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Post by Dean on Jan 10, 2010 16:33:40 GMT -5
TrampledRosewood was filled with laughter as Regan ran through the living room, being chased by Dean. She was covered in peanut butter and jelly from lunch--but what was more important was the fact that she had one of daddy's ACDC CD's.
"Regan! Stop!" He laughed softly, chasing after her around the furniture. Regan giggled, phasing through a chair and running down one of the hallways.
"Someone stop this chick!" Dean yelled out as he ran after her. Regan laughed loudly. "Da'dy!" She laughed out in the middle of a hiccup.
She quickly turned, sliding across the wooden floor and phasing through a door into a classroom. She stopped for a split second, seeing alot of students starring at her.
Dean popped open the door and ran in after her, just as he was about to snatch her up, she phased through him and back out into the hallway. "Ooohh Ray.. you are so in trouble." He smirked. He turned to the students and then the teacher. "Sorry.. carry on!"
Running back into the hallway, he stopped, taking in a deep breath. "Regan..." He called out to her in a sing-song voice. The little girl peaked her head around a corner and grinned. "Daddy."
And the chase continued--through the hallway to the kitchen--back into the living room. "I could use a bit of help!" He called out to anyone--anyone at all.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 16, 2010 0:42:07 GMT -5
He was back from the dead. He was back from the dead and enjoying his life with his wife and children. Yet something compelled her to visit him, like she had some unsung problem (again) that she needed to screech to him. Like he held the answers in the palm of his hand, and she was curious. Like he fed her, and she was hungry. Intentions unclear, running high on self-speculation and lack of integrity, Emma pulled her feet toward Rosewood, her former home and school. The place which from outside little screams could be heard of a young girl, maybe just old enough to run away from her father, who was chasing after her and becoming breathless. The familiar voice strung a chord in her head, and she had trouble deciphering whether it was cacophony or harmony. He sounded that way a lot lately. Her empathy was either barren or running wild, and right now she couldn't tell. Perhaps it was overbearing to her empathy--whatever "it" was--and it had just decided to shut down completely; not bother with anything too analytical. Because that was Dean, all right. Just as she came through the door, a tiny person came rushing toward her, and she scooped her up in her arms, smiling kindly to her, wiping a little jelly off her chin. "Getting into trouble, are we?" she chuckled, kissing her forehead briefly before averting her eyes to gaze at the little fugitive's father. He glowed. What was it about him? Her thoughts briefly drifted to Cian, remembering what made him glow, what made him want her to come to him; succumb to him. Not to say that she found identical qualities in Oliver's godfather, but something was there. Something like the way she felt that night in Van Park. Some longing. Some wanting to know that he was there. He was alive. But now that he was alive, would he want her anymore?
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Post by Dean on Jan 16, 2010 15:26:43 GMT -5
Regan erupted in giggles as she phased through the couch and ran towards the door. Not paying attention, looking over her shoulder at her daddy, watching him chase her. She was suddenly scooped up, and struggled at first at the unexpectedness of it all. Her eyes traveled to meet Aun' Emmy's, a bright smile forming as she wiped some jelly from her chin.
"Getting into trouble, are we?"
"Noooo." She sang softly, laughing and shaking her head. It was her favorite word anymore. Loved saying it. Dean ran towards the door, seeing Regan in Emma's arms, he smiled. "Hey.." He laughed softly at the two of them.
He walked closer, grabbing the CD from Regan's sticky hand. "I'll just take that back, missy." He said, tapping her nose. He didn't hold any awkwardness towards Emma, none whatsoever. "What are you doin' over here?" He asked softly, that always sunny smile on his face.
Despite the situation, Harmony in a wheelchair, and hell on earth. He always found the brighter side of things. Regan turned, placing a peanut buttery hand to Emma's cheek as she giggled. "Em-n-em-n-mmm..."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 16, 2010 15:35:06 GMT -5
Regan's murmurs caught her attention first and she moved to use the back of her hand to wipe off the peanut butter. "Mmm, delicious," she giggled, shaking her head at the girl and pulling a tissue out of her bag to clean up Regan's face. "I'm a peanut M&M now, thank you very much. I think I prefer plain." Then she went for Ray's hands, making sure they were jelly-free.
"What are you doin' over here?"
Picking her head up, she shoved the tissue into her pocket and sent Regan off with a hand to her back. Offering a new tissue to Dean for his CD, which was also painted with jelly, she replied, "Wanted to see you." It was easier to say than she'd thought it would be.
"I see I caught you in a sticky situation." She blushed at her own awful pun.
