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Post by Dean on Nov 30, 2010 15:24:46 GMT -5
Tonight, it was just him and the bartender. Course, things could change, because lets face it, when he planned to be by himself, someone always comes along. In most cases, it was Emma. And for the most part, he truly did want to see her. Wanted to let her know... He took in a deep breath, pushing the shot glass back to the bartender. " Hit me again." He mumbled, elbows on the bar. "You sure, Dean?" Ashling asked with a worried face. " Yeah, just hit me again, please." She did as he asked, and he took a slow sip of the brown liquid, feeling it burn all the way down to his stomach, covering his stomach like a velvet blanket. I just got back... He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He did just get back, two days ago in fact. But he knew he wouldn't be free long. For what he did, he was sure someone would catch up with him soon. He could only imagine the look on Regan and Logan's face when he gets hauled off to mutant jail. All for protecting his own young. " Discovery channel never had this kind of problem." He muttered, bringing the glass up to his lips to down the last again. " Again please." "Dean, that's your fifth--" Ashling started. " I don't care, Ash. Just... pour me another."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 30, 2010 15:47:07 GMT -5
Purple SummerShe hadn't had a good drink since the day Cian died. Since he had come back, she'd been more elated than ever, and seldom left his side, knowing that she had a bad habit of having men die on her and then come back to life. Cian had made the third. Whether it was karma or bad luck just liked to follow her around, she was a little tired of the same tango. In order to give herself a break, she'd finally gone back to work today, and a day of hard work deserved a reward at the end. Making her way to one of the newer but better pubs--no, not a bar; Cian had gotten her into the thickly European term "pub" at least a year ago--she hoisted the bag in her hand onto her shoulder, wondering what she should order first. As fate would have it--as it tended to--she saw not only a friendly and inviting menu, but an identical face. How was it that they always ended up together? Shaking her head with a grin, she saw him dig his face into what looked to be yet another drink, judging by the cups strewn about the counter. Coming up behind him, Emma slid her hands over his eyes, giving his cheek a kiss. "Guess who!"
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Post by Dean on Nov 30, 2010 15:58:31 GMT -5
He sat there, followng the 'why me' questions in his heads. Pretty much feeling pity over how his life had ended up. Don't get him wrong, he loves his life with harmony and the kids. It's just that every single time something went good, something horrible followed right behind. He was then, at that moment, thinking he was cursed.
But as luck would have it, a pair of hands wrapped around him and covered his eyes. "Guess who!" He smiled softly, knowing exactly who it was. "You, that's who." He smirked, turning in his seat and giving her a hug. "Hey you."
He hadn't seen her since... Well, since Cian died. He smiled lightly up at her. "What brings you to the pub?" He asked as Ashling came around. "Hey emma, can I get you anything?" She asked with a sweet smile. "How's the rug-rats?" He chuckled, patting a seat next to him.
It was odd, how chatty he was despite knowing and so far not telling he what he did, or the fact that he could possibly go to jail for such an act. The world was funny, wasn't it? Without a warning he grabbed her in another hug. "It's good to see you. And you're so happy too." He laughed softly. "I think my whiskey of choice is getting to me." He joked a little.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 30, 2010 16:20:59 GMT -5
He turned and she took him in his arms softly, grinning. "Cheater," she quipped. "Hey you yourself." Although he looked different--probably because of his gratuitous alcohol intake--she didn't comment, and took a seat beside him, hanging her bag over the back of the chair. To his question, she replied, "I think I earned a trip here. I've been blown out of my mind so much lately, I need a depressant." Which was ironic, because just a few days ago she would have said that she needed an anti-depressant.
"Hey, Emma, can I get you anything?"
After getting in touch with her taste buds, she realized she had an incredible craving and high tolerance for vodka. "A Raspberry Collins and a Cosmo for later," she ordered with certainty, turning back to Dean afterward.
He asked about the kids. "They're great. Getting too big for me, though. Even Mo." That little girl was growing up too fast.
Suddenly, she found herself in his arms again, and although a puzzled look came over her face, she folded her arms around him. He joked about his whiskey, but she saw right through it. Not only was Dean not nearly drunk enough to make stupid comments, but he was still lucid in the eye. Something was bothering him. "Well, I should be happy," she scoffed. "I got another miracle a few days ago." Beaming, she blurted, "Cian came back." Just like he had. Just like Sai had. Just like all the men in her life...
