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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 20, 2009 23:59:46 GMT -5
"If that's not what you want, yet you don't tell me what you do want, and you only tell me what's wrong with me, how am I supposed to know what to do? If my own judgement is so faulty, then..." Emma pressed her lips together in a firm line. There was no pleasing Dean, and she didn't know why that was such a necessity.
Her blood boiled. "Yes," she pressed. "That's what was supposed to happen." But you had to go all heroic on me. Realizing--once again--that it was useless to keep her thoughts to herself, she turned away, putting a hand to her suddenly cold forehead, running frigid to battle the heat of the situation. "Admit the obvious?" she echoed. "The obvious being...?"
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Post by Dean on Nov 21, 2009 0:12:30 GMT -5
"If that's not what you want, yet you don't tell me what you do want, and you only tell me what's wrong with me, how am I supposed to know what to do? If my own judgment is so faulty, then..."
He took a deep breath, and sighed. "Then what?" He spoke up finally, wanting to know why she trailed off. "I don't--" He groaned, running a hand through his hair and walking away a moment, only to turn around a second later.
"Yes," she pressed. "That's what was supposed to happen." 'But you had to go all heroic on me.'
"Well I am so... SO fucking sorry." He said sarcastically. "So sorry, that in a desperate act, I risked my own life, to save yours. I'm SO sorry, that.." He shook his head. "What does it matter? Really? You're alive, I'm alive.. What makes the difference?"
"Admit the obvious?" she echoed. "The obvious being...?"
He stared at her, mouth wide open. "You.. are such a.." He made a grunting noise, fists balled into the air, before going back to his side. "The obvious being.. " He said, his head bouncing around. "Being.. that you're afraid, Emma.. And you know what. That's okay." He finally said. "You're scared, and I get that. Scared of admitting that, no matter who is in your life, or mine... You will always come to me when something is wrong. "
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Logan erupted in laughter at his dad's antics. "He funny.."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 21, 2009 0:48:04 GMT -5
"What makes the difference?" she caught him, holding up a finger, face tilted to the side, not wanting to meet his ignorant beady eyes yet. "You died when you didn't have to. Mo brought me back. That makes the difference. And that you did something completely stupid when I told you not to tell anybody--that included demons, in case you were unaware." She couldn't believe he had the nerve to say these things to her. When did he suddenly become hostile? When did he cough up the courage to call her afraid? stubborn? insulting...?
Her stomach flipped in on itself and her mouth dropped open. "That's not true!" she screamed, taking his shoulder and giving him a hard shove. "Shut up, you can't say that!" Her heart skipped three or four beats before barely regulating.
She sought out Oliver, refusing to deal with Dean anymore.
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Post by Dean on Nov 21, 2009 0:53:49 GMT -5
"What makes the difference?" she caught him, holding up a finger, face tilted to the side, not wanting to meet his ignorant beady eyes yet. "You died when you didn't have to. Mo brought me back. That makes the difference. And that you did something completely stupid when I told you not to tell anybody--that included demons, in case you were unaware."
"Oh my god.. I'm so sorry! Is it such a bad thing for someone to care about you Emma?" He threw back at her. "'Cause if that's the case, then fine. I get it. I'm a fucking stupid ass ignorant SOB. I get it." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
"That's not true!" she screamed, taking his shoulder and giving him a hard shove. "Shut up, you can't say that!"
She was running away, again. "WELL IT'S VICE VERSA SWEETHEART!" He yelled after her. She was too far away, and he refused to be constantly running after her. He began pacing back and forth, talking to himself. "She's so damn stubborn. Who does she think she is?"
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Logan lifted his head from laughing, to see Emma walking up to them. "Joo no mad, no mores?" He asked softly. He didn't want her to be mad at him too...
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 21, 2009 1:40:20 GMT -5
Despite hearing his words, Emma continued toward the boys, wiping at her eyes momentarily before kneeling in front of Oliver, brushing his overalls off again (did he fall off the swing?). Dean was absolultely impossible. He refused to see anything any way but his own. And, of course, he would say the same thing about her. Dean didn't want to see that what he did was her fault, or at least she thought so. Didn't matter, though, did it...?
