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Entry tags: | !day 15, dean winchester, sam winchester |
Who: Sam & Dean Winchester
What: Ghosts of Winchester past
When: Day 15, Early morning
Where: Sam's apartment
Warnings: Language and angst, it's these two after all
Status: Complete
He never woke up thinking that things were alright. Dean wasn't the sort of man that ever thought things were ever really "alright". In the life that he led, it just wasn't in the cards. It wasn't something that he'd ever really had. A normal life. It was a myth, after all. Even when he tried desperately to hold onto that myth for a little while, it ended up fizzling out. So, when he opened his eyes that morning, he didn't think things would be alright. He didn't, however, think that he'd open them up to see Charlie sitting there on the edge of his bed just staring at him.
"Ah, holy shit!," he cried out, scrambling back against the headboard of the bed in surprise.
She just stared at him with wide eyes. "Well, gee, hello to you too, Dean. Now, uh, last I checked, I was dead, so uh, can you tell me where the heck I am?"
"Ch-Charlie?," he blinked, unable to really form anything more coherent than that. There was no possible way that she was really there. She was dead She was dead because of them and yet... there she was, plain as the nose on his face. He swallowed.
"Yeah, Dean, that'd be me. Now, you gonna just stare at me like a wide-eyed baby or are you gonna tell me what's going on?," she asked.
He didn't answer, he just got out of the bed, didn't bother throwing on anything and made his way for the door.
Charlie arched a brow and tilted her head. "You know, I have to say I can admit you have a nice bum," she murmured. "For a guy's. Who's sorta like my brother. Ew, God. What am I saying? Are you just going to leave in your boxers, really? Aren't you cold?" She got up and wandered after him.
Dean just continued on his path to the door, opening it and heading out. He was losing his goddamn mind, that was all there was to it. He ignored her the rest of the way to Sam's room, even ignored her while they were standing there waiting.
"Never pictured you would be an apartment type," she commented, glancing around the door. "Who lives in this one?," she asked. He didn't respond. She groaned loudly. "You're really going to give me the silent treatment, Dean? Come on. Talk to me. Pretty please?"