|who do you want me to be? (live_alie) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2008-07-03 23:29:00
|Entry tags:||emily sorenson, faith lehane, future!dean winchester|
Who: Emily Sorenson, future!Dean Winchester and Faith Lehane
What: Stranger in a Strange Land
Where: New York
Warnings: Naughty language
Emily was dreaming about tornados. The dream was so vivid it was almost as if she could reach out and touch the blue cloud that tossed her about mercilessly in it's wake. It tasted faintly like licorice but the aftertaste wasn't pleasant and that was what woke Emily up out of a deep sleep. Either that or something about a giant killer spoon. She wasn't sure which.
She yawned, stretching her whole body out on the silk sheets lazily. Wait. Silk sheets? Emily popped one eyeball open and stared up at the mirror over the bed. What had she had to drink last night? She couldn't remember, but somehow she knew now she'd ended up in a slut bed. Because only slut beds have mirrors over them.
Sitting up, she looked around the room feeling her heart thump like a jackhammer in her chest. She didn't recognize a thing. Vaguely she wondered if she'd been roofied or kidnapped when she felt someone stir beside her. Her hand flew to her mouth and she stifled a surprised shriek when her companion finally opened his eyes.
She gasped loudly.
"Oh my God, DEAN?!!" She exclaimed, loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. "What did you do to me?"