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cordelia ۶ that vision thing (thatvisionthing) wrote in dust_till_dawn,
@ 2009-05-31 01:39:00

who. dean and cordelia
what. date night!
when. the night of the water park thread.
where. around cleveland
locked to. dean
status. complete!

The night had started out with so much potential. Dean had called after his shift at the Doublemeat Palace (Cordelia tried to ignore the fact he was working with none other than Buffy Killjoy Summers), and had asked if she felt up to going on a date. "A real date," he'd said in that half-chuckle that made her feel like a teenager with a case of butterflies in the stomach all over again. "Are you saying our other ones haven't been real? I'm offended." Only teasing, Cordelia was almost sure that Dean could hear her smile through the phone. Apparently, he wanted to take her to a restaurant that didn't have the phrase "All You Can Eat" tagged before it. Dean might have been a ladies man, but it had been clear from the start that Cordelia wouldn't be getting the traditional flowers and chocolates, and that was just fine with her. Those things just didn't seem all that important anymore. What he lacked in finesse, Dean made up for by genuinely caring. "I'll see you at eight then."

Everything had started splendidly. Eight rolled around, and when Cordelia heard the familiar purring of the Impala's engine, a warm smile bloomed across the line of her lips. "Going out, Angel," Cordelia called over her shoulder as she made her way out the door. She made a mental note to introduce Dean and Angel soon. It wasn't that she was avoiding the meeting. They'd get along, after all. Or they wouldn't. Of that much, Cordelia wasn't exactly sure of yet. Angel was extraordinarily protective of Cordelia, and it wasn't unlike him to give her boyfriends the list of twenty questions. She couldn't blame him. Not after her stellar history with men. At least Dean didn't seem to want to impregnate her with his demon spawn. That was always a plus in Cordelia's book.

The ride to the restaurant was filled with their usual conversation, a steady stream of Metallica and Boston playing in the background. This had become normal. Comfortable. Sinking back into the well worn leather seat, Cordelia raised an eyebrow in Dean's direction. "Do you own anything but old rock, Dean? We've been dating for over a month, and I haven't heard a single song come out of your CD player that wasn't written by a stoned man with a mullet. Next time, I vote we bring my CD's and let you listen to some real music." Cordelia was only half serious. Besides, Dean would probably enjoy Imogen Heap as much as she'd enjoy Led Zeppelin. They were complete opposites, but the seemed to compliment each other well. Both of them had to grow up too fast, and both of them were fiercely loyal to the ones they loved. Sam was to Dean as Angel and Wes were to Cordelia. Their entire worlds were balanced in the hands of these people.

Beyond anything else, both of them were just trying to do some good.

Of course, Cordelia had no idea that Dean was working for a company that had done all it could to destroy her and the people she loved most. That might have changed her opinion somewhat. If nothing else, it would have made her realize that Dean wasn't the knight she was pinning him to be.

Two hours later, Cordelia and Dean were staring at the Impala. Why? Because while they were in the restaurant, someone had hit Dean's precious car, destroying the entire front bumper and the front right wheel, leaving it unable to be driven. Tonight just wasn't Dean's night. Not an hour earlier, the waitress that had been serving them had been too busy ogling Dean to realize she was about to trip over Cordelia's purse. When she had tripped, the food and drinks had all managed to somehow find their way into Dean's lap, leaving him looking like a bad piece of abstract art. "Angel's apartment is just a mile or two away from here. We can call a tow truck from there." Why not use a cellphone? Well, Cordelia's had been on the table when an entire glass of water had fried it to oblivion, and Dean's had, of course, gone dead. "Come on," Cordelia said softly, taking Dean's hand in her own and pulling him away from the wreckage of his car. Really, she was surprised he didn't cry. That thing was his pride and joy.

Half way to the apartment, Cordelia just happened to look up in time to have a large drop of rain pelt against her forehead, making her blink. "What the-" Seconds later, the rain was falling in sheets thick enough to make it nearly impossible to see a few feet ahead. "Oh, no!" Wincing, Cordelia motioned down to her brand new (courtesy of Angel's credit card) stiletto heels. "There's no way I can run in these!" Cordelia had to nearly scream to make her voice heard over the claps of thunder and the constant falling of the rain.