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Post by Dean on Jan 16, 2010 16:07:42 GMT -5
"Mmm, delicious," she giggled, shaking her head at the girl and pulling a tissue out of her bag to clean up Regan's face. "I'm a peanut M&M now, thank you very much. I think I prefer plain."
Regan grinned up at her, before getting set back on the ground. With a soft push from Emma, she took off running to Dean, wrapping her now clean hands around his leg and giving it a nice squeeze before phasing through him and into the kitchen.
Dean shook his head, taking the tissue and began cleaning the CD off. "Well at least she didn't open it." He laughed softly. "Wanted to see you." He picked his head up, looking at her a moment before going back to cleaning the case.
"Yeah?" He asked, placing the CD on one of the end tables. "What's up?" He asked, with a smile. "I see I caught you in a sticky situation." He chuckled softly. "You can say that again, little rat stole the CD and decided to make a game out of it."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 16, 2010 16:19:19 GMT -5
With a lazy shrug, she took a few steps toward him, toying with the end of her ponytail, weaving it through her fingers. "Yeah," she echoed, a little less certain of herself this time. "Not a lot. Just the end of the world, you know." She shuddered. The population of New York was never supposed to be this low. Then she countered with, "What about you? How's Harm?"
Joining in his chuckle, she nodded. "It's what makes their little years so entertaining. Mo has a habit of teleporting everywhere. Thankfully it's not usually far." And apparently angels had a habit of being animals and then leaving, and Hell rose, and fuck, he was alive...
"Glad to be back?" Emma offered a grin, trying to lighten the topic, though she knew better than anybody how it tore her apart.
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Post by Dean on Jan 16, 2010 16:47:54 GMT -5
"Not a lot. Just the end of the world, you know." She shuddered. The population of New York was never supposed to be this low. Then she countered with, "What about you? How's Harm?"
He leaned against one of the chairs. "Yeah, I know." He smirked softly. His eyes looking to the window and at the chaos that still laid out there. He shook his head, rubbing at his forehead a moment. "I..She's good, I think she's good." He said, licking at his lips. "Left Logan with her so he could give her a hand if she needed it." He explained.
"It's what makes their little years so entertaining. Mo has a habit of teleporting everywhere. Thankfully it's not usually far."
He laughed aloud at that, shaking his head a bit. "That sounds like an offspring of yours." He teased gently. "Entertaining is an understatement." He chuckled.
"Glad to be back?"
He smiled. "Why, did you miss me?" He chuckled, his smile beaming as he joked with her. "To answer you're question.. yeah, I am." He gave a soft nod. "So, besides the end of the world, as you say it.." He paused, grinning. "How's everything you're way?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 16, 2010 20:10:37 GMT -5
Poor Harmony. After all she was put through, the last thing she'd needed was to be paralyzed. Chewing on her bottom lip for a moment, letting her bag slide off her shoulder and thump into the arch of her fingers, dropping it to the floor, Emma nodded occasionally to move his comments along. "I know she hates me still, for being responsible for your sacrifice," her voice faltered at the last word, tone unsure of whether or not she actually believed it was her fault; she was still sorting that out inside herself, "but if she ever needs anything." Her eyes softened. "You know I'm always willing to help." She smiled tightly.
"Why, did you miss me?"
No, Dean. You only gave your life for me. You're only one of the most important people in my life. The life that should've ended, damn it.
Only then she remembered that he could hear her thoughts, and she sighed, ashamed of herself. "Damn," she cursed under her breath. "Yes, I missed you. Of course I missed you." His voice, his touch, his presence.
Glad that the cards had moved, she replied with a little more ease. "Well," she began, releasing her hair from her fingers, "I had an angel dog, the apocolypse came, and my husband refuses to let me have more children. That's what's my way."
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Post by Dean on Jan 16, 2010 22:13:26 GMT -5
"I know she hates me still, for being responsible for your sacrifice," her voice faltered at the last word, tone unsure of whether or not she actually believed it was her fault; she was still sorting that out inside herself, "but if she ever needs anything. You know I'm always willing to help."
He nodded softly, his lips a tad tight as Regan bombarded into his legs. He looked down as she laughed up at him. "I'mma get you." He said with a sly smile as he acted like he was going to chase her. She took off in a fit of giggles.
Starring at the direction she went in for a moment, his head turned, looking at Emma. How many times did he have to tell her for her to finally let it sink in? "Emma.." He trailed off a moment. 'No, Dean. You only gave your life for me. You're only one of the most important people in my life. The life that should've ended, damn it.' His brows knitted together before his eyes closed briefly. "Damn,"
His eyes opened slowly. "Yes, I missed you. Of course I missed you." He stared at her for a second. "You know it's mutual Em, you act as if you want to be dead.." He paused, his head down. "I didn't want that for you.. you just.. you were just starting to live, Emma." He looked back up and into her eyes.
