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 Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 2:47 am
         =============== ☠ =============== ► Dean looked over at Sam, sighing a bit. He let Bianca get off the bed and do whatever she wants. The blankets were very little, seemed a bit packed together, while Dean's pillow was laying perfectly over his gun. Now it wasn't, since Dean took it out. It was when the girls were in the bathroom when he moved his body to be sitting on the bed, his legs hanging off. He was facing the other bed, so his legs was in between the two beds. Rubbing his eyelids, Dean asked Sam, "Did you get any sleep last night?"
"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours. Then I wanted to get something to start us off."
Dean stopped rubbing his eyelids and looked over at Sam, telling him, "Liar. Because I woke up at 3 am and you were watching TV."
Sam grinned and put his hands up, even his shoulders shrugged. "Can't blame the challenege a TV have on you."
The girls were still in the bathroom, still changing. Sam walked over to the opposite bed that Dean was sitting on, handing him his coffee. Dean didn't know it but he had his messy bed head. His hair sticking up in all wierd places. Normally, his hair sticks up, but it's to the front, making it look good since he have short hair.
Dean took a sip and then asked Sam who haven't even touched his, "Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jessica?"
"It's like I want it to stop but it just won't."
"Look, I just want to say something. You have to keep this in line. Dreams cannot control you. You control them. I mean, it's bad enough that you have Ruby chasing you around but now dreams of Jessica?"
"Yeah, I know.. I'll try to do something. Anything I can think of."
Dean sighed but then turned around when he heard the door open. The bathroom door. Dean smirked at the new outfits and watched the girls grab their coffee, even Roxanne planting a kiss on Sam's cheek.
Dean just raised his coffee to his lips and took a drink.
Occ: Dean suit & Sam suit || Dean Outfit || Sam Outfit ◄ =============== ☠ ===============       
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 2:00 pm
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When they finally left the hotel,the girls found something out.Well,it was Bianca because Bianca just loved being normal.The girl got a newspaper."Someone died last night" Roxanne,completely not getting what Bianca was getting at said."People die all the time" Bianca sighed and slapped the back of Roxanne head.Roxanne was on full alert now."Oh! Deaths....black car....ghost.Coffee doesnt do me justice at times"
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 2:31 pm
=============== ☠ =============== ► When they were out of the hotel, Dean felt hte cold breeze hit his cheek quickly. It wasn't snowing but it sure did feel like it. Even the small smell of ice was sticking to the air. Immediantly, Dean shoved his hands into his pockets. His hair was fixed, he was able to take a shower, and he was able to change. Sam didn't have to bother much about his hair since he didn't sleep last night, so he just had to change clothes.
Dean wasn't fully awake yet, even with the coffee that was now just an empty cup that he thrown away. Sam was glancing around, being on full alert, trying to be cautious. When Roxanne grabbed the newspaper and finally got what happened through her head, Sam heard a heavy sigh behind him.
Dean always hated victims getting killed on the job. They were there to protect the town, not let whatever this thing is kill more and more innocents. Dean always disliked people just dropping, even while he was working the case. It just proved that they weren't doing anything. This wasn't a sigh that said that he knew Cassie knew about this since this was published by the town's newspaper, but it was the fact that an innocent that they could've saved died. Dean was worried about Cassie, he was, since this might be a close one to her. But the thought of an innocent dying was one thing that Dean loath the most. Probably more than hell.
At the crime scene, Cassie was talking to the mayor. He wasn't the kind of mayor with a thin mustache, top hat, suit. He was wearing a trench coat, brown, that came down to his knees. Nice shoes were placed on his feet, his pants a bit over the shoes. His hat was not rather a top hat, but he was wearing one to block out the cold of his bald crown. Beside the small bald circle that he was hiding, he had ashy black hair and looked to be in his mid thirties. "Kenny was the best of our town," the mayor said, walking with her. Cassie tried to be brave, to not just spit out many options to the mayor. She couldn't really tell him that a ghost was haunting black people. Though, she also didn't think for herself. She's used to her mouth speaking before her mind, hence the arguement with Dean before she kicked him out. So, to be calm, and well thought out, she said carefully to him, "It seems that our bests are dropping like flies. Victor, my father, now Kenny."
The mayor stopped in a halt, facing the woman with an arched brow. Cassie could see it, or rather feel it, the small curve that was forming on one of the side on Mayor's lip. That made her snap but she tried to say in a resonable tone, "How about close this road for starters?"
