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Post by Dean on Jan 18, 2010 1:04:22 GMT -5
He gave a slight nod. His head turning as she removed herself from his shoulder, she was quiet. And, she was lying. He could just tell, wasn't hard really. It was written all over her face. Not wanting to pry; cause let's face it, they've argued about it before about him using his power on her.
He sighed softly, turning back to the position he was once in. Looking down, he plucked at the grass. Ever so gently just skimming the surface of her thoughts. What he found, he didn't want to touch on. That was her personal buisness, and lets face it; kinda awkward between them.
Sure, he loved joking about it with her, but when it was so blatantly on her mind.. He just wouldn't touch on it. "Silent treatment?" He mused, looking back at her. "For once, I'm just going to ask.." He trailed off with a smile. "What's bothering you?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 18, 2010 1:08:52 GMT -5
How could she turn down something when it was placed so willingly into her midst? What Cian wasn't giving her she could easily find in Dean. But that was an awful thing to do; selfish. Horrible to Cian, to her children, and to Dean's family, too--hell, to Dean himself. But he talked to her. He didn't avoid things he was afraid of touching. He let it burn, let it sting, and dealt with the pain as it eased. She needed to fucking kiss him.
Contradiction--moral, that was--built up in her and she let out a sharp exhale, exasperated with herself. It was so wrong to want that. But her body told her to just...do it. How could she give in? How could she be so thoughtless?
"Cian," she outed with it, eyes transfixed on the sky, going into a list. "Talking with him. Sorting things out with myself." She turned to look at him. "Abstinence."
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Post by Dean on Jan 18, 2010 1:14:06 GMT -5
She was quiet for a good while. He let it simmer for awhile, as he continued to pick at some grass. He wasn't rushing her, sometimes, as Cian said, you just needed to talk. "Cian," she outed with it, eyes transfixed on the sky, going into a list. "Talking with him. Sorting things out with myself." She turned to look at him. "Abstinence." He sucked in a breath, shaking his head.
"That sucks." He breathed out a airy laugh. "Kinda in the same boat here, Em. My wife being paralyzed and all." He took in a deep breath. "Don't mean to sound like an ass there.. just.. hard." He looked down. " I don't know, you just learn to deal."
He looked up and over at her. "Y'know? And you'll work it out with Cian." He smiled softly before turning back to look at the grass.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 18, 2010 1:21:56 GMT -5
Trust Dean to laugh about it. Her eyes fell from their focus on the sky and diverted to something else a little more real; something nearby, to the side. "You just learn to deal." Yeah. It was that simple. You just...learned. Some sort of revelation came over you and you just magically gained this wisdom, this resistance. The need for sex, for love, for touch would disappear. No. It didn't work that way.
His evading eyes told her something else was in him, but she didn't think to ask. Her empathy swayed away, not wanting to touch it, either. What was she if she didn't have her kids? She loved Oliver and Maura just fine, more than she ever thought she could ever love somebody, but there had to be more. More that she was supposed to love just as much and care for and raise and love some more...
But he was in the same boat; Dean understood. Sort of.
"I guess."
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Post by Dean on Jan 18, 2010 1:28:13 GMT -5
"I guess."
She guesses. He couldn't control himself. A laughed escaped him, and for the life of him, he couldn't stop it. So there he was, sitting in the yard, laughing his ass off at her response of 'I guess.' Crazy.. maybe, but it was nice to laugh like this again.
"I'm sorry.." He managed between his laughter, holding up a hand and shaking his head.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 18, 2010 1:31:49 GMT -5
His outburst made her startle, and she shot her gaze back to him, watching in confusion. T'fuck was he doing? Brows together, she looked at him curiously. "Really, I mean, was it something I said? I know 'I guess' can be riveting sometimes..." she remarked sarcastically, allowing a miniscule smirk, shaking her head at him. He never ceased to amaze her. And the laugh...
Fuck. This had to stop. Now.
But what to do? Kiss him and get it over with; get all the feelings out? Or run away from him so she wasn't so tempted?
Emma blew out air, crossing her ankles. Had to keep herself contained. Cause Jesus was it hard...
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Post by Dean on Jan 18, 2010 1:37:22 GMT -5
"Really, I mean, was it something I said? I know 'I guess' can be riveting sometimes..."
This only made him laugh harder. He shook his head, going to his feet. His drink was empty and he wanted some more. "You want a refill?" He asked, laughing softly as he nodded at her glass. She was probably thinking he was crazy at this point.
