Who: Sally Blevins & Dean Winchester When: October 22th, around 12 AM Where: Dean's room What: Sally is reuniting with Dean since her re-arrival to Freedom Town Rating: G, for now (SUBJECT TO CHANGE, it is Dean) Status: Incomplete, CLOSED
Sally had never felt so nervous in her entire existence, her heart was racing, hands sweaty and shaking, breathing all rapid and short. She had disappeared for months, got more comfortable with herself and even began a better fighter. Being pushed back into that world of hate and discord was nothing to her, but this.. this is what caused her nerves to revert back to their old timid ways.
Her blue eyes gazed hard at the door before her, any harder and a hole would start to burn right through it. Behind it, was her friend. One she had not been completely honest with, something she regretted every day. Could anyone blame her? The way Dean looked at her, like she was not a sideshow attraction, was enough to make her never want to come clean about what she was. However, if the two were going to friends, real friends, she needed to be honest with him. Deadpool and Logan had shared their remarks and how things were different here, that he would be alright with her in any form. Though her mutation was not disfiguring or scary, it was still something that caused her to go into hiding so long ago; it was something that she felt insecure about. Learning to understand it and herself while gone still did not change the fact that she needed to come clean to a friend, she had kept something major about herself from Dean and it was something is wanted to change. He would either accept her or be scared of her and though she hoped for the best she always prepared for the worst.
The petite mutant woman took a deep, shaky breath as she tried to compose herself. The conversation had played out in her head multiple times and Skids had tried to be realistic, there was only one way to know for sure. Sally had to talk to him, plus there were plenty of other things to discuss with him before getting into the tougher topic or her being a mutant. That would help with her nerves and hopefully make a smooth transition.
Her hand balled into a fist and her knuckles gently tapped on the door three times. Her hands quickly went back down to her clothes, adjusting her shirt and hair. She cleared her throat and took another deep breath, trying not to look nervous.