And still, the look on his face said it all. Something was going on in that brain of his. "What's bothering you?" she asked tenderly.
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Post by Dean on Nov 30, 2010 16:30:24 GMT -5
"I think I earned a trip here. I've been blown out of my mind so much lately, I need a depressant."
Well, something in that sentence didn't sound right. At least not to him. His brows furrowed slightly as he looked at her. "What?" He pointed back a moment and quickly dropped his hand back to his lap. Just a couple days ago, she lost a husband... now she's all happy? What? She ordered her drink, or drinks, as Dean pondered.
"They're great. Getting too big for me, though. Even Mo."
He smiled. Yes, he could imagine. Logan was getting big, he knew that boy would grow to be tall like his uncle. And Regan, she was growing so fast. "I feel ya." He laughed gently. "If only there was a potion to make them stop, just for a bit." He smiled.
"Well, I should be happy," she scoffed. "I got another miracle a few days ago." Beaming, she blurted, "Cian came back."
Dean's mouth dropped open. "What?" He asked out in happy laughter. "That's... That's..." He couldn't think of words to express it, instead he hugged her to his side. "So that's why you're so happy." He chuckled gently.
"What's bothering you?"
"What?" He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm happy, I love my wife, my kids, my life." If only it was completely true. He smile remained only for a few moments. "You know me too well." He muttered softly, leaning against the bar.
"Emma." He paused, thinking it over on how exactly to tell her. "I uh... I might be... most likely, will be... going away." He paused a moment. "For awhile."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 30, 2010 16:39:17 GMT -5
Having good reason to be happy, Emma didn't bother holding her glass up to his when she received it, taking a few satisfying sips. It was more delicious than she remembered. Pulling herself away from the glass, she looked back to Dean as he spit out blatant lies. Unless he really was drunk, there was no way he could believe that she would take that as an honest answer. She wasn't trained in psychology, but even without her empathy, she was more intuitive than that. And he hadn't exactly made it hard to see.
"Emma. I uh... I might be... most likely, will be... going away. For awhile."
A frown came over her face; one of befuddlement. He's said stuff like that before, but he'd never actually disappeared. What made this time seem so much more real? Hands around her cup but not taking a sip, not even looking into its contents, Emma dragged her eyes to him. "What?" she murmured, the question barely audible even to herself.
"Dean, what are you talking about? Why? What happened?"
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Post by Dean on Nov 30, 2010 16:46:40 GMT -5
She muttered something, but he couldn't quite tell what she was saying. Instead, he grabbed his glass and took a drink, holding it there in his hand, swirling it around as he waited. Of course, the last time he said this to her, it had to do with protecting Logan from harmony's mother. But, everything turned out okay, and they never left New York.
Sure, this time he wasn't leaving New York either. But it felt pretty far away to him.
"Dean, what are you talking about? Why? What happened?"
His shoulders slumped a little, his eyes closing. "I'm talking about going to jail, Emma." He stated softly. "Why?" He paused, slowly tilting his head a little as he finally looked at her. "Because I killed Kandace." He took in a large breath and sighed heavily.
"What happened?" He said softly. It was a long story, and he wasn't sure how to even begin to tell her exactly what happened.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 30, 2010 16:57:10 GMT -5
"What?!" she blurted a little more forefully. Realizing her volume had been raised a few good notches, she cleared her throat, looking around before taking a gulp of her vodka. And then another. It wasn't hard to wrap her head around the image of Dean killing a demon--she just couldn't deal with the fact that now he'd be the hunted one and go to prison. Maybe even...put to death?
Once she'd regained some composure, she said, "Dean, are you serious?" He couldn't have killed someone. Not so mindlessly. Why? What happened? Why did he do it? Who was Kandace? Worry sinking into the creases in her face, she put a hand on his upper arm.
"Please tell me you're just joking. Or drunk-storytelling. Or something stupid that I'll laugh about later." Because she could not deal with him being away, let alone in jail. Emma took another swallow of her drink before hugging him again.
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Post by Dean on Nov 30, 2010 17:06:08 GMT -5
"What?!"