"Did you do something to seriously piss the fates off?!"

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slaughters
2009-05-31 04:59 am UTC (link)

Truth was? Dean was a demon trying to impregnate Cordelia with his Hellspawn.

He was just holding that card up his sleeve until after he got Cordy into bed, which would prove to be a while with Dean's new epiphany when it came to the budding relationship with the seer. For once in his life, he was as relaxed as some retarded beach bum who was toasted over what he thought he would be. He dared not think of meeting the great and powerful Angel not because he didn't want to be judged but because he was afraid of what he might start to become suspicious of. Dean was told to watch his back when it came to his girlfriend's special buddy by everyone in the firm and he didn't want to exactly stretch that any further than it actually was.

His idea of a 'real date' with Cordy was different from his idea with a 'real date' with anyone else to the point where he didn't dress up like a redneck but still sported his trademark leather coat that made him feel more confident. That made him feel more like his father in most ways as he tried to use it as a shield when it came to some of the things he had to deal with in life. He didn't think he would have to use it when it came to a date with Cordelia but he did want to make an impression. His affections, after all, did run deeper than some lay he was going to get for the week before brushing her off. It was something he couldn't see himself doing anytime soon.

Just as he couldn't see himself going on another date and trying, so hard to be a good 'boyfriend' from opening doors to not drooling over the waitress's legs that he did notice at the corner of his eye. But it was all about Cordelia even though she did have to kick him under the table when he ogled back at the young woman who seemed enamored by Cordy's own white knight. He'd blocked out the conversation of his choice in music saying he'd left the Alanis CD in his house ( that he still wanted Cordy to come see ). He didn't exactly run in fear of Cordy's music, in fact, he was looking forward to blending both of their music together under his passenger seat even though he knew his brother would think he was possessed...and as would he.

By the "end" of their date, Dean wanted to hang himself. He preferred it when he did see his other girl beaten and wanted to steal the security tapes of the parking lot so he could track down the bastard and rip him to pieces. He got no such thing and promised, silently, that he would return for her without the "other" woman. He felt dirty as he walked around stained in their dinner but he said nothing and only listened to Cordelia during the duration of them walking it. He did want to scream or tell her he couldn't go to Angel's. But he didn't want to push anything from their 'coupling'. He did like her. More than Cassie and any other female that had crossed into his life.

He was just scared for her. "Did you do something to seriously piss the fates off?!" He may just have as he looked for cover but only found the shelter of a newspaper that he held over Cordelia's head and continued looking as miserable as he did when he saw the Impala after dinner. His hair stuck down and spiked. "I have no clue. I did trip of some voodoo bitch's shoe once. She musta cursed every date I would have." Or it was just the stuff he was doing with Wolfram & Hart. If he would a superstitious man he would have been worried but he wasn't. He glanced down at her heels for a moment before shaking out his hair and moving to stand in front of her only after wrapping his leather jacket around her shoulders; bending over by the knees.

"Climb aboard!" He laughed, imagining the sight to anyone else in the world before looking over his shoulder. "Ya'know I ain't that young anymore Cordy. Hurry up before I get stuck like this and you have to give me a piggy back ride over to Angel's." He winked, smiling lighting his face. He could at least try when it came to helping her out for the most part.

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thatvisionthing
2009-06-01 04:58 pm UTC (link)

Strangely enough, this hadn't been on her list of the 'worst dates ever.' As a matter of fact, the company had made it pretty enjoyable. Dean was (basically) a gentleman, and so far, there had yet to be a boring moment shared between the two of them. There were no awkward silences, and no stumbling for the right words to say. Dean probably wouldn't classify this as a good date, considering it was his shirt and his precious car that was destroyed, but Cordelia wasn't ready to call it quits just yet.

Just as she was about to divest herself of the shoes, she watched Dean bend over at the knees. Bewilderment swept across rain-slick features, causing a single brow to pique in his direction. "What are you doing, Dean? Is something wrong with your back?" When he spoke up, Cordelia gave a small snort. "You're kidding, right? It's at least another mile to Angel's apartment."

