Dean Winchester (cram_it_ugly) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-02-14 01:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, dean winchester |
Who: Kili and Dean Winchester
Where: Mitchell’s Pub
What: Love at first sight. Cupid Plot!
When: Valentines Day.
Rating: High-ish because Dean has a mouth
Open: Eh?
Status: Ongoing, Plot!
Dean was doing the best he could at that given moment. It seemed like in an instant everyone he had loved and cared for was gone. One second he had a complete family, hell he’d been a Grandpa, and the next it was all gone. All he had left was Cas, Claire, and Jo. And Katherine. It was hard as hell not to turn back to the she-vamp and just beg her to drain him dry. Not that she would. He was fairly sure that if he asked Katherine would tell him no. Hadn’t she said that she wouldn’t let anyone hurt him? And then there was Jo. He couldn’t really disappoint her like that. Even if he had lost both Sams, a Castiel, his niece and nephews with them. But he wasn’t the only one that lost people. It seemed like everyone had lost someone close. They were still losing people. So it was time to hide for a little while. The pub seemed the best place to do that. He had got pretty damn good at hiding in a bottle. Dean found himself a big bottle of Scotch and a glass. He was almost to the point of needing to drink out of the bottle, but he wouldn’t go there first. Now your normal man would find a corner to drown his sorrows in. Not him. No. He liked to sit in the middle, so that he could watch the exit and other corners of the bar. That’s where he planted himself, at the middle table. A bottle of Scotch, and a glass. The town was big. Bigger than any town Kíli had ever seen. And the buildings – there were houses that were as high as mountains and the paths through the city were broad and solid – nearly like stone. But it wasn’t stone. The young dwarf was sure of it. The whole town was also forgotten, much like Erebor. Today Kíli had felt adventurous. It wasn’t an uncommon feeling for him but one he had not dared to follow for the last few weeks (not as much anyway). Hunting trips were a necessity and a stroll up the mountain could hardly count as an adventure. But here he was with his bow slung across his back and his eyes wandering up to houses made for the tall folk. He had wandered for over an hour when he suddenly came across an inhibited building. Kíli glanced inside. It was spacious with plenty of tables and funny looking things on them. A lone man (one of the tall ones) sat in the middle of the room at a table. Kíli’s eyes curiously took in the whole interior. Suddenly, he felt a short pain. It was nearly as if his brother had given him a hard pinch. He rubbed the spot shortly and he glanced back inside. Maybe the man could help him. He surely looked nice – capable - and there was something about him that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. His eyes never left the man as the dwarf wandered into the pub. “Kíli, at your service,” he said with a bow in the man’s direction. His heart was hammering in his chest as he waited for a reply. |