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:: wax on, wax off :: ([info]skeeballfanatic) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2009-11-22 20:07:00

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Entry tags:!closed, dean winchester, god

WHO: Dean Winchester and God
WHAT: Meeting, talking, and eating pie.
WHEN: Not long after this.
WHERE: The Pie Hole
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

God took her time getting to her meeting with Dean. As was per usual, she had several reasons for this. The first was the fact that she was quite enjoying her walk in the snow and saw no reason to hurry along. The second - and perhaps even more important than what she wanted - was the fact that she was waiting for Dean to get there first. After all, it wouldn't be very good if she were to arrive before him. Meetings that involved making the Lord wait tended to not end very well. Oftentimes she wound up in a cranky mood as a result.

So she meandered along. Helped a gentleman with some packages he'd dropped. Watched from a street corner as a pair of children crossed the increasingly dangerous traffic. She even took the long way from the apartment she was staying in, to the place she was meant to meet one of her chosen ones.

And finally, when she knew Dean was there and settled, God made her appearance.

There wasn't any fanfare to go with her arrival, of course. Instead she simply stepped inside, flakes of snow falling silently from the edges of her long, flowing skirt as she wiped her flip-flop covered feet on the welcome mat at the front door. She received an odd look or two from those who noticed that she was, indeed, wearing summer shoes in what was obvious winter weather, but she simply smiled at them benignly before her gaze landed across the restaurant on the man she was there to meet. With a waggle of her fingers in his direction, God made her way toward him - although not before reaching out to steady a plate that was about to fall from a nearby table courtesy of a rambunctious child.

The mother murmured her thanks and God simply smiled and gave a nod in response, patting the child lovingly on top of the head as she went by. She was fairly certain only the mother, and maybe Dean, would realize that the little boy had quite suddenly settled down. And she was equally certain that only Dean - were he to notice the change in the boy's behavior - would know the reason as to why.



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[info]righteousman
2009-11-24 10:46 am UTC (link)
Dean got to the Pie Hole, and took a seat, waiting for God to arrive. A pretty waitress came over and asked if he'd liked to order, and he shook his head, saying he was waiting for someone. Any other day, he definitely would have tried his hand at flirting with the girl, Chuck, but it seemed wrong to do so while waiting for God to show up. Like he was going to get a disapproving lecture or a swat with a newspaper. Yeah...that would be awkward, to say the least.

He saw her come in and returned the wave with a smile. He noticed what she did with the child, because he'd spent his life noticing strange things, but he doubted anyone else would have. That was a pretty neat skill, he had to say, and when she sat down across from him, he grinned. "Hey there, Lady," he said, slouching in the booth. "Nice seeing you." Because what could a guy say to the Lord? Especially when the Lord was a hot chick.

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[info]skeeballfanatic
2009-11-26 06:14 am UTC (link)
God smiled brightly as she took her seat across from Dean, pulling her PDA from the pocket of the jacket she wore as she did so. Speaking directly to him would cause both him, and the other patrons present, instant death so clearly that was out. Which simply left the PDA as her main form of communication.

She didn't bother typing her reply to him, though. Honestly, God rarely actually typed anything on the PDA. She simply willed whatever words she wanted to appear. It was easier, and saved time in conversations such as this one.

So almost as soon as her PDA was in her hand, she slid it across the table to him. The words appeared upon the screen as she pulled her hand away, the smile still present on her face.

It's nice to see you as well, Dean. If you want to try your luck flirting with the waitress, don't let Me stop you.

Not that he'd get very far, flirting with Chuck, but God didn't want her presence to keep Dean from being himself. And part of what made Dean who he was, was his flirtatious nature.

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[info]righteousman
2009-12-04 07:37 pm UTC (link)
Dean grinned and shook his head. "I'm in here all the time," he said, "she's totally taken. Besides, present company is prettier." It hadn't stopped him from flirting with her any other time, but he figured she was probably sick of it by now. And God was a lot prettier, even if he knew that there would never be anything more than joking flirtation. Because it was God.

Chuck came over and smiled at them. "Hi," she said cheerfully, "I'm Chuck and I'll be your waitress. What can I get the two of you today? Our specials today are triple berry pie, dutch apple pie, key lime pie, and strawberry cup-pie."

Dean grinned at Chuck. "Hey Chuck," he said easily. "Always nice to see your pretty face, sweetheart." He paused a moment to consider. "I'll get the dutch apple, a la mode."

Charlotte laughed, blushing slightly and rolling her eyes. She was used to Dean by now. "Nice to see you too, Dean," she said writing down his order and looking over to God. "And you, miss?"

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