"Ya'know I ain't that young anymore, Cordy. Hurry up before I get stuck like this and you have to give me a piggy back ride over to Angel's." She might have argued with him if he hadn't given her the same wink that she was sure he'd given dozens of others. Did it have the same effect on all of them? Of course it did. "Fine, but if I throw your back out, I don't want to hear you whining next time we go on patrol. You're going to just have to suck it up." All it took was a slight jump (no matter how begrudgingly it was) for Cordelia to situate herself on Dean's back, her legs wrapping securely around his waist. "If you drop me, you're a dead man, Winchester."

With a quick swipe of a hand, Cordelia had grabbed the newspaper out of Dean's hands, and lifted it above both of their heads to deflect most of the water from their faces. Cordelia didn't have to worry about having a grip on his shoulders, because her denim-clad legs were wrapped tight enough around his waist to probably constrict his breathing. It wasn't her fault, really. She'd always disliked heights.

"Onward, my valiant steed!" One hand thrust forward, her pointed finger extending ahead of them as if leading them on. "Come on, Dean. Don't make me put on some spurs."

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perkynipples
2009-06-05 04:30 am UTC (link)

Dean hadn't been on that many dates to even form an opinion on this date either being the worst date or just a date with some bad luck on the side of it. He ventured to guess it was the second choice just by the way Cordelia was rolling with it. Looking at him expectantly for when he would end up blowing up if one more thing happened. He guessed the rain was the last straw before he just, mentally, gave up on trying to be optimistic. At the very least they both had one thing going for them, which was the fact that everything when it came down to a personal level was going swimmingly. He'd made her laugh, she'd made him feel better when he ended up being on the bad end of some really hot food. They got the meal for free after Dean pretended to be one of those customers when the manager came out to apologize for his new choice in wardrobe.

His hair was now streaked down instead of poking up like he'd had it previously that night. He'd actually spent time getting ready to go out on their date rather than just slamming anything on and heading out the door. Cordelia deserved that much, even though he had already had another one of his 'nightmares' happen on the date which was being hit on by some man as well. The wolf whistle he got was not wanted at all but Cordelia seemed to laugh about it. He decided it was karma...again. Coming to bite him roughly on his nicely shaped ass.

A low chuckle rumbled through him at what she was saying as he continued to remain bent over. He wasn't exactly asking for her to take him right than and there. Actually, sex really had been the furthest thing on his mind this evening which was something he was pretty sure was a first for him. "Fine, but if I throw your back out, I don't want to hear you whining next time we go on patrol. You're going to just have to suck it up." He glanced over his shoulder, giving a small laugh. "Nah, you'll take care of me. I know you, Cordelia Chase. You won't leave me in pain!" He hoped she wouldn't at the very least but he didn't chock it all up to just that.

He put it up to the fact that he was pretty sure she felt the same about him. That he would take care of her when she was hurt or anything. Likewise with this as an example before gladly accepting her weight on his back and holding her denim-clad legs in his hands as she tried almost as valiantly as he did to keep the rain out of their faces. He laughed before going in the direction she told him too, letting her guide them back to Angel's place as the rain started pouring. The newspaper did nothing to save them as he continued on. His feet aching as he hummed Metallica under his breath as they continued walking, not mentioning at all that it was too much of a burden to carry Cordelia or not mentioning that he'd rather be somewhere warm and cuddled up under the blanket with his girlfriend or just asleep.

"My god...are we there yet?" He blurted out as he started up the last few steps to the door of Angel's apartment. It was meant more as a joke than anything else as he carefully set her down right in front of the door with a low 'oof'.

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thatvisionthing
2009-06-08 03:08 pm UTC (link)

"My god...are we there yet?" Cordelia gasped, and gave a particularly sharp dig of her heel into Dean's waist. "What is that supposed to mean, mister?" Since she knew that he was at least halfway joking, she didn't smack him in the back of his head. "I might not be as skinny as I used to be, but a professional demon hunter like yourself should be able to carry my ass around with no problem. Maybe you're just getting out of shape."

