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Faith Lehane ([info]rogue_slayer) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-08-09 11:30:00

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Entry tags:emily sorenson, faith lehane, future!dean winchester

Who: Faith, Dean and Emily
When: Nowish
Where: Faith's Pimp Palace
Why: Because all Faith wanted was some dinner.
Warnings: crazycave!Emily



Faith had her arms folded over her chest, standing in the main kitchen leaning against the counter. It was just another average day for one of New York's busiest madams. She took the calls, she booked them, she tried her best to keep track of who she owed and who owed her. She even had a leftover slice of pie that Mary had brought over for Emily with a few of the girls. The problem was, she had to eat it with her fingers because somehow... mysteriously every piece of silverware in the house had disappeared.

Things had been getting progressively worse over the last few days and Faith didn't really understand it. She'd seemed fine after the attack happened. In fact, she had been the one telling everyone else to shut up because she was fine. Now, if it had been Solvei or Dean saying that Faith wouldn't have bothered to believe it, but Emily wasn't like the rest of them so she believed her.

It didn't get her very far. All of the silverware was gone along with any pens, bottle openers, anything that had a sharp edge. Some of the girls had complained that she'd broken into their room and stolen razors and other things. Faith didn't know. She didn't understand what was going on. She wanted to believe that it would just work itself out until Solvei wasn't tangled up with her boyfriend and their kid or until Dean stopped being a bitch and came back home.

Unfortunately, it didn't work itself out. She realized that when she went to drag her weapons trunk out of the closet and saw that someone had tried pretty damn hard to pry the lock off of it. Yeah, Emily getting into Faith's good weapons just wasn't something that was going to happen and with a house full of other people, Faith just didn't have the time to dedicate to it. The biggest problem was that she didn't understand it and short of calling the closest Nut House she wasn't sure what else to do. Luckily, Dean was coming to deal with it.

She lit up a cigarette and stared out the window moodily as she waited for Winchester to get his ass over to the house. And people thought she was the crazy one.


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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-10 10:37 pm UTC (link)
Once Dean heard the news about Emily, he said his goodbye's to Bobby and Mira and told Jo that he had to go. They had driven to Bobby's, but now he was going to use the portkey to get back to New York. He wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but it didn't matter. If it had to do with Emily, he was pretty much there. Even if she told him to leave and not come back.

He saw Faith sitting on the windowsill and walked up the steps, opening the door and letting himself in.

"Hey."

Shutting the door behind him, he walked over to where Faith was now standing up.

"Where is she?"

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[info]rogue_slayer
2008-08-10 10:45 pm UTC (link)
"Nice to see you too." Faith said dryly as Dean walked in and cut right to the chase. It wasn't like Em was bleeding to death or something. Well, probably not. She still couldn't believe how clueless the two of them could be sometimes.

"She's in her room." She smushed the cigarette butt in the sink, listening to it hiss out before she lead the way upstairs to Emily's room. She started to open the door but was met with a lot of resistance. She swapped a look with Dean and both of them pushed against the door, or more accurately, whatever it was blockading the door.

It turned out to be a bureau.

"Hi guys!" Emily said cheerfully. A little too cheerfully as she waved to Dean and Faith from the window.

Emily's room looked like a disaster zone. She was usually so meticulous but things were piled up high in every available corner. Sheets and blankets were strewn around the room. Emily was stripping off lengths of duct tape and pressing them against the window until it was completely blacked out.

"What are you doin', Em?" Faith asked her, swapping another look with Dean.

"I'm making sure it's safe." She answered Faith as if it were the dumbest question she'd ever been asked.

"With duct tape?" Faith raised up an eyebrow in her direction.

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-10 10:54 pm UTC (link)
Once they were finally inside the room, Dean's eyes went a little wide as he looked around Emily's bedroom. He shared a look with Faith and raised his eyebrow when he finally settled on Emily. She had literally lost her mind, but it wasn't something that was surprising to him. When they were in hell, this is what she'd do. Find things and hide them in their own little hiding places, just in case something would happen and usually? It did happen. Usually though, she wasn't this cheerful. Actually, it was the complete opposite.

"It is safe," Dean tried, but Emily just shot him a look and he sighed before stepping over things that were thrown about in order to get to her. Taking off his jacket, he laid it on a chair that had things piled up on it before taking another step. She held her hand out though, stopping him and he stood there, watching her as she went back to duct taping the window.

"You missed a spot," he offered and pointed to the lower corner of the window that had the ray of the street lamp shining through.

"What's goin' on Em?"