But it was better than the alternative. He knew what she was thinking, but not feeling. It was the same difference though, you didn't have to think too hard about it really. "I don't why I laughed.. something just.." He shook his head, a soft laugh escaping. "Came over me."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 18, 2010 1:42:35 GMT -5
Her glass was full. She couldn't refill it, not unless she dumped it out right in front of him. Yet if he walked away, maybe she could relax a little. At least he'd go to refill his own. "No, thanks," she replied, putting her hands behind her head. His choppy proceedings confounded her, so she didn't say anything back.
Stupid men. Stupid estrogen. Stupid body. Stupid head.
((Gah, sorry. Didn't know what to say!))
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Post by Dean on Jan 18, 2010 1:48:05 GMT -5
He gave a nod. "Okay." Turning, he left her there. Walking into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbing the container that held the tea. Just as he was getting ready to pour more into his glass, Regan's cry filled the air.
He stopped, placing the tea on the counter and walking up the stairs. Pushing open the door, he smiled. "What's wrong sweetheart?" He asked, seeing her standing in the middle of the room, he quickly picked her up.
"Juju." She pointed. Dean smiled. "Yeah, we can get you some juice." He kissed her forehead and carried her back down, opening the cupboard and grabbing a sippy cup. Seemed Colette was putting these in each of the homes. Thinking ahead, very smart. He smirked, nibbling on Ray's fingers as he poured her a glass of juice. "There ya go sugar." He set her down and watched her head outside.
He filled his tea quickly and followed her out. By the time he reached Emma, Ray was in her lap drinking from her cup.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 18, 2010 1:55:44 GMT -5
The happy footsteps of an infant cut into her senses and she sat up to see Ray scrambling outside, rejuvinated from her nap. "Hey, baby!" she greeted her zealously, gathering her up in an embrace, sitting her in her lap. "What kind of juice you got there?" she asked eagerly, drawing a hand over the baby's soft locks.
Good. Child. Okay. Now she could rotate her attention to something else other than the annoying pleas of her body.
"Where's Daddy, huh?" she asked idly, looking up to see Dean following at a slower pace. "Come on, slow poke!" she called to him, ending in a laugh.
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Post by Dean on Jan 18, 2010 2:00:22 GMT -5
"What kind of juice you got there?"
"Mmm." She turned, offering her drink to Emma. "Jaha." She smiled, pulling it back and taking a drink before offering it again. Once Dean sat down, she leaned back against Emma, her cup in her hands. "Daddy mmba dabi" She pointed.
"Call me slow poke." He smiled, looking to where Ray was pointing, and not seeing anything. "Okay baby, whatever you say." He laughed gently.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 18, 2010 14:15:38 GMT -5
"Exactly," she laughed with Regan, a hand on her cheek, thumb stroking lightly to get a bit of hair out of her eyes. "No, thank you," she added, shaking her head, "you can have your juice. I'm having some iced tea with your daddy." Ray relaxed back onto her chest, and Em put her arms loosely around her.
Her eyes were drawn to whatever Ray saw, but she didn't spot anything. "Nothing there, Ray-Ray," she notified her with a sigh, brushing over her hair, loving the feel of her soft strands.
She turned to Dean. "Yeah, I called you a slow poke. I could outrun you. Except when you decided it would be a good idea to lodge yourself into my body," she chuckled.
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Post by Dean on Jan 20, 2010 14:47:58 GMT -5
"Yeah, I called you a slow poke. I could outrun you. Except when you decided it would be a good idea to lodge yourself into my body,"
He agave her an odd look. "That didn't sound pretty." He chuckled, taking a sip of his tea and moving the glass to sit beside him. Ray took to her feet and wobbled over to him, leaving her sippy with Emma. She pointed at Dean's glass and then her mouth. "Yeah, come on. You can have a sip."
Regan smiled, taking more steps closer as Dean gently tipped the glass. Once she had a mouth full, he placed it back down. Watching her lick her lips before walking back to Emma. "Beesjaba." She said, pointing over at nothing as she sat back down on Emma's lap.
[[Hardly any muse, sorry]]
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 21, 2010 18:04:00 GMT -5
Getting his tone, Emma stuck out her tongue, pulling a pained face of disgust. "Dirty head," she mumbled jokingly under her breath, being recaptured by Regan. She traced over the crown of her head with her palm. She left, then, to get a sip of her daddy's iced tea. Adorable. Emma chuckled, taking the heel of her hand to wipe away the few drops dripping down her chin.