When her feet were once again on solid ground, Cordelia began digging into her purse to find the keys to Angel's apartment. "Okay, there are some ground rules here," she said, giving a glance over her shoulder back to Dean as she did so. "No crosses, no pointy wooden objects, and no Barry Manilow." Off of Dean's questioning look, Cordelia just gave a small shake of her head. "We finally got him to stop humming Mandy. If he ever starts again, I'll have to put a stake through his heart." Once the key found its mark in the lock, she turned completely to face Dean. "Think of Angel as the big brother that has no qualms about throwing you out of a window. Literally. If he gives you the third degree, just nod and smile." Finally, Cordelia offered a reassuring smile, patting his shoulder before she turned back to the door. "Maybe he won't even be here. Might keep you from going out a window."

Peeking her head into the darkness, Cordelia listened for any sign of Angel's presence. Not that he was ever loud, but after years of being at Angel's side, Cordelia had learned to listen for the little things - a shift of a chair, or the spring of a mattress were sometimes the only sign of his whereabouts. So far, she heard nothing. "Okay, we're clear."

Once inside, Cordelia flipped on the living room lights and moved into the open kitchen, wetting a cloth that was quickly handed to Dean. "Here," she said with something resembling a smirk. "I don't know if it'll do much good, considering we just walked through a monsoon, but it might get some of the leftovers out of your shirt." Disappearing into the bathroom, Cordelia reemerged with a pile of towels in her arms. "You can hang here until the rain decides to slow down some."

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perkynipples
2009-06-09 12:30 am UTC (link)

"I might not be as skinny as I used to be, but a professional demon hunter like yourself should be able to carry my ass around with no problem. Maybe you're just getting out of shape." He only seemed to make a 'psh' sound, shaking his head and fighting back a pained noise as he let her down before glancing back at the woman who really did have the art of capturing a man's heart down. Dean didn't give himself up for just anyone. He didn't let himself feel as though his defenses were lowered when it came to her. Cordelia knew so much about him, more than Cassie had when they had been together. When he was with anyone else he was just pretending. Just lying about who he was. With Cordelia he was who he was. He wasn't alone or afraid of being discovered. "If I'm getting out of shape...it's just because of those goddamn Doublemeat burgers from Hell." He laughed, he knew that wasn't the case. He'd been working more in Cleveland than any other place he'd been in.

He watched her as she searched for the keys, brow arching a bit as he shivered and rubbed his arms. Cordelia was warm...she wasn't freezing her ass off with his jacket draped over her shoulders and making her look honestly that much more appealing to him. He wasn't going to come out tell her anything. It was too early to even feel love for her. She was hot, yes. She was funny and amazing. When he imagined his perfect woman it was her. "Barry Manilow? Do I look like a fanilow, babe? I think not and pride myself in that my friend." He winked, smiling as he stayed behind her.

"Think of Angel as the big brother that has no qualms about throwing you out of a window. Literally. If he gives you the third degree, just nod and smile." Finally, Cordelia offered a reassuring smile, patting his shoulder before she turned back to the door. "Maybe he won't even be here. Might keep you from going out a window." His mouth dropped open, tilting his head to the side. "Well, I'd like to think I know how big brothers act usually. But...as long as he doesn't try to kick my ass we should be in the green." He chuckled, glancing at the shoulder she patted as his brow lifted up with an awkward look on his face.

He stepped inside after her, folding his arms in front of his chest as he did an once over around the place. "Isn't the guy a vamp? Can't he just smell me if we come in?" He walked around, just looking over the place even more for anything that could get him. He did it to any place he'd gone to. He laughed before moving to sit on top of counter in the kitchen, starting to clean his shirt with the wet cloth before glancing down at his shirt, sighing heavily and shaking his head with a click of his tongue. "I think we walked through most of it, jeez." He glanced down at his stained shirt before pulling his shirt over his head so he was just left sitting there in his undershirt.

He ran his hand down his face before hopping off the counter, hiding the smile on his face. "Well, my girl is busted up so I can't exactly head anywhere without being drenched." He shook his head as he looked around the kitchen. "You think we have some food that will not become my clothes?"

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