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[info]rogue_slayer
2008-08-10 11:02 pm UTC (link)
"Oh! Thank you." Emily said, as she pulled another strip of duct tape free and plastered it across the place where Dean had indicated that she had missed a spot.

Faith walked around the room until she came to a pile of things right behind Emily's dresser. She kicked it a little bit and accidentally toppled over the pile of contents revealing all of the kitchen silverware stowed away. "Jesus." She whispered as Emily looked over mid-conversation with Dean.

Emily rushed over and started to put the pile back together again as Faith and Dean just watched her.

"Have you seen what's going on out there?" Emily asked the two of them. "It's terrible." She said as she walked over to the television set in her room and turned it on to the news station. Faith frowned as she walked closer to the TV set. It was the same old shit, different day. There were hardly ever any happy stories on the news.

Faith looked over at Dean. "Maybe I should give you guys.... a few minutes?"

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-10 11:08 pm UTC (link)
Crossing his arms, he watched what was on the tv. News. Nothing good ever comes on it, that was a given. It was the same thing every single day and it shouldn't be anything new to Em.

"Uh ..." Dean started, but then just shrugged. "Sure." THANKS FAITH. Looking back at Emily, he waited for Faith to leave the room before walking over to her. She was sitting back at the window and he leaned against the wall where there was a free space. He was worried about her, but this was different than before - the way she was when he met her. Everything was dark, but this was ... he couldn't really place it.

"Hey," he tried and crouched down so he could look up at her. Yeah, he didn't know how he was gonna get through this one.

"Talk to me, tell me what's goin' on."

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[info]live_alie
2008-08-10 11:18 pm UTC (link)
"What do you mean?" She asked him blankly, her usual tone of voice rocketing about three pitches too high. She looked down at him on the floor wondering why he was down there. It occurred to her paranoid state of mind that maybe there was reason to hide.

"Where did Faith go? She shouldn't have left. Damn!" Emily exclaimed as she grabbed Dean's hand. "C'mon." She whispered, tugging him to his feet and then quickly pulling him over to the closet.

Faith's house was large, overwhelmingly large to most and the closets were no exception. Emily had been thrilled to find out how large her walk-in closet was, and now she was just happy for the shelter. She pushed Dean inside and closed the door, turning off the light. Falling to her hands and knees on the floor she tugged him towards the closet where she already had a stockpile of weapons, canned food and first aid supplies.

She found the flashlight and turned it on, casting a dim glow over the maze of cardboard and blankets lining the closet. Her heart pounded in her chest as she pressed her back into the wall, her fingers clasping over his arm for a few moments. When no one came she released her grip on him. "We can stay here for awhile but then we have to move on." She told him.

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-10 11:27 pm UTC (link)
Once they were inside the closet, Emily reached up and switched the light off. For a second it was pitch black until she grabbed a flashlight and turned it on. Both of them pressed their backs against the wall and Emily held onto his arm for a few minutes before finally letting go. Yeah, he knew what this was. This was how they spent most of their nights. In the dark, in the hiding spot that Emily found for them until they were found out and had to move to another spot.

"I know. I remember," he said and leaned his head back.

After a few minutes, he finally spoke up. "No one is going to come for us. You know why? Because we're not in hell anymore, Em." Alright, so maybe this was a type of hell? But this wasn't hell. Nowhere near it.

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[info]live_alie
2008-08-10 11:32 pm UTC (link)
"Oh no, he's coming. He knows where to find me." Emily corrected him. She didn't know what to say about hell. Hell was always different. You could think you were stuck in a place and then everything would change completely. Like black to white and back to black again.

A long silence fell over the two of them as they sat against the wall, waiting for an attack that wasn't very likely to ever come. In Emily's mind it would happen at any moment and it paid to be prepared. Emily was prepared. The minute anything bad happened she would be in a position to protect herself. With or without him.

"You came back." She said, turning her head to look at him. It had felt like he had left, the permanency of it resonated deeply in Emily. Faith wanted her to get out. Solvei was busy with Julia and Kyle. They were all just ships lost at sea and no matter how hard she tried, Emily didn't have enough arms to anchor everyone to each other.

So she was sinking.

"It's gonna be fine now that you're back." She nodded her head at him, looking away nervously after a minute.

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-10 11:44 pm UTC (link)
He knew where to find her? Shit. Her purse. He knew that. The guy hadn't been back and Dean was pretty sure if he knew what happened to his boss, he'd be smart and just stay gone. Grabbing her flashlight, he leaned over and flashed the light on the food that was in there. He found a bag of chips, surprisingly behind all of the canned food and grabbed them. He handed her back the flashlight and opened up the bag of chips.