"I.." He shook his head, a soft sigh escaping. "I wanted you to live--and that makes me a selfish person." He put up a hand, knowing this would only go round and round in that never ending circle. "Selfish because all I was thinking was about you.. you're family, and what you meant to me." He let it drop there.
If she wanted to discuss it more, than they would. But he wouldn't just stand there and ramble on.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 16, 2010 22:34:34 GMT -5
She didn't want to be dead, exactly. That meant abandoning Cian and her children and Dean and she couldn't do that to them willingly, but she had had no choice. "Dean, I was ready to die," she told him, sinking down onto the couch nearby, looking over the back to see him, leaning her chin on her arms that were propped on the arch. "I'd been preparing myself for three months. I didn't like the idea, and don't you dare say giving your life for someone else is selfish. It was selfish of me to let you."
He put up a hand, and she promptly silenced herself. Emma's eyes sunk downward, landing on the floor pensively. "I know, but what could I do? You were so set, and I was scared, and... Well now that we're both alive, why are we still struggling with this? It wouldn't be so hard if one or both of us weren't flawed in some way."
She added in an undertone, "And now because of that Cian won't have any more children."
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Post by Dean on Jan 16, 2010 22:45:03 GMT -5
"Dean, I was ready to die,"
"How can you--" His voice was a little to loud, and he cleared his throat, lowering it. "But how can you say that? You're only twenty-two.. you have a whole.. great life ahead of you." He stopped, licking his lips as Regan ran back in, she had her rabbit with her and carried it close to her chest. His eyes wandered back to Emma. "Wanna go outside?" Regan anxiously clapped her hand together. "Yea! Ousi'" She pointed.
Once they were outside, Regan ran off towards the grass area as he took a seat in one of the chairs. "Sorry, just easier to have her occupied with something." He sighed, leaning his head back a moment and closing his eyes. "Why are we having such a hard time with this?" He let out a airy laugh, lifting his head back up.
"What happened to that relationship where we would go people watching at the aquarium? It's turned into arguements at the park." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Can't we just.. go back to the way it was before?" Before everything.. before the kiss... before his death.. before Harmony kicked him out..
Back when everything was fine. Normal. No hell, no hardships--besides Azrael. Back when.. everything was.. simple.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 16, 2010 22:50:46 GMT -5
Figuring she had to make herself clearer, Emma elaborated, "I didn't mean my life was over. I wasn't ready to have everything end. But I knew I couldn't avoid what my vision told me. I never can. So I dealt with the inevitable as best I could. I wasn't ready to leave my new husband, and my children, who I'm still getting to know. And you. I couldn't leave you..."
Her teeth clamped down on her lip and she dragged her eyes up to his face. How could they just go back? Erase everything? She could never forget that kiss, because it was perfect. But he needed it. He needed to pretend, he needed to start his life over. So she would. For him. Do something for him once.
"Absolutely," she agreed with an easy, free smile, looking over at him with soft, willing eyes. "And worse comes to worst, we learned something about ourselves. We got to make out with some really good looking people." A loose joke, maybe even a bad one, but an attempt nonetheless.
She winced then. "But," she added, "can we not go back to the aquarium and Azrael and Sai and all that?"
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Post by Dean on Jan 16, 2010 23:01:05 GMT -5
"I didn't mean my life was over. I wasn't ready to have everything end. But I knew I couldn't avoid what my vision told me. I never can. So I dealt with the inevitable as best I could. I wasn't ready to leave my new husband, and my children, who I'm still getting to know. And you. I couldn't leave you..."
He bite at his lip, his eyes meeting hers. They locked on, but wavered slightly to regan as she played with her bunny. And for some odd reason, the conversation he had with Cian before hell broke loose came to mind--what he confessed.. He couldn't tell Emma.. He took in a deep breath to calm his nerves as he thought about being in hell. "I'm not saying we forget everything. Just.. " He smiled, shaking his head.
"Absolutely. And worse comes to worst, we learned something about ourselves. We got to make out with some really good looking people."
He shook his head, a laugh escaping his lips. "Right." He chuckled, leaning his head back and putting a hand over his face. "But," she added, "can we not go back to the aquarium and Azrael and Sai and all that?"
Another laugh--this one louder than before. "Right cause that was horrible."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 16, 2010 23:15:07 GMT -5
Suddenly he became very reticent. His sentences trailed off, words left unsaid. Wanting to push it out of him but not wanting to make him go some place he was uncomfortable, she let it go for now, making a mental note to address it later. "Downright awful," she agreed shamelessly, head swinging back and forth in disgusted memories.