"Close the main road? The only road that goes in and out of town," the mayor asked, the snide smile fully shown on his lips. He loved how he was proving her wrong, or so he thought fromt he angered face she was wearing.
"Accident, Cassie. That's all they are. Accidents," said the Mayor to Cassie, but Cassie wouldn't look at him in the eye. She was looking in the off distance. Dean, Sam, and the girls walked up when the mayor said the last few sentence. Cassie could feel their presence but she was too pissed off to even look. Dean wanted to help Cassie out.
"You check for any dents on the car?"
Occ: Dean suit & Sam suit || Dean Outfit || Sam Outfit ◄ =============== ☠ ===============
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 2:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 3:28 pm
=============== ☠ =============== ► Dean was bit stunned by Roxanne's long speech. He wouldn't say that it was fire, but he would say that she's not afraid to say what's on her mind to other people. When Sam saw her expression while she was telling off the mayor, Sam glanced over to the car. Wreck. Her parents were in one and died. Cassie was glad that she had a second voice, Roxane, stand up for her. Now, her turn again. "Just because you are so indifferent-" started Cassie.
"Indifferent?" the mayor asked. "What are you suggesting, Cassie?"
"Would you close the roads if the victims were white," she asked, standing her ground while glaring up at the mayor. The mayor seemed a bit stunned. Dean noted that by the way his wrinkles just disappeared a bit from his face and his expression soften.
"That I'm racist? I'm the last person you should be think racist," stated the Mayor, a bit tempermental.
Or so Sam observed by the way the mayor was clentching and unclenching his fists. Cassie just glared up at him, asking, "Why?"
"Ask your mother," was all he said before walking off.
Back at the hotel room, Sam was having a bit of trouble putting on his tie, standing by the mirror beside Dean. They were dressing up in their suits, getting ready to ask people questions like they were just some big team. "She's fearless," said Sam, looking over at his brother. Dean knew that Sam was talking about Cassie. He could tell from the small grin that was on Sam's face.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 3:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 4:19 pm
=============== ☠ =============== ► Sam smiled softly at Roxanne, letting her fix his tie that was still not right until she fixed it. The moment was great. Her close to him, messing with his tie like she knew what she was doing. It was rather a great thing. Sam looked up when she said that she's like a wife. Oh god. He should have been more careful about that ring. If only he was careful and Bianca didn't see it. Ever since it fell out of his jacket pocket, Bianca would not stop pointing out hints. When Roxanne walked off to do her own thing, Sam faced back to the mirror, slipping his right arm through the sleeve of his jacket, being careful to not crease the jacket. Sam wanted a response from Dean about Cassie but all Dean said was, "Mm-hmm," while looking at himself in the mirror. He was currently fixing his own tie, his jacket already on.
"Bet she kicked your a** a couple of times," Sam commented, thinking about it. Dean didn't make no reaction whatsoever. Just kept tying his tie. Which he was doing so well. Sam slid his left arm into his jacket, finally getting it on his shoulders. Dean look over at Sam, watching him fix the sleeves of his jacket. Dean just still had that natural, pouty lips. No expression needed. Sam was telling Dean while still fixing the sleeve of his jacket, "What's interesting is you guys never really look at each other at the same time. You look at her when she's not looking. She checks you out as you look away." Dean was looking back to the mirror in the middle of his observation results before looking back over at him again, Dean's tie all done. Now, Sam was fixing the collar. "It's just a -- Just an interesting observation." Dean rolled his eyes, looking back to the mirror as Sam continued, "In a, ya know, observationally interesting way."
Payback, Bianca. For all the times she messed with him, pointed out the ring, and commented everything about him. As soon as Sam was done sharing the results he noted, Dean asked, facing him, "You think we might have some more pressing issues here?"
Dean still hated that people were dying. And on his watch too. Victims. They were never good to watch. Never good to see. Even it takes one victim to show that something happened in a town somewhere. Always a headline about a mysterious thing killing someone.
San looked away from Dean's eyes, still playing around but keeping a straight, normal face, "Hey, if I'm hitting a nerve--"
Dean spat out, "Oh, let's go," while turning his back and walking out of the room. Sam grinned a bit, buttoning his jacket as he watched Dean walk off. It was when Dean was fully out of the room when Sam let out a soft chuckle.
