Characters: Lisa Braeden and Dean Winchester notabrokenshell Setting: In the garden Content: Nothing bad. Summary: Dean is probably going to spill the beans. Rating: Pg-13 Status: Incomplete/ Closed
Pulling her jean jacket tighter around herself, the raven haired woman made her way to the back of the garden to wait for Dean. She had felt a familiarity off him the moment he answered her journal post, but that was all. There was no specific memory of him, just a familiarity about Dean that she could place anywhere in her past. Had they been friends? More? He was gorgeous, definitely her type back in her days before mothering Ben became her number one priority, but she didn't remember and she wished she did. It would have been nice to have a familiar face in this place.
She came to the farthest spot in the garden and leaned a shoulder against the rough part of the tree, gaze trained on the direction where she was sure he would come from. True, there was a familiarity about him, but that didn't mean anything. People passed each other on the street all the time; it didn't make them friends automatically or trustworthy for that matter. Folding her arms upon her chest, she took a deep breath and waited. She felt like this moment was going to change everything she had ever known. She didn't understand why or how, but she felt it, like she felt something from Dean.