"Really?" she gasped in humoring amazement. "You're so right, Ray. I couldn't have said it better myself." There was something about talking to babies--especially ones that couldn't talk, but were comprehensive otherwise--that was comforting. Whatever they said, if it didn't involve crying, could be taken as the more profound revelation or epiphany. They were so full of discovery. Wonder.
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Post by Dean on Jan 21, 2010 18:12:58 GMT -5
He smiled widely at her before dropping it to take a drink. Regan seemed content. It was her daily routine almost. Waking up from a nap and wanting to just relax for awhile before she went off to play. He enjoyed it, especially that time with her. Lucky Emma, stole his day away.
"Really?" she gasped in humoring amazement. "You're so right, Ray. I couldn't have said it better myself."
She grinned up at Emma, nodding as she pointed at the pool. "Daja. No." She laughed softly, pulling her sippy cup to her lips. "No-no-no." She grinned, turning to look at Dean. "Da'dy bah."
"I'm not bad, you're bad." He laughed back at her, shaking his head.
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Post by Omnipotent on Jan 21, 2010 19:09:51 GMT -5
Sticky situation, indeedShe was standing there all along, unnoticed. It was the way she liked it, especially with these two. She smiled softly as Regan pointed at her. She waved softly, watching quietly as they talked, joked around, and pretty much conversed.
Her cloak fell, and she stood there, waiting to be seen. When no one noticed, she teleported herself right in front of them. "I believe we need to talk." Her voice was calm, soothing as she smiled softly down at the three of them.
She couldn't blame them if they didn't. They probably felt this was her fault. That Lucifer, and hell was here because of her doing. But that simply wasn't the case. She sent warnings, though subtle, she sent them. She stared down at them, as they stared back at her. "Please, do not.. how do you say, freak out?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 21, 2010 19:13:37 GMT -5
She'd grown used to Maura teleporting away and in front of her every God-given second, but when a grown woman appeared before them, Emma jumped, arm around Regan tightening instinctively. She began to speak and she passed a glance to Dean, looking at him to see if he knew what was going on or who she was. Needed to talk? Did Azrael or Saikoro or, hell, Lucifer send her?
Though she scoffed lightly at her lack of knowledge when it came to pop culture slang. But she couldn't help but "freak out" just a little. Her mind instantly put the pieces together--Regan had been pointing at her.
Emma remained in a stunned silence.
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Post by Dean on Jan 21, 2010 19:18:48 GMT -5
They both shared a glance at one another as Dean's brows furrowed. "Excuse me?" He laughed airly, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, do I... know you..?" Something told him he did. But he couldn't figure it out. His eye flicked to Regan as she grinned up at the lady.
Something was off, and as she said not to freak out.. he couldn't help but give into it. Fear was a powerful thing, and Dean hadn't been 'right' since his return from Hell. "Easier said than done, lady."
Regan pointed up at her, smiling. "Eeha." Her hands went up to Omni, as if she wanted to be picked up by her.
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Post by Omnipotent on Jan 21, 2010 19:22:16 GMT -5
Omni smiled down at the girl, her eyes landing on Emma's face before turning to Dean as he began to speak. "I'm truly sorry for the intrusion. But, I knew if I didn't talk to you now.. I never will." She stated softly, hands clasped infront of her.
"I wasn't sent here by anyone, I came of my own accord." Her eyes flicked to Emma, catching parts of her thoughts. "You do not need to be frightened." She took in a calming breath. "I would introduce myself, but there in lies the complication." She smiled.
"People tend to.. freak out, when I tell them who I am."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jan 21, 2010 19:26:30 GMT -5
Dean spoke enough for the both of them. She wanted to say just that, but her throat prohibited any sound. She'd dealt with random appearances of demons one too many times with Azrael, and then Zarael, and then Saikoro, and she wasn't about to take any chances, especially when her best friend's daughter was in her lap. Her empathy seemed to go haywire, not working properly. As if this woman had every emotion and none; everything, anything, and none. Who was this?!
"People tend to...freak out when I tell them who I am."
"We'd be most interested," she said under her breath, just loud enough for her to hear, still cautious. She didn't want to say too much. Regan seemed happy enough to see the new person, but that could have just gone with her infantile curiosity.
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