Occ: Dean suit & Sam suit || Dean Outfit || Sam Outfit ◄ =============== ☠ ===============
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 4:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 4:51 pm
=============== ☠ =============== ► Sam almost freaked out entirely when Bianca pointed to her finger, saying that she'll tell Roxanne. This pissed him off to no end. Before Roxanne could open her eyes, Sam was shaking his head harshly and mouthing, 'No' over and over again. When she got up, Sam stopped and put a hand to the back of his neck, trying to act casually as she left the room. Sam wanted the proposal be romantic, something spontaneous. Of course, it's all ruined if Bianca snitch.
The wind was heard from the open window that Dean was sticking his arm out of. His beloved car was a 1967 Chevy Impala, ash black, rebuilt so many times. Dean put his work and sweat on the car and have called her his 'baby' since. The wheels were sliding against the ground nicely. Sam wished that his brother would roll up the window. One, because the girls might be getting cold since they were more revealing than the brothers, and two, the rush of the wind that was being let in might ruin their suit. It's not that Sam was worried about the suits, he was worried about if they get wrinkled or something and the interrogatee wouldn't believe them. Neverless, Dean just let his elbow slightly hang out of the window.
When they arrived, their hands in their pockets, Dean walked up to two men. Both of them were wearing hats, but one was a baseball while the other was like a newspaper boy hat. The one with the baseball hat looked a bit older than the other, dark skinned one.
Dean and Sam looked a bit different as well. Sam's tie was a bit more tightened around the collar than Dean's, which was much loose. Sam's jacket was buttoned, with two buttons, while Dean let his jacket be free. The only thing that was keeping Dean's jacket down from the very little wind was Dean's arms in his pocket, elbows a bit tucked in near his ribs. "Friends with Kenny Anderson?"
The baseball hat man nodded a bit, looking a bit intimidating for an old guy. "Who are you," he asked, his breath being able to be seen in front of him, thanks to the chilly weather. Does seem to set a ghost sting to it.
"We're with Mr. Anderson's insurance company. Just here to dot some I's and cross some T's," reassured Dean.
Sam saw that the other man, the one sitting beside baseball hat, wasn't looking. Just looking at the table at their chess game. Sam swore that he saw him make the move already before they walked up, so why was he looking at the board?
Sam looked over to the baseball hat guy and asked, "We were just wondering, had the deceased mentioned any unusual recent experiences?"
The baseball hat guy just squinted his eyes a bit. No eye sighting problems. Nothing was in his eye. Just that he was curious why these young men wanted to know this sort of thing. "What unusual thing," he asked.
Sam just continued, speaking a bit professional, thanks to law school, "Hallucinations, visions, anything. It's all part of a medical examination kind of thing."
"What company did you say you were with?"
Dean spoke up, "All National Mutal." Compared to Sam, Dean just sounded like himself. Like his usual, free voice. Normally when you do these kind of things, you talk more professionally. At least that's what their dad taught them. Dean could never quite master that part.
Dean lifted a little paper that was in his jacket pocket and flashed it to the man, to have proof that they work there, though they don't. Not the ones that were on the sides, but the one that was inside, near his right chest area.
"Tell me," said Dean to the baseball hat man, "Did Kenny ever mention something about a big black truck or something?"
The other man's forehead relaxed from concentrating on the game a bit, his eyes shifting around the board. But none of them saw the sudden tense that happened to the other man so baseball hat asked, "What the hell are you talking about? You even speaking English?"
Finally, the other man spoke up. He had a bit of a deep voice but it was a bit surprisingly high for what he looked like. "Son, this truck, a big, scary, monster-looking thing?"
"Yeah, I think so," responded Dean, hoping to get some more information.
"I have heard of a truck like that."
Sam exchanged a look with Roxanne before back at the man, asking, "Really? Who?"
"Not who. When. Back in the 60's there was a sting of death. Black men. Story goes they disappeared in a big, nasty black truck."
Dean asked, "Did they ever catch the guy?"
"Never found him. Hell, not sure they even really looked. See, there was a time when this town wasn't too friendly to all its citizens."
