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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 12:58:41 GMT -5
"Whatever you're getting," she replied, adding with a joking chuckle, "especially if it's hard liquor."
He shook his head, heading towards the back door. "Very funny." He chuckled back at her. He saw a small pebble and threw it at her before dodging inside. Opening the fridge, he looked around. Lemonade, ice tea, some mountain dew, and of course ice water. Torn between these choices, he began rubbing at the back of his head.
He grabbed the jug of tea and the ice tray from the fridge and began making the glasses. Seconds later, and two iced teas in his hands; he headed back out the door. "Here ya go." He smiled, handing hers over to her, as he took a sip of his, taking a seat at the ground next to her.
His gaze went to the horizon, wondering, perhaps even praying; that things would turn back to the way it was. Not just with him and Emma, but with the world. He wanted the demons back where they belonged; in hell.
His head turned, looking over his shoulder at her. "Sorry about earlier, I snapped. I shouldn't have."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 13:06:23 GMT -5
In an attempt to shield herself, Emma held up her hands to her face when the pebble-ambush was discharged. She laughed, sitting up and bringing her knees in while he was gone. It didn't take long for him to come back, two glasses in hand. "Thank you," she took the glass, which was wet from the ice making the glass cold. A distinct wanting came through her empathy from Dean. He yearned for something, but she didn't know just what.
Her eyes met his. "Don't worry about it," she said passively, shrugging one of her shoulders. While it was clear he was sensitive about the topic, her curiosity wasn't dimmed in the slightest. She wanted to know, but didn't want to rub him the wrong way again. Didn't want to ruin what they were enjoying right now.
Emma wished she could talk to Harmony, actually. After all that she'd done to screw up what they'd been trying to achieve, it seemed like they'd never be friends. Maybe if she hadn't told Dean about her premonition, he wouldn't have died, and demons wouldn't have come, and Harmony wouldn't be paralyzed. That was a little far in connections, yet it didn't seem fair that Emma was fine and Harmony paid. She'd taken Harm's husband away from her, but she had had to take the beating.
"Does Harm still want to skin me alive?" she asked casually, taking a sip of her drink.
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 13:12:45 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it,"
He smiled lightly, his eyes still locked on the horizon. His knees up as he leaned forward, his arms wrapped around them as one hand held the glass. "About you and Cian, having more kids." He paused, glancing over to her. "Can you honestly blame him, Emma? You died.." His eyes locked on hers. "He doesn't want to lose you again, y'know?"
"Does Harm still want to skin me alive?"
He perked a brow, a smile on his face as he shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know, if she does. She hides it well behind everything else." He scratched the back of his head for a second. "With.." It was still hard to admit it. His wife was paralyzed; in a wheelchair. "Her being.. y'know, she hasn't been herself much."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 13:17:45 GMT -5
"About you and Cian, having more kids." It was amazing how she could talk about this so easily with Dean, and not her husband. With Cian, it was always a struggle. He never wanted to talk about it; always swayed from the conversation. Either that or he wouldn't say anything at all and leave her to just walk away. Perhaps it was different because they weren't in the same positions, but...shouldn't she be able to discuss children with her own husband?
"No, I can't," she agreed, looking off into some distant space. "But I know I can do it. And if anything goes wrong, we have Maura. She has some...weird-healing power, but it's not healing." She paused, letting a few beats space her words out. "I want time with just us with Mo, but later on... I might want more. And I know I can push through it. Pains and all."
Her brows pulled together slightly and she nodded. "Oh, yeah, yeah," she stopped him, nodding her head, "I understand." That had been a stupid question. Of course Harmony wouldn't be thinking about things like that. She had much bigger things to wallow in; mull over. Like being fucking paralyzed.
Her mouth shifted off to the side. "At least she's alive, right?"
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 13:22:37 GMT -5
His head turned, watching as she said her peace about it. "Exactly, that's what? a year or two off or something? Give it time, Em. He'll come around." He smiled softly at her. "And hey, if he doesn't I'll just have to kill him, right?" He joked with a grin.
"At least she's alive, right?"
And he thanked god for it each and every day. He closed his eyes and nodded softly. "Thanks to Luna." He laughed softly at that. "Can we even call her that? Isn't that what you named her when you found her?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 13:30:33 GMT -5
"Yeah, I mean, I'm not trying to rush anything," she defended quickly, shaking her head and occupying her mouth with the straw in the glass for a second. "I'm definitely not ready for another baby right now. But I'm talking later on. A few years later. They go by so fast..." This was probably a lesson in pacing herself. Treasure every moment she had watching Maura grow up. Oliver, too. Let her marriage mature; age.
Oh, Luna... Or, Sugar, as she called her sometimes, out of cuddly affection.
