Joanna Beth Harvelle (renascence) wrote in taintedsprings_, |
She stood there as he checked her out with the camera. No movement except to cross her arms over her chest as she followed his movements with her eyes. If Dean thought she was something evil, she shouldn't let him at her back. He was dangerous from every angle, but if he came at her from the back, she'd be screwed because she wouldn't be fast enough to intercept.
When he finally took a step back from her, satisfied that she wasn't what he was looking for, she listened as he called her a what. "You know... I'm going to let that slide because you think you're dealing with some kind of creature. I'm a who, not a what. And if you're really that worried, watch." She stood there for a second, her eyes locked onto his, and spoke a single word. "Christo." She'd been the one to say it and nothing had happened. Her eyes hadn't gone black, there wasn't some wind that whipped through and knocked people off their feet.
When he asked her to give him something only she would know, she swallowed. She could only think about two instances, and both were kind of heartbreaking. But she pushed forward and spoke again. "You want something only I would know? Alright. When I was ten and you were..." She counted it out in her head, "sixteen... Sam would have been about twelve, Uncle John went out on a hunt with my Dad. Uncle John made a mistake that ended with him having to shoot my dad in the head. And on the day I died, you finally... finally kissed me."
It had been the one time she'd wished with everything in her that she hadn't told a hunter 'no' when he asked to take her to bed. It may not have meant anything to him, but it would have meant something to her. Especially since she died the next day. "Do I pass?"