Her empathy wandered a little, just grazing the outer surface of Dean's emotions. They begged her to dig deeper, but she didn't want to invade his privacy. Soon enough, she was unable to restrain it, and her empathy clung onto Dean's feelings, bringing them back into herself.
Taking a sharp inhale, she let it out slowly. Then she asked coolly, "What are you keeping from me?"
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Post by Dean on Jan 16, 2010 23:20:17 GMT -5
"Downright awful,"
Dean smirked, chuckling lightly as he watched her shake her head. His eyes traveled to Regan as she headed back towards them. She held two daisy's in her hands as she walked up to the table. "Watch'a got, princess?" She grinned, one arm stretching to Emma and handing her the flower as she did the same to Dean. "Thank you gorgeous." He smiled, leaning in and kissing her cheek.
"What are you keeping from me?"
He took in a sharp breath. "What?" His brows furrowed as he looked over at her. Regan stood at the table, her head turning back and forth from Emma to Dean, smiling--she was getting dizzy..
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 16, 2010 23:26:44 GMT -5
Princess.
Her father's old nickname for her made her lean her head back, close her eyes, get nostalgic for a second or two. She liked to drift away sometimes, just to remember them. Remember their faces, their voices, their touches, their smells. And their habits. Dee would chronically play with her hair, her mother pinched her cheeks, and her dad called her Princess. Despite the fights she and Deiderich would get in until they were blue in the face; despite the vibrato screeching of her mother when something wasn't done a certain way; despite the abrasive bellow of her father, she missed them dearly.
Regan's presence made her open her eyes and she looked down to see the girl giving her a flower. "Oh, thank you, sweetheart," she said, taking it and bringing it to her nose, the scent wafting around her. "I love it."
"What?"
Turning back to Dean, Emma gave him a look. "Empathy? Almost the same as telepathy. You got something in there, Dean?" She pointed to his head, laying the hand on his shoulder afterward.
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Post by Dean on Jan 16, 2010 23:32:32 GMT -5
"Empathy? Almost the same as telepathy. You got something in there, Dean?"
He wasn't sure to either laugh of be abrasive, he couldn't blame her though. Sighing softly, he smirked. "What is this, payback for all those times I accidentally heard your thoughts?" He joked with her. Feeling her hand on his shoulder.. He swallowed roughly.
"It's nothing you should worry over.. it's.." He closed his eyes, nodding his head. "It's my personal demon." His eyes opened, looking over at her. "It's not eating me up inside, Emma.. it's just there.."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 16, 2010 23:36:04 GMT -5
She giggled, never taking her eyes off of him, elbow supporting her arm on the back of the seat, head resting in her hand. "Maybe," she answered, a wry grin on her face, wanting more from him than that. He continued, and her smile quickly faded. Something was bothering him. More than bothering. Torturing him. It was festering inside, with nothing to pry it out. She wondered if talking about it was the best thing for him.
Emma approached a little more cautiously this time, for his sake. "Okay," she edged, nodding once, eyes on his hands, wanting to reach for them. "What do you mean 'personal demon'? Like, your conscience? Or is something actually...there? Maybe not a demon itself, but...figuratively. A certain instance, a certain feeling?"
Shit. Maybe that was pushing too hard.
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Post by Dean on Jan 16, 2010 23:42:20 GMT -5
"Maybe,
His eyes traveled over to look at her as he leaned back in his chair, one arm on the table, the other on the chair's arm. "Okay," Okay, so that was that. She was going to let it go, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"What do you mean 'personal demon'? Like, your conscience? Or is something actually...there? Maybe not a demon itself, but...figuratively. A certain instance, a certain feeling?"
His head turned slowly to look at her, the look on his face--priceless. "By 'personal demon'," He paused, making the air quotes. "I mean--let's not discuss it." He shook his head, his eyes turning to Regan as she picked up a handful of grass.
"Ray, don't do that." Regan froze, her eyes locking onto his as her hand inched closer to her mouth. "Ray.. Regan Joy Winchester." He starred at her. "Drop it." It was a starring contest now as she judged him--to do as he said--or eat the grass.
Slowly her hand opened and she wiped the grass on her jpants.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 16, 2010 23:47:03 GMT -5
Ouch. As if he needed to make his point any clearer. She had definitely gone too far, and now the only thing to do was obey him. Curling up in her seat, she looked over to Regan, who was now fascinated by a handful of grass. Brushing a bit of hair out of her eyes, she watched as the two got into an intense staring contest. He seemed adament about winning.
"Hey Ray," she proposed, sitting up a little bit in her seat, eyes widening with excitement, "want to play tag?" Running around with a little kid, discovering her own inner child and letting loose. That was what she needed right now. And maybe Dean would lighten up and join them.
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