"Yeah," she managed, choking on the word. "She had a," she fumbled her fingers around her neckline, as if searching for something toy with, but really she was motioning with her words, "collar. Name tag thing. Said her name." She missed that dog. Angel. Whatever she was.
After mustering up a little more voice, she asked, "Why do you think she was sent to my family, of all people in the world?"
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 13:39:19 GMT -5
They did go by fast.. He smiled softly, thinking of big Logan was getting. "Yeah, they grow up quick, huh?" He laughed softly. "Hard to think in about seven months or so Logan will be turning four." He shook his head. "And Ray will be a year old.." His babies were growing up.
The collar had her name, that was convenient. He gave a shurg. "Who knows.. wait this is where I say something about god right?" He smirked. But he had to think about that as well, he sure as fuck wasn't released from hell by a demon. No angel he'd run into said anything about another 'raising him from perdition'. It had to be god, right?
"Well, they knew what was happening, they had to of, right? So why not send down a.. whatever she is to look over you and yours." He turned, looking at her. "I mean if she wasn't with you, then.." He swallowed. "She wouldn't of been there to heal Harmony."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 13:45:25 GMT -5
She sent him a look of shock. "No he won't," she refused with jaw agape. She wasn't willing to believe her little nephew was going to be four. She had barely noticed Oliver was growing up, too, though he'd already passed the four-year mark. He was still her baby. But he wasn't a baby anymore, was he...
Shaking her head, she forced a tiny smile. "No, the biblical nonsense is not needed. I can only take a small bite at a time with this whole 'god' thing..." But his words comforted her, anyway. Her face fell, and soon Emma was frowning.
"So then why didn't she stay with your family?" she inquired, wishing she could talk to God; talk to Luna; know something. Did that mean there was 'destiny'? Were they not in control of their lives?
She went on, "You were in way more trouble than me. I don't understand..."
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 13:59:04 GMT -5
He laughed, nodding. "Yeah. Four, and his powers are really starting to kick in. He's testing them each and every day." He smirked. "And Ray is kinda like Mo, early bloomer in the powers part." He smiled, letting the sun shine on his face.
He gave a nod, couldn't blame her. He never really wanted to hear it either. "I don't have all the answers, Emma." He chuckled airly. "I wasn't in that much trouble." He smiled over at her. "You forget who you're talking to missy. I'm a Winchester, trouble is my middle name."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 14:04:51 GMT -5
"We've yet to see what the rest of Oliver's powers are still," she said without really paying attention to her own mouth, leaning her head on Dean's shoulder, glass on the ground, arms hung over her knees. "He can freeze things like Colette--what's that called? Tempora-something?" She shrugged it off, letting it roll. "Maura's just teleporting all over the place," she laughed.
But he did have the answers. Because he was Dean Winchester. He was her makeshift father. He was Ollie's godfather. He was her unromantic interest that she found strangely attractive. He was her mentor. Her light. Come on, he had to know. There were no two ways about it.
Emma laughed, nodding. "True, what was I thinking?" She shifted her position to get her head a little more comfortable. "Maybe when I'm dead I'll ask God."
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 14:12:52 GMT -5
He chuckled softly. "Temporal stasis, I think.. or something like that. I know what you mean though, the only power I've seen Logan use is animation. Brings things to life, Ray loves it." He smiled. "And she is phasing.. through everything anymore." He chuckled. "Which makes it difficult to catch her."
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Don't even joke about that. You can die when your.. ninety." He laughed softly, pulling his iced tea to his lips and taking a long drink. He suddenly grew quiet, just starring ahead.
"Logan keeps asking about Harm.. why she's always in a chair." His lips shifted slightly as he pursed them together, looking at the ice cubes in the glass float around. "I don't know what to tell him. I mean, how can I?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 21:30:07 GMT -5
"Yeah, or," she countered, "I could die when I'm twenty-two. You never know." She had certainly had her share of unexpected deaths, so saying that dying so young was a possibility didn't mean she was looking forward to it. Nothing could really prepare her for leaving all that she'd ever--and never--known. All that she ever would know.
Emma shook, wrapping her arms around one of his.
Pulling her lips in, she wasn't sure what to try. "I would say tell the truth," she answered slowly, "but I know how hard that can be." She had thought about what she was going to say to Ollie when he was going to start asking questions, but that didn't make the preparation any less stressful. The moment would come eventually. She had to tell the truth.
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 23:20:44 GMT -5
She was right, you never know. He stayed silent, licking at his lips as he took another sip from his cup. As Emma continued on, he shook his head smiling softly. "Easier said than done." He replied softly. It would be beyond difficult to have that conversation with Logan.
Guess he should be thankful that Regan was too young to remember. She would grow up with it, and understand it already. Sure, she would ask questions when she got to a certain age, most likely around Logan's age.. but still.
