cheerleader: (don't mind me)
chrissy cunningham ([personal profile] cheerleader) wrote in [personal profile] likedillinger 2010-04-06 04:33 am (UTC)

"You're a wordsmith, Dean." She laughed a little, although she wasn't all that amused by the fact he had died at all. She knew that it was always a risk, with the job he had. There was always a chance that he could die and not come back, but the fact hadn't ever really been a fear, not until this point. Now she was afraid of him leaving the city, she was terrified that this was going to be her last time to see him. What if this was her last moment with him? She wanted to make it memorable, and make it last. So she forced a laugh and a smile, and she opened a beer despite the fact she hated the taste.

It wasn't ever fully about her, anyways, she wanted to make him feel at peace. And if drinking something that tasted like bitter nastiness made him happy, then she'd drink for however long it took to get him to smile. She sat down on the bed, pulling her legs up so she could sit cross legged. The beer was sniffed a bit before she took her first long drink, and she really couldn't prevent the way her face wrinkled up and she shivered as she swallowed it down.

"I'm going to have to make you start buying some soda, too." She paused, realizing a little too late how that sounded. "Uh...I mean, so you can have something relatively decent to drink, not because I'm going to be around all the time or anything." Although she would be if he asked her to.

Embarrassed, she just put the bottle into her mouth and drank, chugging down half of the contents just so she could prevent herself from talking any further. She finally had him not angry at her over demons or annoyed at her for revealing her feelings, she wasn't going to waste that fact by saying stupid things.

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