"Emma." He looked over at her. He wanted to prolong jail for as long as possible. So, he could have more time with his family, more time to find a replacement for his job... More time... to raise his kids, to be there for Harmony when the twins came... He sighed, shoulders slumping again. Now, he had no time. Not hardly at all.
"Dean, are you serious?"
He nodded. "Please tell me you're just joking. Or drunk-storytelling. Or something stupid that I'll laugh about later." He shook his head, grabbing his glass again and taking a chug. "None of the above." He murmured, sliding the glass towards Ashling. "Another,"
As Ashling made another hesitantly, he turned to Emma. Soon enough Ash was gone to the back, and the room was barely alive with just a handful of people. " Remember Kandy, the girl ..." He swallowed. "Who kidnapped Regan. Remember when me and Harmony left? Then we came back, Regan in our arms. Everything was good, and fine?" He asked.
"Things are..." He paused, looking at himself in the mirror. "Not so good now."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 30, 2010 19:52:23 GMT -5
Kandy. Yes. Now that name was familiar. Gritting her teeth, Emma finished the rest of her drink before Ash slid the second one she'd ordered toward her. "Thanks," she grumbled under her breath, barely able to take a sip of the Cosmo, jaw set with what she wasn't sure was anger or worry. By "not so good," she knew he meant things didn't end well for Kandy. The demon was dead. And Dean killed her.
What about Harmony? Wasn't she expecting again? What was he going to do about her, and the kids? Was Harmony in on the murder, too? So many questions circulated through her head, but she didn't let one slip. "What are you going to do?" was the only thing she let out between her lips, and her voice was gentler than she'd expected it to be. The man deserved sympathy--empathy, even. She'd known how to hate someone so deeply, so truly that there was even the impulse to kill. But doing something in theory was much, much different than doing something in action.
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Post by Dean on Dec 2, 2010 15:59:08 GMT -5
"What are you going to do?"It was an easy enough question to ask, but to answer... it was another story. He sighed, sipping on the new drink in his hands as a song came over the jukebox. He began to laugh softly, shaking his head. " I could tell you I have a plan." He told her, pausing a moment to look over at her. " But I'd be lying." He smiled lightly. " A human, a mutant, someone I knew. Someone that was apart of my past... is dead, and by my hands..." He shook his head. " I don't know." He said simply. " I wish I did." He shrugged. " But I just don't."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 3, 2010 18:45:46 GMT -5
And that was okay. He was allowed to not know. If he knew everything about his situation, she would be a little concerned. Even she never knew everything about the future, and she was the one with precognition and time travel. Emma had never visited the future before, and frankly, she didn't want to--she didn't even know if she could. Some things were better left alone. The future was one of them.
Putting a hand on the back of his shoulder, she smiled warmly. "It'll be okay. You've got all of us backing you up. We can put together bail money if you ever do get caught." With Dean's luck, she wasn't sure, but when it came to Dean's evasive skills? She was pretty confident. He'd been a hunter, after all.
Finishing her drink, she looked him over. "Need a ride back home? I'm parked just down the street." Her eyes flickered to the glasses around him and she snickered. "And I'm not really sure you're all right to be walking home by yourself."
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Post by Dean on Dec 3, 2010 18:51:36 GMT -5
"It'll be okay. You've got all of us backing you up. We can put together bail money if you ever do get caught."
He nodded, grabbing his drink and taking a gulp of it. "Yeah." But this was murder, it was different. Was he even going to get bail? And if he did, it would be a ridiculous amount. Too much for Harm to take care of, or Emma, or anyone. He plastered on a smile, despite feeling like the man with the worst luck in the world.
"Need a ride back home? I'm parked just down the street."
He shook his head. "Don't wanna go home just yet." he told her, taking another drink, and sliding the empty glass back to Ashling. She didn't even say anything this time, just filled it and pushed it back.
"And I'm not really sure you're all right to be walking home by yourself."
