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Post by Dean on Jan 16, 2010 23:58:29 GMT -5
He went too far.. too abrasive. He closed his eyes, rubbing at his head. "Hey Ray," she proposed, sitting up a little bit in her seat, eyes widening with excitement, "want to play tag?" He looked over at Emma and then to Regan.
Ray's head lifted--turning to look as her name was called. "Yea!" She grinned, quickly climbing to her feet and racing over to Emma. She plopped right between her legs, smiling up at her. She loved her Aun' Emmy, she had pretty hair. "pay 'ag." She tapped on Emma's leg a few times. "'ag!" She screamed a bit before turning and running away.
Dean laughed out loud, shaking his head. He would apologize. "Yeah, Aunt Emma, you're it." He tapped her shoulder as he ran towards Regan. He scooped her up and placed her on his shoulders as he slouched over slightly. "She's not gonna catch us, huh Ray? Say sorry, too slow!" He laughed.
"Soo--sloooo'" Regan laughed, clinging to dean's shirt.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 0:05:06 GMT -5
Emma took Regan's head into her hands, letting her be near her for a little while before she initiated the game. Tag. Playing an innocent game of tag with a kid who knew nothing else but that. Happiness. Ease. Tolerance. Smiling brightly, she looked over at Dean before dropping her jaw in a feigned offended look. "Me, too slow?" she echoed, incredulous. "We'll see about that!"
She took off, running after them, not wanting to crash into them and send Regan flying, so she didn't let herself go absolutely yet. The wind pulled back the loose ends of her hair, the unbuttoned parts of her shirt. It felt so good. Wind. Air. Living, breathing.
"Tag!" she cried, fingers digging into the folds of Dean's shirt, clinging onto him until they were all a rolling mess on the ground, tripping over each other's feet. Emma didn't realize the fall, only her heavy breathing as she laid on her back, looking up at the bright blue sky. Blue. Good. "You're it," she added breathlessly, poking Dean's nose.
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 0:14:37 GMT -5
"Me, too slow?" she echoed, incredulous. "We'll see about that!"
Regan screamed as Dean quickly moved to the right, laughing softly as he had just missed her by an inch. He bounced to the side, and took a quick left. Regan couldn't stop laughing as she leaned each way Dean turned.
"Tag!"
He laughed, slowing down instantly as she grasped at his shirt, and before he knew it--they were all on the ground. Regan laughed the loudest out of all of them as she crawled over to Aunt Emma. "Da'dy eet." She pointed, hiccuping slightly from laughing so hard.
"You're it," He smiled, evening out his breath as he quickly rolled to his feet. "You gonna grab her, or are you running alone Ray?" She gave them a look as she ran to the other end of the yard. "Alone, got ya." He laughed.
He chased after them, just missing Emma by a split second. Getting breathless, he charged over to Ray, grabbing her up as he slid to the ground. "Tag! You're it!"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 0:24:12 GMT -5
Who the hell knew she was this nimble? Agile in her movements, Emma swerved dexterously away from Dean as he went to snatch her--actually, "swerve dexterously" could also be loosely defined as "ran faster, screaming"--and then took a breather when she saw he was going after Regan. They toppled downward and she chuckled, starting to walk over to them. "That's right, Ray-Ray's it now," she affirmed with a nod. "Looks like it's either going to be a Daddy-and-Aunt-Emmy comradary or every man for himself." She shot Dean a look.
"Do I get to go up on your shoulders like she did?" she asked jokingly.
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 0:29:59 GMT -5
"That's right, Ray-Ray's it now,"
Regan laughed, crawling to her feet. "me." She pointed at herself. "Daddy, go." She pushed at his leg. She grinned softly, dancing in place as she waited for them to get ready. "Looks like it's either going to be a Daddy-and-Aunt-Emmy comradary or every man for himself." He raised a brow at her and smiled. Laughing softly as Regan pushed at him. "I'm going." He laughed, jogging over toward Emma. "I'm not getting caught." He smirked over at her.
"Do I get to go up on your shoulders like she did?"
He laughed out loud, bendhing over and placing his hands on his knees, eyes focused on his daughter. "I don't think that'd be a good idea. We'd be caught for sure." He joked back at her, laughing softly as Regan took off straight at them. He ran right towards her, and just as she went to grab him, he jumped over her.
"Ha! Can't catch me!"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 0:44:37 GMT -5
Emma jerked her hands onto her hips, shifting weight, sending him a smirk that she wouldn't suppress. "Excuse me," she interjected, eyebrows lifting, "I outran you, so don't make comments about getting caught being my fault, old man." She flipped the edge of his hair before Regan's motions caught her attention. Time to run.
Laughter bursting from her as he leapt over his daughter, Emma took off, not having to run as fast because of Regan's tiny feet. "Go get 'im, Ray! Show him who's boss!" she called, turning and starting at a speedy jog backwards. Her only hope was to not completely collide with Dean, beacuse she wasn't watching where she was going.