Keep depending on him... That was...that just wasn't true. His final shout toward her made her whip around and counter with a thoughtless, "You're full of such bullshit!" Emma regretted using that kind of language in front of the toddlers, but sometimes it was the only way to get things through Dean Winchester's head.
Getting down to Logan's level once more, Emma shook her head. "No, I'm not mad, not at you," she assured him, putting a hand on his cheek, voice taking on a much gentler tone with him. "I think your daddy might want you, though. Why don't you go over to him?"
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Post by Dean on Nov 21, 2009 1:47:51 GMT -5
"You're full of such bullshit!"
He growled, kicking at some pebbles and dirt with frustration. She was so stubborn! What was so hard in admitting that it was okay that they depended on each other? They've always been close, and just because they're married doesn't change a thing!
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"No, I'm not mad, not at you,"
"I think your daddy might want you, though. Why don't you go over to him?"
Logan sighed, and started walking off. But he stopped, and looked back at her. "Aun Emmy?" He spoke up softly. "Ollie say sumtin.." He paused, cracking a smile. "He say daddy wen "Wahhh!" an' den joo went "Ahhhh!"" He laughed, shaking his head. "Eet make me waugh." He smiled, and took off running for Dean..
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Dean sighed, seeing Logan coming running at him full speed. "Hey buddy." He smiled, kneeling down to his level. "You don't wanna play with Ollie any more?" He asked.
Logan shook his head. "Aun Emmy say joo wan'ed me.." He looked back at Emma and Oliver. "Daddy?" He turned back. "Joo and aun Emmy fight?"
How was he suppose to explain that? He took a deep breath and sighed. "Mm.. Why don't we go push you on the swings, huh?" He smiled, swooping him up into his arms as he walked back towards the swings.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 21, 2009 2:35:41 GMT -5
Cian trusted her to let go of Dean, to not go to him so often. He'd already forgiven her for telling him that she was going to die. She refused to break that trust again. There was no way she could betray him again, especially with Dean. Not that she wanted them competing, even with her inner self, but there was no possibility for both of them to be equal. Cian had to preside over Dean. That was it. And he did. He had to.
The moment Logan addressed her again, Emma looked upon him softly. "Yes?" She loved being called Emmy by him. It made her feel close to him, related. Her solemnly parted inside the grin as he went about describing what her son had said. "Oh, you think that's funny? Well your Daddy and I were yelling, yes, but we shouldn't have. It's not good to shout when you're angry. You should talk your problems out. You know that, though, 'cause you're a smart boy, aren't you?" She ruffled his hair, kissing the tip of his nose.
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Post by Dean on Nov 21, 2009 15:55:54 GMT -5
Logan giggled as Dean picked him up. "Yah! Sweeng!" He laughed. Dean chuckled, plopping him up on his shoulder. Logan looked around, gripping tight to his daddy's shirt. "Ollie! 'ook at me! I tall as da sky!" He laughed, reaching a hand up to try to touch the sky.
Dean smiled as he approached them. "He's a weird one." He said softly, planting Logan firmly on the swing. "Hold on tight." Logan nodded, gripping at the chains. "Go 'igh, Daddy. Go 'igh!" He laughed, as Dean started to push him.
He looked over at Emma, and then back to his son. Not knowing how long she was going to not talk to him.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 21, 2009 16:09:13 GMT -5
Not talking to him would be taking three steps backwards. It was useless; it got them nowhere. Maybe they didn't need to bitch at each other constantly, but they didn't have to pretend they were in junior high school. Of course, this might be a difficult task for Dean, so she figured she'd have to be the bigger person at some point or another.
If he would get the bug that crawled up his ass and died out.
Who was he to say she was stubborn? always going to depend on him? She supposed he deserved a little more credit, having just come back from Hell and all...but she was angry at him for doing that in the first place. Still, at least he was alive. Regret sunk into the pit of her stomach and she sighed, sitting on the swing beside Logan as Oliver climbed up on her lap, swinging gently.