He looked over at her, raising a single brow, lips pursed. "What? I can walk." He smirked, slowly getting ready to take to his feet. But he decided against it. "Okay, maybe not in a straight line, but I can walk."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 3, 2010 19:08:13 GMT -5
"What? I can walk. Okay, maybe not in a straight line, but I can walk."Laughing to herself, she shook her head, taking hold of his hand. "Lies," she sighed, taking a hold of his hand and waiting for him to finish his drink. "Bottoms up and then I'm driving you home. You need to get your mind off of this. Can't change the future--trust me," she scoffed, fixing the front of his hair, "I know." Paying Ashling upfront, she slipped her bag over her shoulder. Then she opened it back up again and silently paid for Dean's tab while he was busy situating his eye focus. Laughing, she helped him to his feet, keeping her arms wound around his, steadying his uneven steps. "Whoa, hold your own weight, I'm tinier than you," she giggled, taking a heavy swing from him as they tried to make it out the door. He wasn't stinking drunk, that was for sure, but he was definitely out of it. Distraction mixed with stress mixed with alcohol--it was a lucid Dean, but a distant one. At last, she got him into the passenger seat of her Lexus, and she climbed into the driver seat, tossing her bag into the bag and sticking the keys in the ignition. Hands on the wheel, she looked back to him with concern in her eyes. He was heavy with this. That much she knew. Not wanting it to be an equally weighted car ride, she sighed the troublesome feelings waving into her Empathy out through her nose, and put a hand on the back of his seat, glancing through the back window so she could get out of his parallel park without killing someone.
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Post by Dean on Dec 3, 2010 19:27:27 GMT -5
"Bottoms up and then I'm driving you home. You need to get your mind off of this. Can't change the future--trust me, I know."
He groaned. "What do you think I'm trying to do, chick." He told her, looking back. But despite what he had said, he quickly chugged the glass down and slid it towards Ashling. "Thank you." He smiled goofily (my word) at her.
He sighed, slowly and tipsily, getting to his feet. Wrapping an arm around Emma he smiled. "I'm gonna miss this." He said softly. "You and me. Harm and the kids... Cian and your rugrats.."
"Whoa, hold your own weight, I'm tinier than you,"
"Oop." He mumbled, trying to walk straight and not lay so much weight on her. "S'that your car?" He asked pointing to the Lexus. Apparently it was as she opened the back door and he slid in. "Where are we going? Woman, where are you taking me?" He asked through laughter.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 3, 2010 19:38:42 GMT -5
"I'm gonna miss this. You and me. Harm and the kids... Cian and your rugrats.."
A frown bulldozed the rest of her expression. Him and her? Clearly he meant all of the run-ins they'd had over the years. "I'm, uh..." she started, her voice hitching and wobbling. "I'm going to miss this, too." She palmed the wheel, inhale shaking. "But it's not going to end, all right? We'll still see each other. This world isn't so black and white. There's gonna be some way to get around this, especially since you were protecting your family. And being mutant should give you some leverage."
He was laughing then. "Where are we going? Woman, where are you taking me?"
Unable to uncurl the smile that was starting to sprout on her face, Emma scoffed. "Wherever you want to go. I was on my way to taking you home, but if you don't want to go there, we can always go somewhere else. Cian's home if you want to hang out at Rosewood for a little while. See your friend. Can have a little drinkathon there maybe. Up to you."
She had the feeling both men needed a little bromance, especially since they were all dealing with troublesome events. Cian with being un-dead, Dean with prison, and herself with...well, dealing with these men.
And who knew? Maybe a little too much alcohol could end up being a helluva good time.
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Post by Dean on Dec 3, 2010 19:51:10 GMT -5
"I'm, uh..." she started, her voice hitching and wobbling. "I'm going to miss this, too."
He leaned forward, looking out the window as they slowly began to move. "God, I haven't drank like this in awhile." He muttered, blinking his eyes a few times. "Is everything suppose to be swirling together?[b/]" He asked, looking over at her. "But it's not going to end, all right? We'll still see each other. This world isn't so black and white. There's gonna be some way to get around this, especially since you were protecting your family. And being mutant should give you some leverage." He shook his head. "She was mutant too, and..." He sighed deeply. "Mutant jail."
He could just see it now. Him, behind bars, surrounded by the people he use to hunt, and those who killed, like him, with their powers. That would go over so well. His head hung then, another sigh following. "Emma.." He started, but quickly shook his head.
"Wherever you want to go. I was on my way to taking you home, but if you don't want to go there, we can always go somewhere else. Cian's home if you want to hang out at Rosewood for a little while. See your friend. Can have a little drinkathon there maybe. Up to you."