It was times like this that made her happy to be alive.
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 0:49:47 GMT -5
"I outran you, so don't make comments about getting caught being my fault, old man."
"Old man?" He yelled back through laughter. "I'm not that old, and hey, I just jumped my own kid." He laughed, bending over to watch Emma run from Regan. Hearing Dean's voice, she quickly changed her path and ran towards him laughing loudly.
"Oh no!" He laughed, jerking to the right. He waited till she caught up some before taking off down to the back of the lawn--colliding with Emma--back to back. Feet fumbling--trying to keep himself from falling.. He fell backwards, rolling to the side quickly as laughter cut his air down immensely. "Oh god.." He laughed. Regan laughed her way over, and tagged the nearest person to her..
Emma..
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 0:54:40 GMT -5
The sharp thrust onto her back told her that she hadn't been as careful as she thought, and that Murphy's law once again applied. Before she could react properly, she was sent to the ground, lying on her back next to Dean, but he disappeared just as quickly as he had fallen. "Hey, no fair," she pretended to whine at Regan, pouting, sitting up come. "Daddy made me fall. He should be it." Emma pointed a finger at Ray's daddy.
With a weighted sigh, she propped herself up onto her knees, facing Regan. "Well, little missy," she huffed, "since I seem to be it, don't you think you should start running?" A smile broke her montage of bad acting.
Regan took to the idea immediately, and Emma turned to help Dean up, offering a hand. "Anything ache yet, arthritis-joints?" she teased him, knowing she was going to get it so badly when he was "it."
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 1:04:22 GMT -5
"Hey, no fair," she pretended to whine at Regan, pouting, sitting up come. "Daddy made me fall. He should be it."
She grinned, giving a slight shrug. "Joo." She said, pointing at Emma as she laughed softly. She screamed as Emma told her to run. She took off down towards the kitchen door. Dean laughed softly, shaking his head.
He quickly took her hand and climbed to his feet. No lie, that hurt. "Anything ache yet, arthritis-joints? He perked a brow. "You better watch you back, chick." He laughed softly, moving backwards towards the side of the yard.
Regan rubbed at her eyes a moment and smiled. She ran--just not as fast as before--right towards Dean. He smiled, seeing that she was getting worn out. He slowed down, moving just two steps to the left as she went to grab him. "Haha." He smiled at her.
Regan chuckled softly, a finger in her mouth as she walked over and quickly grrasped at his jeans. He grabbed her hand as he took a step backwards--her laughter growing as she was swung slightly. "You ready for a nap?" He asked, laughing softly. She nodded, her arms outstretched. He did just as she wanted, held her close as her arms wrapped around his neck.
"Lemme lay her down and then we'll do one more round-" He shot her a look, a wicked grin on his face. It was payback.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 1:11:01 GMT -5
Lips still curled back in a viciously playful grin, Emma laughed as he gave her a fair warning. He wasn't much older, but certainly old enough to be a father-like figure to her when she was seventeen. She had enough rights to make fun of him if he was sore. That, and she just found it amusing. Because the falls were beginning to make her muscles ache a little now, too.
The near wordless interaction made her smile, and she stayed next to Dean, watching Regan's sleepy grin appear and then fade, appear and then fade. It was much easier putting Ray down than it was Mo--that girl never wanted to sleep, always wanted to see everything that went on. Putting her to sleep took a little lulling.
His comment, however, made her jaw hang open, eyes bulging. "Winchester, you wouldn't dare," she chuckled, knowing--hoping--he was only kidding.
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 1:27:08 GMT -5
"Winchester, you wouldn't dare,"
"Oh I dare!" He shouted back as Regan waved sleepily at Emma as they disappeared into the house. He walked into Flow's room, she wasn't here, and he was sure she wouldn't mind if Ray took a nap in her bed. Laying her down softly, he smiled--kissing her cheek. "Sleep tight, lady bug." He brushed a hand over her hair, placing an extra pillow at the side of the bed so she wouldn't fall out.
Walking out, he left the door cracked open in case she woke back up. He jogged down the stairs and headed right out the door. "As I remember, you said you could outrun me." He stopped, placing his hands on his waist. "I don't think so sweetheart." He grinned, taking off as he let his power of celerity kick in.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 1:32:18 GMT -5
He disappeared for a while, giving her time to think. Nothing new, but she liked it. Just letting her mind run sorted out some things she wasn't even aware of; a sort of personal yoga. Dean reappeared and then posed in front of her. She, too, decided to counter with her own shifting of weight, left hip jutting out to the side a little, arms folded.
Emma smiled. "A challenge," she addressed the situation with open eyes, glimmering at him. "Not that sprinting to keep in shape for a few years in the past helped me or anything," she laughed. Then he was gone.
"Hey, no fair! You can't use your powers!" she called after him, looking quite sluggish compared to his celerity. "Winchester, you are so dead!"