Making sure she directed her thoughts toward Dean, she managed, I'm...I'm really sorry.
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Post by Dean on Nov 21, 2009 19:51:13 GMT -5
"I'm pushing you as far up as I can, Logan." He smirked, giving him another semi-half-push. 'I'm...I'm really sorry.' His head turned slightly, looking over at her. He simply shook his head. "Don't worry about it. I was being a as--jerk." He quickly covered up at the last minute with a smile.
"No harm, no foul? Or do we have to get all 'chick-flicky'?" He grinned. Logan waved his hand at his dad. "Daddy, push!" Dean chuckled, giving him another push. "I'm pushing." He told him. "I'm sorry, too. I don't mean to over hear your thoughts.. It's just like a a constant on switch, and I have yet to find the off section."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 21, 2009 19:57:39 GMT -5
Allowing a smile as he used his humor once again, Emma didn't reply straightaway. No, they didn't have to get "chick-flick-y," but making up and not covering up the wound was important to her. The longer they let it fester, the worse it would get. Keeping Oliver secure on her lap, she noticed that he had grown silent.
"I'm sorry, too. I don't mean to overhear your thoughts."
Allowing a more relaxed grin now, she nodded, shrugging one shoulder. "It's okay, I...I should know by now." Picking up his head, Oliver looked to Dean, then Logan, then Mommy. "Now if only I could read this guy's mind," she said jokingly, though it wasn't exactly a bad idea, running a hand over the blonde's hair.
Sighing, she relented once more. "I was being a jerk, too. I am stubborn."
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Post by Dean on Nov 21, 2009 20:03:23 GMT -5
"It's okay, I...I should know by now." Picking up his head, Oliver looked to Dean, then Logan, then Mommy. "Now if only I could read this guy's mind,"
Dean smiled softly, stopping the swing, and picking Logan up. "Daddy! I sweeng!" He said, as Dean sat him on his lap on the swing. "Daddy's tired. We'll swing like this for awhile, okay?" He told him, leaning his chin on his head gently. Logan sighed, pushing his chin off his head. "Kay." He smiled, looking over at Emma. "Aun Emmy, where Mo?" He asked.
"I was being a jerk, too. I am stubborn."
"Now you admit it." He smirked, pushing them along softly on the swing. "Yeah, I suppose I am too. Bull headed." He smiled. He reached over, tapping Oliver's cheek. "What's up buddy, you're bein' quiet."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 21, 2009 20:08:11 GMT -5
She was brought out of her concerned-world for Oliver by another tiny voice. "Aun Emmy, where Mo?" With a soft grin, she answered him simply, "She's with Uncle Keenie. He wanted to spend the day with her all by himself." Which would have been all right if Oliver wasn't getting so distant from her.
"Now you admit it." She sent a fake glare over at him, though she was unable to restrain the playful smirk. "I admitted I was stubborn before, but I will not admit that I'm a scared little girl who will always come to you when something is wrong, because that, Dean, is bullshit." Her eyes flickered down to Logan. "Yes, I used a bad word. I'm sorry."
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Post by Dean on Nov 21, 2009 20:17:50 GMT -5
"She's with Uncle Keenie. He wanted to spend the day with her all by himself."
Logan sucked in his lips, and nodded. "Oh." He looked up at his dad, smiling. "Ray ray at home wit mommy." He grinned, letting out a soft laugh. Dean smiled back down at him. "She sure is." He nodded, pushing them a bit higher.
"I admitted I was stubborn before, but I will not admit that I'm a scared little girl who will always come to you when something is wrong, because that, Dean, is bullshit."
Logan pointed a finger at her, his mouth wide. "Ooooh! Joo say bad word!" He sent her a smile. "I take a kees, instead of a.. Daddy?" He looked up at him, puzzled. "Quarter." He laughed. "Where did you hear that?" He asked, a smirk on his face. "Joo say eet to mommy." He grinned.