"Only if you drink too." He told her with a smile. After all the years he's known her, he'd never drank with her. "And if that's a yes, then your place please, driver." He smirked, leaning back.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Dec 4, 2010 22:54:43 GMT -5
"Is everything suppose to be swirling together?"
Releasing a chuckle that actually helped the tension in her fingers that was making her grip the wheel like she was trying to choke the life out of it, Emma replied, "No, that's usually not a good sign, unless you're looking to get completely hammered." In relation to that, she wasn't quite sure if Dean would be opposed. He didn't seem reckless, but he definitely needed to escape from himself and his life for a while. That much was crystal clear.
He muttered her name, and she looked over briefly, waiting for him to continue, before looking back to the road. When he said nothing, concern stirred in the pit of her stomach. What was he keeping inside?
Sometimes it was good, just to hear her name. Whether it was because they wanted something of her, needed her to listen, or were just generally blabbering, there was a certain satisfaction in just hearing that her presence, attention, and thoughts were summoned.
"Only if you drink too." Well, that was a given. But, in playing along, she giggled maliciously. "If you insist. I'll just have to let you know, I've only been drunk once in my life, and it was the night after Cian died. It was not a healthy drunk." Taking a right instead of left, Emma began to make her way through city traffic toward Rosewood.
Upon arrival, she climbed out of the car and helped him out, too, bringing him through the large front doors and up the stairs to her suite. "Cian?" she called into the place, setting Dean down on the couch. "You around, love?"
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Dec 5, 2010 12:48:56 GMT -5
The trouble was starting. It was something he had done every night and sometimes more from age three up until he had turned about fifteen. And he had thought that starting up after about a thirteen year hiatus would be easy enough; like riding a bike. He thought he would just sit down, fold his hands and it would come easily without trying. But here he was, on his bed, head bowed and he had no clue where to go. And then his Ma's voice broke into his thoughts: He loves us all; it doesn't have to be perfect or right. Just there. Cian nodded. Just there. Just prayer.
And once he got started, he couldn't stop. He had so much to say; so many thing to be thankful for and so many questions. Most among them was why. Why him, why then, why at all. He was so fucking grateful, but he did not understand. At all. And that was all right, he wasn't one to question Her ways, but he had to get the thoughts out somewhere.
He was just saying his endings when he heard the door open and shut and then footsteps. "Cian? You around, love?" Clearing his throat a little, he rose and headed for the main room. "'Course, Em," he called back, moving through the threshold. "Ollie and Mo are both sleepin'. Tuckered from the night out," he added with a smile. Emma had wanted the night to herself and Cian had granted her that, taking the chance eagerly to be with his children. Oliver and Maura had been ecstatic to have daddy to themselves and it was even better when he had taken them to their favorite restaurant on the second floor so they could look over the whole city.
Coming upon his wife, he grinned and pressed a slow kiss to her lips. Glancing past her, he caught sight of Dean. Lifting an eyebrow in question, he looked to Emma. "Seems we've got company?" he asked, laughing softly. Moving to the couch, he dropped a hand to Dean's shoulder. "How's it going, Dean-o?" A wide grin broke over his face; he hadn't seen his friend since... Since God knew when. Even if Dean looked slightly...off, it was still good to see the man.
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Post by Dean on Dec 13, 2010 21:15:43 GMT -5
"No, that's usually not a good sign, unless you're looking to get completely hammered."
He laughed softly. "That's the plan." He told her with a smile as he leaned back and looked out the window. "Though, I imagine when I get home, Harm will give a nice lecture about wasting time on getting drunk."
"If you insist. I'll just have to let you know, I've only been drunk once in my life, and it was the night after Cian died. It was not a healthy drunk."
He nodded. "Yeah..." it was all he could really say on that. He was sure Harmony went through the same thing when he was gone. "Hey, me and Cian have another thing in common then, huh?" He laughed.
As they arrived, he slowly emerged from the car, swerving just a little as he walked. "Cian?" she called into the place, setting Dean down on the couch. "You around, love?" He smiled as he sat her down. "Ciiiiaaaaan" He called out.
"Seems we've got company?"
Dean raised a brow. "You consider me company and not family?" he was only teasing and you could tell by the smile on his face. "How's it going, Dean-o?" Dean shrugged then. "Oh you know..." He paused. "Going to jail. Get your hi's in now before I'm gone."
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