"Yeah ..." he said and grabbed a few chips before shoving them into his mouth. "Want some?" He asked and leaned the bag of chips over to her.

"The guy's not gonna come back, just sayin'. Think he's learned his lesson and besides, me 'n Faith are gonna take care of it," he tried to assure her. Faith already took care of the boss. Now Dean wanted to take care of the guys who 'actually' did this to Emily. "Everything's gonna be alright. I'm not goin' anywhere."

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[info]live_alie
2008-08-10 11:54 pm UTC (link)
Emily didn't like to think about Dean and Faith out there on their own. All kinds of things could happen to them, strong as they were. They were like towers to Emily, broad and unbreakable. That was, until someone took a strong enough hammer and then they crumbled. Emily was worried about them, about their souls. She wasn't sure she could keep them safe.

She ate a chip but then quickly handed the bag back to Dean. They were his chips, she brought them for him even though she had decided yesterday that he was never coming back. That somehow, things between them were irrevocably destroyed. She was never going to see him again.

Yet, here he was. Sitting beside her and she still couldn't climb out of the hole she'd dug herself. She knew he was going to leave or die, just like she knew that Bobby and Solvei and Faith and everyone else was going to share the same fate.

She blinked back a few tears and leaned her head back against the wall. "Do you ever think about your heart?" She asked him. "How do you even know it's beating?"

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-11 06:21 pm UTC (link)
Turning his head, he kept his eyes on her. He didn't know what to say to her that would make her better and for the most part, he knew he couldn't make it all better. This was just ... this. He hated it because he could always save her and now he was coming up empty.

"I'll ... I'm going to go talk to Faith." He said and put down the bag of chips. Rubbing her arm, he got her attention again before promising her, "I'll be right back."

Getting up, he made his way to the door and headed out, shutting it behind him. He found Faith in the living room and sat down on the arm of the couch.

"Yeah, I don't know about this."

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[info]rogue_slayer
2008-08-11 06:45 pm UTC (link)
Faith was sitting on the couch in the living room when Dean came in, she glanced up at him when he sat down next to her. Immediately she stood up and started to pace in front of him slightly. Dean didn't know about this and if Dean didn't know, Faith sure as hell didn't know.

"Maybe we should call somebody." She offered gently. She wasn't sure how he was gonna react to the reoccurring idea that maybe Emily needed more help than the two of them could give her. "You know, a doctor. Take her to... a hospital."

She didn't want to come right out and say the Nut House because she figured Dean was going to be a lot less likely to go along with the idea that way. He was just staring at her and so she let out a sigh and folded her arms over her chest. She felt guilty. Really fucking guilty actually and she didn't know what to do.

"I don't know, dude. You know her better than I do. Has she ever snapped like this before?" She asked him, finally pausing again in front of him.

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-11 07:47 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, how about we don't," he said and gave her a look. She didn't need a hospital, what she needed was a good nights sleep and she'd be over it. That's what he wanted to believe anyway, but the truth was? Maybe Faith was right. He couldn't save her, he didn't know what to do and Emily was gonna suffer if they didn't do something fast.

"When I met her, she was already snapped, Faith. This is just ... different."

Moving down to the couch, he sat there and Faith stood there in front of him. He rubbed the back of his head and leaned forward, thinking hard about what to do.

"When I met her, this was how she was. Always hiding. Every other night, we had to find a new spot because they'd come after us, mostly after her."

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[info]rogue_slayer
2008-08-11 08:02 pm UTC (link)
Faith listened to him and nodded slowly, already feeling guilty again for even suggesting a hospital or a doctor. How could any shrink deal with a patient who'd been to hell? It wasn't like they would even believe her if she talked to them about it.

"I'm sorry." Faith finally said, plopping down on the couch next to him heavily and staring into space a little bit. She hadn't looked at him at all. "You know, about everything. I know I screwed this up with Em. And with your brother and Sol." She nervously licked her lips, unsure as to why this moment was softening her up so much. Damn those sad Winchester eyes.

"I wanna make it better but I don't know how." She finally looked over at him, but he hadn't said anything yet which was in keeping with him so she just chewed on her lower lip again. She pulled the pack of Marlboros out of her pocket and shuffled them nervously before pulling one free.

"What do we do?" She asked, looking over at him. She didn't know if he'd have any more clue than she did. So they would call Solvei and ask her and she'd have no idea either. Then they would call Grace and so on and so forth. No. they needed to come up with some kind of solution now.