"Oh.." Well.. damn, he was caught. "Yes, I used a bad word. I'm sorry." Logan waved a hand at her. "Eet kay." He smiled. Dean gave her a look, and a soft smile before closing his eyes a moment. "So maybe I was wrong.. I was trying to piss you off as much as you pissed me off." He sighed. "Sorry for that too.."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 21, 2009 21:24:19 GMT -5
After explaining to Logan that it was wrong to say bad words, and then shooing the boys off to let them play a game of tag (which consisted of running in circles around the sandbox), Emma bit her lip, wondering how things were with Dean and Harmony. Just after he died, she had Harm had had a...frank exchange of opinions, where she was simply thankful there was no blood poured. Only whiskey. Lots of it. On top of each other. ((Eh, this doesn't actually have to happen, I just have fun picturing Emma and Harmony dumping glasses of whiskey on each other.)) Were they still separated? Or had his rebirth brought them back together? Hopefully...
"Hey," she began cheerfully, truly curious, turning to him, still sitting on the swing beside his, "how are you and Harmony?"
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Post by Dean on Nov 21, 2009 21:27:23 GMT -5
"Hey," she began cheerfully, truly curious, turning to him, still sitting on the swing beside his, "how are you and Harmony?"
He perked a brow, twisting and turning in the swing. "We're.." He smiled. "We're very good." It was the perfect moment to make her blush. "In fact, I got 'special attention' twice last night." He grinned, nodding his head.
"Well, you asked.. So I told you." He laughed, swinging higher. He turned, looking over at her. "What about you and Mr. Lawrence?" He smirked. "Are you getting you're special attention?" He snickered.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 24, 2009 20:34:34 GMT -5
Special attention? The weird-looking grin on his face made her cheeks flame, and she looked down, trying not to laugh. "That's good. At least you guys are happy together." Not that that was anything to be ashamed of, either. She had Cian had a very...active life.
Emma's wry little smirk creeped up her face and she swung gently back and forth. "Not since I had Maura," she answered, crossing her ankles. "Not allowed. I will in two months, though, and let me tell you..." She licked her lips, chuckling to herself. "I intend to get back into the swing of things."
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Post by Dean on Nov 24, 2009 20:54:29 GMT -5
"Not allowed. I will in two months, though, and let me tell you..." She licked her lips, chuckling to herself. "I intend to get back into the swing of things."
Maybe this was a little too odd. Them, talking about their sex lives. Sure, he'd run into them once before, thankfully after.. but nonetheless embarrassing. "Oookay." He gave a nod, stopping the swing and just sitting there a moment.
"I.. heard some things from some people.. about Sai." He said softly. "How's he doin'? I mean a man's gotta be messed up in the head after trying to fling himself from a building.." He shrugged, rubbing at the back of his neck.
"How's Ollie taking to Mo?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 26, 2009 12:12:00 GMT -5
"The men was messed up before he tried to fling himself off a building," she mumbled with a half-assed roll of her eyes. It wasn't fair to say that she felt bad for him, because he had broken her nose that day and said that she was the reason for all of the saddness in his life. "I don't know how he is. I haven't talk to him recently."
She realized she had been gnawing at her lip only when it began to hurt. "He's fine. A little starved for attention, I think, so we've been trying to give him some extra love nowadays." Her eyes drifted over toward her boy, still engaged in an intense game of tag.
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Post by Dean on Nov 27, 2009 16:01:32 GMT -5
"The men was messed up before he tried to fling himself off a building,"
Dean nodded softly. Of course, you'd have to be messed up in order to fling yourself from a building. If he wasn't, than that was just further case for concern, wasn't it?
"I don't know how he is. I haven't talk to him recently."
"Ah." He swallowed, nodding. His eyes trailed over to Logan, watching them play tag for a moment. "He's fine. A little starved for attention, I think, so we've been trying to give him some extra love nowadays." His head turned back, looking over at her as he swung slightly. "Extra attention? Shouldn't that be his.. fiance, or wife or something?" He asked, perking a brow.
"Never-mind." He smiled. "How's Ollie taking to Maura, now that's she's real?"
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