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Tweak says, "What makes a man turn neutral?"

Dean Winchester (doubleup) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-07-27 16:17:00

Entry tags:

bree dennison, dean winchester

Who: Dean Winchester and Bree Dennison.
What: Hanging out at the park.
When: This afternoon.
Warnings: Nope! Zero!

Dean was actually pretty excited to give Bree her gift. He'd put some thought into what a girl her age would like reading, then remembered she was way smarter than girls her age and got her a book that any rad person would like reading, one about all the bugs in Australia. There were glossy illustrations in the pages as well of huge fangs and hairy creatures, and he hoped she'd like it. He'd even had it gift-wrapped.

He was slouched on a park bench, waiting for her parents to drop her off, trying invent new words for his usual cusses.

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	doubleup 2008-07-28 11:46 am UTC (link)
	Dean blinked and sat up straighter. She hadn't been kidding about seeing ghosts. Out of habit, he always had a gun on him, but he really didn't want to fire it in public. "C'mon, let's take a walk." He stood up and held out his hand to her, hoping that her little friend wouldn't follow. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

breehyhinny
2008-07-28 01:07 pm UTC (link)

She didn't look that scared, really. The ghost wasn't angry or violent. Bree just didn't like them coming to her in public. She was a little self-conscious about people seeing her when she saw ghosts. They usually were pretty creeped out by it, and sometimes they avoided her after that. Dean wasn't like that, though.

She stood up, reaching for his hand and looking back at the spot. Holding onto Dean, she let herself be led a little before tugging on his arm. "She wants you to help her."

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doubleup
2008-07-28 03:03 pm UTC (link)

Dean squeezed her hand in a reassuring way until the tug on his arm. "She - well, you're a regular Ghost Whisperer, aren't you?" He was glad for the pistol tucked into the waistband of his jeans, just in case. "Do you know what she wants?" He looked up and offered a sheepish grin toward where he thought the ghost might be. "I - uh. Can't really see you just yet. Sorry."

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breehyhinny
2008-07-28 08:20 pm UTC (link)

"I don't think he does that anymore," she whispered to the ghost, looking a little worried. They had left her alone for a while. Maybe she had been too distracted with her own life. She looked up at Dean. "There was somebody bad," she said, the tone of her voice noticeably more child-like than usual. "They hurt her." She pouted, reaching her arms up to Dean in a gesture asking to be picked up.

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	doubleup 2008-07-28 08:36 pm UTC (link)
	Dean winced at Bree's description. That wasn't something any kid should have to be subjected to, and nothing Bree should have to hear. He picked her up and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to his chest. Moving back over to the bench, he looked at the ghost - or at least where he thought it would be. "Is the person who hurt you still a ghost like you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	breehyhinny 2008-07-28 09:21 pm UTC (link)
	Bree shook her head, resting her chin against Dean's shoulder. "No.. She's not a ghost. She's a mean old lady. She's awful." Bree squirmed in Dean's arms. Then her eyes seemed to return to normal and she went a little limp. Her voice was more familiar now. "She's gone." She took a deep breath, suddenly tired. "You have to stop her. She'll do it again." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	doubleup 2008-07-28 09:40 pm UTC (link)
	Dean pet Bree's hair in what he hoped was a reassuring way. "Do you know anything else about the old lady? When she comes out, what she looks like?" His mind was racing, trying to think of spirits or demons or anything else that looked like old ladies and preyed on kids. Sadly, he could think of a lot. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	breehyhinny 2008-07-28 10:08 pm UTC (link)
	Bree shook her head. She couldn't get a lot from the ghost's description. "Old. And um... ugly." It wasn't nice to call people ugly, but this lady really fit the bill. "And she flew." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	doubleup 2008-07-28 11:13 pm UTC (link)
	Dean squeezed her a little. Flying narrowed things down. "I'm gonna have to read some books and stuff. Research, make sure I know what it is and how to fight it. But I promise I'll get her, okay?" It was girls like Bree that made the job what it was. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	breehyhinny 2008-07-29 06:08 am UTC (link)
	Bree nodded. "Can I help with the research?" she asked, trying to hold back a yawn. "I've read scary stuff before." She felt like she almost knew what it was. She shifted to rest her cheek on Dean's shoulder. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	doubleup 2008-07-29 06:59 pm UTC (link)
	Dean found himself idly stroking her hair, debating her question. It reminded him too much of Sam asking the same thing when he'd been about thirteen or fourteen, and it made his heart ache in his chest. "You can, but ... I kind of don't want you to. This scary stuff I'm gonna read - a lot of it's real. And you deserve to be a kid, you know?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

breehyhinny
2008-07-30 06:55 am UTC (link)

Bree frowned a little. She didn't like it, and she'd still argue a little. But if he told her not to, she wouldn't try to sneak along or anything. Dean wasn't the sort to say 'No' just because. He had a reason, and even if she wouldn't get in trouble, she didn't want to upset him.

"I've seen scary stuff, though," she pointed out. "And I'd be able to recogni--" she was interrupted by a yawn she couldn't hold back. "--ize her if you found pictures." She was mumbling by the end of it, nuzzled against his shoulder.

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	doubleup 2008-07-30 11:44 am UTC (link)
	"How 'bout this. I'll do the long boring narrowing it down part, and when I get some prime suspects, I'll run 'em by you." He chuckled when she yawned and went to sit back down on the bench. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	breehyhinny 2008-07-30 02:02 pm UTC (link)
	"Okay," Bree murmured, her eyes starting to close. She shifted a little when he sat down, climbing onto his lap and leaning on his shoulder. Her breathing slowed and she faded off to sleep. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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