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-11 08:10 pm UTC (link)
He didn't want her to go and see anyone and he didn't really want anyone to know what was going on with Em, but he figured that was probably too late. Letting out a breath, he thought on it for a bit. Yeah, Faith was sorry. He believed it. He knew that Faith wouldn't just sit by and let something like this happen. She took care of the boss. Now he just had to find the actual fuckers that hurt her.

"Yeah, I don't know," he said and stood up as she lit a cigarette. He walked over to the kitchen and pulled a beer from the shelf before walking back. "Think I'm gonna take her to my place. Least there, the guy can't get to her. Not that he could get to her here, now ..." He said and looked at Faith. He popped open the beer and took a long swallow.

"Yeah. I'm gonna do that. She'll probably be better off." Setting the beer down, he headed back to the room and opened up the door. She was still in the closet.

Knocking softly, he leaned against the door. "Em? It's me, I'm comin' in," he whispered and opened the door.

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[info]live_alie
2008-08-11 08:31 pm UTC (link)
"Okay." Emily whispered in the dark. She'd been sitting there alone for what felt like hours but she knew it could only have been a few short minutes. It wasn't long before Dean was crawling into her makeshift cave. She had originally thought he'd settle in next to her again, just the way that they used to be when they shared a hell together. But instead he stopped right in front of her.

She just stared at him for a second unsure of why he had that look on his face. Was it time to move? Did they need to leave? "Dean?" She started as he reached out for her hand. She looked at it for a second before she slipped hers into it. His fingers closed around hers and he started to gently tug her away from her safe haven.

"Wait. Where are we going? What are you doing?" She whispered to him in the dark, as he pulled her free from the blankets and cardboard and miscellaneous stacks of things. A sliver of light turned into a lot of light, that somewhat blinded Emily as the closet door was opened. Dean took advantage of her surprise by pulling her the rest of the way out of the closet.

Faith was packing things into a duffel bag and Emily looked at her curiously. "What's going on?" She asked, as she looked back up at Dean again.

"Em, it's time for you to go." Faith said softly, almost gentle for Faith as she walked closer with the expensive luggage draped casually over her shoulder. "You can't stay here. You know that."

"Oh, it's time to move on." Emily nodded her head at the two of them. She understood. You have to stay on the move before anything can track you down and pounce.

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-11 08:42 pm UTC (link)
"Come on," he said and put his jacket back on that he had laying about on a chair before grabbing the bag that Faith was carrying. He pulled Emily along with his other hand, reaching down and clasping his hand in hers. "I'll call you later, Faith," Dean told her and looked back at Emily.

Faith walked them out to the sidewalk and he gave her another look before wrapping his arm over Emily's shoulder. A few blocks later and he was pulling out his key and letting them inside of his apartment. Once he closed the door, he dropped the bag and watched her. Looked like she was wanting to do something and Dean eyed the kitchen before looking at her again.

"Yeah, uh," he started and locked the four deadbolts that were on his door. "They aren't gonna get us. This place, this whole place? Is like our cave. Pretty cool huh?" He tried and walked over to the kitchen, guarding it in a way so she couldn't get past him.

Yeah, he really didn't want her messing with his food and forks and well, let's just say, if it's in the kitchen, it's supposed to be there.

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[info]live_alie
2008-08-11 08:49 pm UTC (link)
Emily felt nervous during the walk but the minute Dean locked all of the deadbolts she relaxed slightly. It was Dean who looked anxious, the way he was looking at her, she didn't recognize him at all. It wasn't like before. Neither befores, or any of the befores before that. It was different this time and she didn't know why.

It made her panic again but she quickly pulled herself together and looked around. Walking over to the window she pulled the curtains closed and paused for a minute before she turned back around to look at him.

"I'm not crazy. This isn't a cave." She said, her voice only slightly stronger as she tried to take a deep breath and calm down. It was hard to do, she felt really exposed in this room so she walked out of it and headed into the bathroom. She felt better in here, she decided instantly and closed the door behind her.

Climbing into the tub she drew the shower curtain closed and sat there. Ten minutes later she heard a knock on the door and glanced up when she heard Dean's voice. The door popped open and she heard him walk into the bathroom before he opened up the shower curtain and looked down at her.

She patted the tub right next to her waiting for him to climb in with her.

