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who do you want me to be? (live_alie) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-07-05 22:28:00

Entry tags:

emily sorenson, future!dean winchester

Who: Emily Sorenson and future!Dean Winchester
What: Checking in
Where: Dean's bar
When: Yesterday
Warnings: Probable severe stupidity.

Emily was a bleeding heart.

It was something that her closest friends had complained about for years. Dean, Sol and Faith had the tendency to run the opposite way and so Emily just chalked this up to making up for how emotionally stunted the three of them were. Someone had to be on Sam's side after all.

Faith yelled at her to leave it alone, to stay out of their business but after talking to Dean, Emily couldn't leave it alone. She had to get involved because none of it made any sense to her. There was a very simple way in which the world works and it was all built on love. Dean and Solvei loved each other and that was the only information Emily needed.

She was planning on giving Solvei a piece of her mind later but for now she was going to go over to Dean's bar and smack him in the back of the head until he stopped moping.

Walking into the bar she set a cupcake down in front of him before giving him a look.

"You're not gonna really stab me, are you?"

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donttouchthecar
2008-07-06 06:23 am UTC (link)

"Here," he tossed the keys to her and laughed a little. "I don't even know what key locks and really? I don't give a fuck. This place can burn down for all I care," he said through hooded eyes. He was blitzed out drunk and he didn't know which was up and which way was down. He hadn't been like this in a long while. Holding onto the wall, he steadied himself before reaching over to grab the remote, stumbling again, he held onto the bar while he hit a bunch of buttons, but eventually the music turned off.

"Let's blow," He muttered and headed for the door. Holding to her shoulder, he walked out onto the sidewalk and felt the cool wind on his face. Shaking his head, he turned and watched her while she locked up.

Pulling out his ID card, he handed it to her.

"Get me there."

What felt like an eternity, but only was about ten minutes, Dean stumbled inside of his small, but comfortable new apartment. Holding onto Emily, she led the way to his bedroom and once he saw the bed, he plopped down on it.

"Emily ..." he whispered, and leaned against her when she sat down on the bed next to him. Watching her, he turned his head, but fell over when she leaned down to take off his boots. "Damnit." Pushing himself back up, she finally helped him up and he sat there and just looked at her while she unbuttoned his shirt, but closed his eyes. His eyelids were so heavy. Falling over again, he leaned against her until finally, she pushed him back and he laid on his back above the blankets.

"Emily," he whispered again and she moved over toward him. Reaching out, he pulled her toward him a little and he turned his head in her direction.

"This never happened... I ... didn't do this, okay? I don't ... want her knowing anything."

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live_alie
2008-07-06 06:30 am UTC (link)

Emily didn't know how she managed to half carry Dean's weight down the block and up to his apartment but she breathed in a sigh of relief when he finally plopped down on his bed. She managed to untie his boots and pull them off but she drew the line at undressing him so she only unbuttoned his shirt as he basically fell over.

She leaned over to pull the blanket up over him when he grabbed her by her wrist. "Don't worry." She promised him as he let go and she pulled the blanket over him and patted him on the shoulder a little. "Your secret is safe with me." She promised him.

Walking into his kitchen she poured him a glass of water and walked back into the bedroom to set it down on the nightstand. By then, the sound of his gentle snoring had already begun to fill up the room.

She sighed and pressed her mouth into a firm line again, watching him for a minute. She sure hoped that tomorrow things would look a little brighter and either way she planned on masterminding this whole situation away. Tomorrow she planned on talking to Solvei.

"Goodnight, Dean." She said to him, turning off the light and heading out of his apartment.

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