Dean and Sam said their thank yous before walking off. Sam put a hand to the small of Roxanne's back, staying close to her side. Dean was beside Bianca, but not all touchy like Sam was to Roxanne, though Sam was only touching her back in a gentlemanly way.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 5:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 5:40 pm
=============== ☠ =============== ► Sam looked over at the car that was parked at the end of the street. "So it all seems to be coming back to a black truck," said Sam, not particualy saying to someone specificly. Dean looked onward while Sam glanced around.
"I was thinking. You heard of the Flying Ductchman?"
"Yeah, a ghost ship infused with the Captain's evil spirit. It was basically a part of him."
Dean nodded his head the whole time Sam was talking. "So, what if we're dealing with the same thing," Dean asked, looking over at Sam before down at the girls, to see if they thought so too. "A phantom truck who's the extension of some b*****d ghost, re-enacting past crimes. The victims have all been black men. I think it's more than that. They all seemed connected to Cassie and her family, like what Bianca said."
"Well, alright. You work that angle. Go talk to her. Oh, and you might want to mention that other thing," said Sam, adding on to Bianca's shoulders. Of course he was doing this. The more Bianca threatens to reveal things and ruin his relationship, the more he was going to. Dean walked over to the door but before he opened it, or even unlocked the whole car, he turned around, seeing Sam following him. "What other thing," Dean asked, confused.
"That serious unfinished business," he said before a soft chuckle escaped his lips. "Seriously, what is going on between you two," Sam asked, now just wanting to know more about this new other side Sam didn't know about.
Feeling guitly about saying this to Bianca, again, he told them, "So maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said."
"Oh, okay, yeah," said Sam sarcasticly, putting on an innocent, dog face, trying to act normal. Of course they were more involved! They were all not stupid!
"Okay, a lot more.. Maybe," said Dean, glancing down at the ground before back up at Sam. Sam looked away for a moment to chuckle before looking back at his brother, a big beam on his face. "I told her the secret about what we do, and I shouldn't have."
"Look, man," said Sam, the grin away with a reasurring smile, "everybody's got to open up to someone sometime."
"Yeah, I don't. It was stupid for me to get that close with her. With Cassie. I mean, look how it ended."
Sam just had that, 'Aww, how sweet,' smile on his face now, like he have been whenever they talk about this. Dean was irritated of it, "Will you stop that?"
But Sam just had it glued to his face, looking at Dean. "Blink or something," said Dean, both brows raised.
Sam's smile faded a bit to an understanding smile, "You loved her."
"Oh, god," said Dean, turning around, going to the driver's door but he stopped when Sam said something. "You were in love with her, but you dumped her."
This was something that Dean haven't mentioned to Bianca. Dean stopped in front of the door, only looking at Sam's eyes for a milisecond before looking down at the keys in his hands. That's when Sam got it. Bianca didn't know this, but Sam didn't know that. "Oh, wow.. She dumped you.." Sam's smile was gone as he saw how hurt Dean was trying to mask away. Dean told them all, "Get in the car." He opened the door, getting in. He could sense that Sam was still standing where he was, shocked by this. Dean repeated but a bit louder, "Get in the car!" And then the soft slam of the door was heard.
Occ: Dean suit & Sam suit || Dean Outfit || Sam Outfit ◄ =============== ☠ ===============
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 6:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 6:35 pm
=============== ☠ =============== ► Cassie was sitting at her desk, trying to get some work done, some research done. Whatever she could do to find out what's going on. To help the boys with what they need. She is a reporter after all. Plus, she was in college. It's just that, the one thing she knew for sure that isn't real turns out to be real. And because she was a bit shocked, her mouth got the best of her and kicked Dean out.
A soft knocking was heard on her door. She wasn't expecting any company. The little though pondered her mind for a bit before she slowly rise from her chair. Her shirt was tightly fitted, showing a bit of her breasts. Her stomach was a bit revealing as well. She didn't think that she would be expecting anyone. And whoever must be behind the door might only be trying to sell her something. Or give her something to put in a newspaper. Wouldn't be a first time.
When she opened the door, she saw Dean. The sight of him took her breath away. Standing there on her porch, all alone, the moonlight gleaming down on some of his face. Though it was dark out, his bright eyes surely stood out. "Hey," he said.
Cassie stood back, gesturing that he could come in while she breathed out, "Hey." She caught herself, knowing that she was going to play this cool. "Come on in."