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-11 09:23 pm UTC (link)
Alright, so she didn't get the fact that Dean was trying to reason with her saying that the apartment was a cave. Of course it wasn't, but he was just trying to help. Guess after you've lived in a cave for hundreds of years, an apartment just doesn't compare. She closed the curtains and then disappeared to the bathroom. At least it wasn't the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, he thought of what to do, but the only thing he could come up with was just be there with her. Maybe she'd calm down? He didn't have a single clue.

Knocking on the door, he pushed the door open and walked over, opening the curtain. She patted the tub and he raised his eyebrow before taking off his coat and his boots. The next thing he knew, he was sitting across from her and she was quick to close the curtain again.

Sitting there in silence for a little bit, he leaned back and watched her.

"No one is gonna get you, Em. I'll be here. You know I won't let them get you."

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[info]live_alie
2008-08-11 09:53 pm UTC (link)
It wasn't really all that comfortable in the tub, but Emily leaned back against the porcelain and tried to make the best of it. At least they were enclosed now. It was much darker in here and Emily felt a little bit safer. They wouldn't be able to stretch out much but they'd had worse.

"I know." She told him, as she stopped fiddling with her fingernails and looked back up at him. "It's still better if we stay in here." She smiled at him slightly. It wasn't like he could protect her forever, not even that she wanted him to. She wanted to protect them, she just wasn't sure how to.

The shower curtain was a good start.

"I was watching on the news today. You know there's this guy... he has a hook. You know what he's been doing to people?" Emily asked him smartly. "It's bad out there."

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-11 10:08 pm UTC (link)
He just nodded and leaned his head back against the wall. He knew that no matter what, he'd be in there all night if she didn't want to get out. He wasn't leaving her. He listened to her talk on and on about the news and yeah, things were bad out there. He rarely watched the news, unless the news counted as Extra or The Soup. Yeah, so he was a closet gossip junkie, but come on, Joel McHale? Awesome dude.

Getting up, he stepped out of the tub and put his hand on her shoulder, "Lean over and scoot," he told her and she complied. He stepped back in and sat down behind her and it was only a second until she pressed herself back against him and he leaned his head back on the end of the tub.

"You can't help what happens, Em. Shit happens, but I promise you, nothing like that will ever happen to you. Again." He reached up and played with her hair a little before he finally stopped and propped his hand on the side of the tub. It killed him seeing her like this.

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[info]live_alie
2008-08-11 10:17 pm UTC (link)
"Mmmm." She murmered as she leaned up against him. His fingers in her hair were soothing but not as much as his voice. She went so long without speaking, only screaming. She forgot what the sound of her own voice was like until he came along and reminded her.

Closing her eyes she let out a breath she'd been holding in, finally feeling herself relax as her heart rate returned to it's normal measured beat.


The next thing Emily knew she had a ray of light shining right in her eyes. She tried to squeeze her eyes tighter but the shadows wouldn't return. She blinked her eyes open to see the light was coming from outside, bursting in a thin stream underneath the blinds from the window and through the shower curtain.

It was morning. And she was.... she was sleeping in a bathtub. She opened her eyes more and realized she was pressed up against someone else. She knew who, she'd slept here before. Somehow it seemed different now though.

He stirred underneath her and she stiffened up slightly. "Morning." She said to him quickly, as she picked herself up. Her legs were tired and stiff from sleeping in the bathtub and she gingerly stepped out before heading to the kitchen to make coffee.

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-11 10:26 pm UTC (link)
"Hmm," he shifted and moved around a little bit when she got up. It was pretty much the first time he actually moved all night. Wasn't sure when he actually fell asleep, but he knew she knocked out before him. Must have been something he said. Rubbing the back of his head, he sat up a little and watched her go before finally lifting himself out of the tub. He turned on the sink and splashed some water on his face. Frowning, he looked toward the door when he heard her in the kitchen. He turned off the sink and headed out to where she was.

The thought of her grabbing all of his silverware and blender crossed his mind. Not the blender. He liked the blender. And the toaster. Actually, he liked everything that went in the kitchen and he was about to put the smackdown on that whole situation until he saw her ... making coffee.

Walking up, he leaned against the counter and watched her.

"How are you feelin'?" He asked and looked around. Nothing was missing. Everything was in its place and she was ... making coffee. He was confused.

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[info]live_alie
2008-08-11 10:32 pm UTC (link)
"Better." She said, after she considered his question for a minute. "A little less crazy than yesterday." She frowned. "Or the day before." If she wanted to be completely honest with herself she was still almost just as bad. She had to work hard to deny the urge to start hoarding things and building dark little caves to hide in. Jesus, she spent the night in the bathtub.