He sighed heavily, letting his muscles relax. "So Luna's not staying with you anymore?" He asked, brows furrowed as he caught her eyes.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 23:35:51 GMT -5
Of course it was easier said than done. That's why she'd said no more on the subject. Tightening her hold on his arm a little, she gave a ragged, thready sigh. "She's an angel," she scoffed. "I think once they expose themselves...they can't stay." But she really needed that best friend nowadays. Someone who would come when she called, sit on her lap, and just stay with her.
Uninterested in her tea anymore, Emma played with the end of her ponytail again. "You smell good," she muttered through her barely opened lips. Just an idle observation.
((Shitty, I apologize.))
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 23:47:15 GMT -5
"She's an angel," she scoffed. "I think once they expose themselves...they can't stay."
"Yeah, but who said?" He countered. "Maybe with how it came out, all she wants is to go back to the way it was?" He gave a soft shrug. Wasn't like he knew her as a person or anything, but she was a damn good friend to Oliver, and he saw his reaction after Luna exposed herself. "Poor Ollie, huh? How's he holdin' up with all this?"
"You smell good,"
That registered quite a few responses. One, that yeah, of course he did. He was wearing axe. Two; had to think of Harm. Three; he could never let go again. Sure their kiss was started because all he wanted to do was stop her thought process--But he couldn't do that, ever again. Had to think of the ones they loved. Harm would never take him back if she even had the inkling he was thinking of Emma in that way..
And Cian, they were friends. He knew Cian was good for Emma, was the best choice for her after the whole Saikoro incident. "How's Cian?" He threw in, brows furrowed.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 18, 2010 0:03:17 GMT -5
With an exaggerated shrug, she brought her lips up. "I don't know. Never got the chance to actually talk to her." That sounded so strange. Luna was still her dog to Emma, not an angel. Then she nodded, eyes slipping closed, a sigh escaping her. "He's gone pretty reticent. I think he's still in some sort of post-traumatic shock. He misses her all right. And now with Essie pregnant..." Trailing off, she regathered herself. "He's in a tight spot."
His silence made her scrunch her face up. She shouldn't have said anything. But the remark had left her before she could stop it; before she even realized it had been released. But that didn't mean it was any less sincere. Her body begged her to let go. Cian refused to do anything too far ("too risky, lass" he'd say) and goddamn it, it was killing her. And Dean... Ah, fuck it.
And then he turned the tables with a question, veering completely from her comment. "Tense," she replied. "Doesn't want to let his kids out of his sight. I don't blame him."
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Post by Dean on Jan 18, 2010 0:22:08 GMT -5
"I can only imagine--wait, who's 'Essie'?" His brows furrowed as he looked down at his shoulder. He shook his head, pursing his lips as his eyes went back to the relaxing sun that was finally starting to shine down on them. "I don't either. Logan and Ray never leave my sight. I mean if I have Ray with me, Logan is with Harmony and vice versa."
Seems like it'd been this way forever. Just when things started to calm down.. demons would show up. People would die, and.. hell would raise, to name a few.. "And you?" He looked back at her. "What about you?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 18, 2010 0:44:22 GMT -5
"Essence," she blurted candorously, as if he should know. Did he know about Essence? Or had he just never heard the nickname before? "Ollie calls her Kitty, remember? We met her at the park four years ago." She smiled then. "When Oliver was only a few months old and Harm was still pregnant." He had to remember. Essence wasn't on the down-low so much anymore.
Again Emma nodded, thumb idly stroking his arm where it laid. "I know. Took all of my guts to come here alone."
It was then, at his inquiries, that she picked her head up. "What about me?"
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Post by Dean on Jan 18, 2010 0:52:30 GMT -5
"Oh, right. Right, I remember." He smiled softly. "Haven't seen her in awhile. How she doing? You said she was pregnant?" Seemed everyone was getting pregnant anymore. Feeling her soft stroke, he smiled. "Yes, cause you could have just teleported to the past and escaped it all." He joked, laughing softly.
"What about me?"
"What do you mean 'What about me?'" He perked a brow, looking at her. "How are you doing.." He said slowly. "How is Emma as of late?" He laughed, shaking his head at her. "Did you hit your head too hard when we played tag or something?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 18, 2010 0:57:20 GMT -5
"Good as far as I know," she reasoned, having not seen Essence since the day hell decided to rise up from its depths. "Yeah, she is. Says it's driving her crazy." A smile danced onto her face before making its curtain call early. It was wiped away, and she couldn't stand to touch him anymore. Because he smelled so good, and he talked so gently, and fuck. She needed sex so badly. Cian needed to stop holding out on her just because she'd given birth months ago.
Lying back, taking a breath in, she answered with the slightest of chuckles, "I'm fine." Lies. She needed sex. That did not make her fine. But she suppressed her body's grief and focused on the mental aspect of what was around her. It was all she had.
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