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 1:36:51 GMT -5
"A challenge," she addressed the situation with open eyes, glimmering at him. "Not that sprinting to keep in shape for a few years in the past helped me or anything, Hey, no fair! You can't use your powers!"
He laughed, stopping just out of reach. "Why, what are you gonna do? Tell on me?" He grinned ear to ear. He bent over, just like when they were playing tag. His legs spread so he could move with ease. "Winchester, you are so dead!" "You talkin' to me?" He laughed. "Bring it, it's on you.. come on." He grinned, shifting his weight as he readied himself to run.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 1:43:16 GMT -5
"Oh, no," she refused, skidding to a stop and hunching over to meet his level, pointing a reckoning finger at him, a grin still adorning her wind-pelted face, "you are not gonna jump me like you did Regan. Uh-uh. I'll tackle you before you do that." Of course, that also meant getting close, and he was sure to have something up his sleeve either way. Anything she did, she was bound to end up "it."
"And guess what," she retorted hotly, hair falling into her face, still smirking, "fuck with me and I blast you into another time period." She narrowed her eyes, smile growing. "Your move, Winchester."
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 1:50:25 GMT -5
"Oh, no, you are not gonna jump me like you did Regan. Uh-uh. I'll tackle you before you do that."
"Uh huh, yeah I can see you tackling me." He chuckled, waiting for her to go. "And guess what," He perked a brow. "What?" He smirked. "fuck with me and I blast you into another time period." He tilted his head, smirking. "Not if your frozen to the ground, sweetheart." He laughed softly.
"Your move, Winchester."
He starred at her, jerking to the right, before quickly taking the left. His hands reached out towards her, just missing her shirt. Changing directions to the middle of the backyard, and then to left, he tried again. This time he used just a little sparse of celerity..
Suddenly he was on the ground--Did I catch her?
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 1:58:26 GMT -5
Without warning, Emma flew out of the way, sucking in her stomach to make sure Dean didn't so much as brush against her shirt, let alone lay a hand on her. He continued on, and she knew a second try was coming. In an attempt to get away, she laughed at their barter and started off at a mad sprint. It proved useless when she felt her body connecting with the solid ground beneath her, landing on her back, her head jossling with the force.
For a moment she lie with her eyes closed, letting her senses come back to her. "Ow," she choked, trailing off with a chuckle. Dean was there, close, on the ground with her. "Well, you got me."
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 2:07:36 GMT -5
Just like that, his head fell back down, his eyes closing as his back began to ache a bit. "Ow," He chuckled softly. "Ow is right." He breathed out. His eyes drifted to the sky, a small patch of blue sky seeping through the smog of smoke.
He sighed, letting his muscles relax. "Well, you got me." He smirked. "I think I could go for a nap too." He chuckled, rolling to his side and then to his knees. "Kinda realized I'm not as young as I use to be." He laughed softly, stretching his arms over his head.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 2:11:33 GMT -5
The rustling beside her told her that he was moving, and his words didn't really register. She loved the sky. It was open and vast and unjudgmental and gosh it was blue and full of life; showed that life was possible, was here, so why not live? Emma folded her hands over her middle, staring up while he spoke. She managed a tiny scoff as he joked about his age. "Young enough," she offered nonchalantly, eyes forever transfixed on what was above them.
Emma's eyes danced over to Dean, and she pushed herself up onto her elbows. "Going?" she asked, saddened. He seemed to be making gestures--the whole going onto his knees, talking about a nap--toward going back inside, but she wanted to stay out here with him. Oh well, even if he did go in, she wouldn't.
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Post by Dean on Jan 17, 2010 11:40:03 GMT -5
"Young enough,"
He let out a soft chuckle, letting his eyes scan over the yard and then back to the sky. Of course he was slightly tired, but that didn't mean he was actually going to go take a nap. He wasn't fifty or a grandad yet. He let out a stretch, a yawn coming forth.
"Going?"
"Mm?" He looked back at her. "Just for something to drink." He smirked, finally taking to his feet. He looked back down at her as she laid on the ground. "You want anything?" He loved the outdoors, and besides, wasn't he the one to suggest coming out here in the first place?
He was no where near ready to go back inside.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 17, 2010 12:47:38 GMT -5
Only now did she realize how dry and thick her mouth had become. "Whatever you're getting," she replied, adding with a joking chuckle, "especially if it's hard liquor." Outside was so much better than inside. She wished she could go places more often other than the studio or their apartment. She wanted to hike, sail, swim, or just lay in the hills of Ireland. Maybe she and Cian could take a trip back to his mother land one day.
There was a warm breeze caressing the world then. A calming wind, as if to say "It's all over; I'll never let anything like that happen again. You're alive, make the most of it." As if God was talking to them. Because God did exist. She was certain now. It was the whole transition into worshiping that was difficult.
And Dean's said 'personal demon' still had her concerned...
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