The way that she stood close to the door opening cause Dean to squeeze through the small door, close to her body before he walked a bit away, not realizing how close he was. Cassie never tore her eyes off of Dean, though he did with her, as she shut the door behind him. "You busy," Dean asked, turning around.
"The paper is doing a tribute to Kenny," she said, glancing over to the computer before back over at him. When she got that little glance of him, seeing his face the computer, she walked into the room that it was in. On the desk that the computer was with, was a box. "I've been going through his stuff, his awards, trying to find the words." After grasping the box in her hands for a moment, she looked down at it, the moonlight, and the light shading of her desk lamp, hitting her face. Of course, Dean couldn't tell. He was leaning against the door way between the hall and the room that she was standing in.
"That must be tough," he said, sounding like he didn't care though he did. Cassie knew.
Cassie turned around, facing Dean, walking a bit away from the box of sad memories that is now no more. "For years this family owned the paper. The Dorians? They had a whites-only staff policy. After they sold it, Kenny became the first black reporter." Dean looked away, at the other side of the doorframe. He could hear the sadness in her voice, though he knew she was trying to be strong. He hated that he could've saved the guy. That he could've done something.
"He became editor. He taught me everything," she finished the story with.
She walked over to the other door frame, leaning on it, catching Dean's eyes finally on her own. "Where's your brother? Your friends," she asked, not aware about Bianca being together with him. It never came up.
Dean didn't know what to say. Not the name of the crummy hotel they were staying at. "Not here," Dean said, the first thing that came to his mind.
"All right, so, what brings you here?"
"I'm trying to find the connection between the three victims."
The small smile that was on her lips has faded when she heard that he was only there for work.
Sam sat on the bed of the hotel room, beside Roxanne. His right hand was on the right side of Roxanne while his other hand was also holding him up. He felt horrible about the whole Cassie thing. About him going to meet her. What could happen there. Something that he'd wish nothing would happen between Roxanne and her exs. "Hey, Bianca, listen, I'm reeally sorry. I've should've kept my big mouth shut..."
Occ: Dean suit & Sam suit || Dean Outfit || Sam Outfit ◄ =============== ☠ ===============
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 7:46 pm
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Bianca didnt look at Sam."Yeah,i'm sorry too". Roxanne let this one slide by,she was going to let Bianca know."This one slides by.Next time,i'm pressing for answers" "I knew you werent stupid". Roxanne folded her arm."Bianca,you're my sister.He's my boyfriend.Please,don't mess this one up.I'll really screw you over if you do." Bianca waved her sister off,she was laying down on her bed while staring at the ceiling.Just wondering what could be happening."Don't put a lot of thought into it,Bee" said Roxanne,feeling a bit shitty about supporting Dean going.Bianca rolled her eyes."Shut up.You wanted him to go.He went.".Roxanne sighed and go off the bed,going through her bag until she found a rubber ball.She threw it at Bianca who caught it,her reflexes were a bit better than Roxanne expected.Roxanne sat back down on the bed and leaned on Sam.Bianca threw the ball at Roxanne,the ball stopped but less than an inch away from her face.Roxanne stared at it with wide eyes and grabbed it on the air.Bianca stuck her hand out so Roxanne could toss it back."You've got to work on your powers.I think that alternate world made you rusty" Roxanne nodded sheepishly."Slow reflexes,right?" she tossed the ball back.Bianca still seemed the be fuming a bit."Roxy,worse case scenario.Just hit me with it" "She could get all touchy and then he could give in because he did,infact,love her.And...you know what happens from there.Kissing,sex,morning regret". Bianca smiled at the morning regret.She used that exact same term when she was describing one of her....nights."Alright,give me to opposite?" "She tries something but he stops her so fast and tells her that he's in love with you." Bianca nodded."Alright.Atleast you're being honest." Roxanne nodded."Oh.And another thing,i don't give a rats a** if you and Sam are some type of war.Mention anything about me again and i will hurt you" Bianca groaned."Oh c'mon! I needed leverage" "Yeah? You sounded like a real b***h.You gave me chills." Bianca giggled."Sorry to you,Roxy,for mentioning stuff and sorry to you,Sam,for mentioning stuff also." Roxanne just gave Bianca a thumbs up before sighing."Anyone else feeling a bit-" "Frazzled? Nervous?" Roxanne nodded."Yeah.Pretty much." Bianca smiled,tossing the ball into the air and catching it."If you're nervous then this is serious" Roxanne shook her head."Don't,just don't.This is why i walk around like stuff doesnt bother me.As soon as i crack,you just break entirely.Relax"
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 1:03 pm
=============== ☠ =============== ► Dean nodded a bit, remembering something when he did so. He brought one of his hands out of his jacket pocket and pointed to her, asking, "By the way, did you talk to your mom about that racist thing the mayor was talking about?" When he was done, he shoved his hand back in his pocket, actually curious. Honestly? If that was him, it would be eating him alive. He would be out getting the information.
Cassie glanced down at the ground, shifted her weight against the door frame, her hands behind her. Her palms were against the doorframe while the back of her hands were touching the rims of her pants. "Yes," she said, looking back up at Dean, "She didn't want to talk about it."
Dean sighed a bit, hearing the disappointment of not knowing in her voice. There was one thing that really was eating at him himself. "How did you get my number? I know my number changed," he said to her Cassie, the same serious expression on his face while the wrinkles were soft. So then again, he didn't look entirely serious, just his jawline.
"I, uh, hired a person to get your number. I had to. Victor died, then my father died," Cassie started to speed up her talking, trying to have as many excused as possible, one suited to his likings.
Dean took his hands out of his jacket pockets and held his hands out, a hand gesture way of telling her that she's fine. "You're fine, I promise. I was just wondering," he said before shoving his hands back into his pockets. "So, just then, why did you ask where my brother and the girls were?"
Cassie shook her head, trying to look like she didn't really care. The way her forehead lines were and her brows knitted together. "Nothing. Not important," she said, a slight fake scoff to her voice. Dean done enough interrogation to almost read anyone and he could read Cassie like a little kid's book.
"Could it be because without them here it's just you and me and not you, me, the girls, and Sam, which would be easier?"
Dean had his brows raised, both of them, in a questioning way. They fell when Cassie said, "It's not easier." Dean swallowed, feeling a bit nervous now. He never really talk about his feelings, or rather anything personal. And he certainly never talk like that. Maybe it's just because seeing Cassie brought up so much memories. "Look--" Cassie started, pushing herself away from the doorframe, walking a bit to Dean.
Dean got off the doorframe too, just to walk a bit into the room that Cassie was in, with the computer, trying to not get close to her. He moved his arm like a swipe card in front of him, sideways, as a way to say, 'Stop'. Normally people do it to say, 'Never mind.' "No, forget it. It's fine." He pointed at her, saying, "Keep it strictly business," and then turned his back to her, looking down at the box. He was trying to put on a casual face, the ends of his lips tucked in causing his lips to pucker out a bit, his eye brows were a bit more raised.
Cassie exhaled sharply, sounding like a scoff as she looked away. "I forgot you do that," she said a bit harshly. Oh, great. Her mouth was getting the best of her.
Dean grabbed a peice of paper and looked over at Cassie, his serious face back on. "Do what?" he asked.
"Oh, whenever we get -- what's the word," she asked, looking over at him with a bitchy face, "-- close. Anywhere in the neighborhood of emotional vulnerablility, you back off or make some joke or find anyway to shut the door on me."
Dean scoffed, laughing sarcasticly, "Oh, that's hilarious," then setting the sheet of paper down so he could walk over to Cassie. "See, I'm not the one who took that big, final door and slammed it behind me, and I'm not the one who took the key and buried it."
Sam sighed a bit at the girls, at their senarios. Honestly? He didn't know how this one was going to play out. He didn't know what Dean would do. Sure, he loves Bianca, but this was his first love. It's like if Jessica really did come back from the dead, Sam wouldn't know what to do. Soon, a soft vibrating noise was heard on the dresser across the room. Sam saw the light on, and the soft humming of the phone, even the phone moving a bit due to vibrating on a hard wood. Sam walked over to it and saw the ID. Dean. It didn't say Dean, just one of his fake ID but he flipped open the phone and heard Dean ask, "So, just then, why did you ask where my brother and the girls were?" Sam's eyes widen as he put his hand over his phone, whispering to the girls, "He butt dialed me!" Sam put the phone on speakerphone so they could hear what was happening. Sam was a nosy person. If the girls didn't want to hear this, then they can leave but Sam had to watch out for his brother.
Occ: Dean suit & Sam suit || Dean Outfit || Sam Outfit ◄ =============== ☠ ===============
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