With Dean. She glanced over at him again and met his eyes for a quick second before she looked away. Now that things were a little more.... clear. Now that she felt a little bit better, things were going back to their old awkward ways. She remembered what Bobby had told her, what Julia had told her.

"Thanks. For coming to get me." She told him before quickly turning her eyes back to the coffee pot and the task at hand. She still felt a little exposed and so she pulled the blinds down so the kitchen plummeted into artificial lighting.

She poured two cups of coffee and pushed one in front of him as she brought her own cup to the other side of the counter and sad down, looking anywhere but right at him.

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-11 10:40 pm UTC (link)
He felt relieved. She was better. Except, how could she be? How could it just turn off like that? He was skeptical about it all, but if she said she was better, than she was better. Now Faith could take that 'sending her to the loony bin' thing back. Because Emily wasn't going there. Even if that was probably the best thing for her from her actions last night.

She kept on looking at him like she had something to say, but the words never came out. Instead of asking her, he let it go. She had a long night, whatever it was, it didn't matter. Unless it was about her, then it did matter. Either way, he wasn't going to press the situation.

"Thanks," he said and took his cup of coffee when she pushed it in front of him.

"So, I figure you'll just stay here a few days. Think it'll be better than you stayin' at Faith's." He tried to meet her eyes, but she didn't look at him and he was getting annoyed by it.

"Unless you wanna go somewhere else, besides Faith's." He wasn't stupid, he remembered what she said. Go and don't come back.

Still stung.

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[info]live_alie
2008-08-11 10:52 pm UTC (link)
She raised her eyes up slightly to meet his. Somewhere else as in Bruce's? She wanted to ask him but she didn't dare. It wasn't that important right now and God, what was she gonna do about Bruce? She spared him a thought or two, remembering that she had promised to call and how she just... hadn't.

"Here is fine. I don't want to you know... get in your way though or anything." She added in, looking at him. By getting in his way she mostly meant getting in the way of his sex life. She knew it would be a buzzkill having the crazy girl around the apartment. Living with your roommate from hell.

Again.

She was tapping her foot on the floor nervously, chewing on her lower lip so hard that she tasted blood. She quickly tried to cover it up by taking another sip of her coffee.

"You don't mind if I just put some tape on the windows, do you?"

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-11 10:58 pm UTC (link)
"Then fine," he told her and took another sip of his coffee before finally putting the mug down and walking over so he could look in the fridge. There wasn't a lot in there. Actually, there was nothing. He was living on takeout and whatever they had at the bar. Least at Bobby's he got some type of meal. Shutting the door, his eyes ran over the height of her body and he watched her foot as it tapped against the floor.

"Yes," he said and walked up beside her. "I do mind. You wanna go hide, get back in your tub," he said a little rudely and wanted to take it back. With a sigh, he moved across from her, where he was before.

"You're goin' to be okay, Em. I mean, come on, you're ... doin' good and it was only five minutes until you brought up windows and tape. Let's see if we can go for ten."

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[info]live_alie
2008-08-11 11:11 pm UTC (link)
"I'm sure I'll be fine." She said numbly, her tongue feeling heavy in her mouth even as she said it. She met his eyes and everything that time just to give it that little bit of extra emphasis to make it believable.

"I guess we're ordering for breakfast." She said to him, taking a deep breath and pulling the menus off of the top of the fridge where he kept them. She tossed them down on the counter right near him.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." There. That should give him his ten minutes. It would take her at least that long to take a shower and what do you know, you shower in the tub. Emily raised an eyebrow at the thought and headed down the hall with the bag that Faith had packed for her. Faith packed it so Emily was a little afraid to see what could be inside of it.

She took her shower in peace and even stopped afterwards to brush her hair and put on lip gloss which was an improvement over the last few days.

Once dressed she went back into the kitchen to see that breakfast was already waiting on her.

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-11 11:17 pm UTC (link)
He watched her go and laid his head on the counter. What the fuck was he going to do? After a minute, he picked up the menu and called in an order of pancakes and sausage. It wasn't long until it was sitting on top of the table and he was waiting on her. He finally sat down on the couch and turned on the tv and that was where she found him when she got out of the bathroom. Getting up, he walked back over to the table and refilled her mug of coffee and set it on the table.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright?" He said honestly and watched her face. The truth was, he didn't want to lose her, not like this and maybe he was being a little selfish because of what he actually felt for her, but before all of that, they were friends. In this world, he really had no one besides her and Faith.

He sat down and for once, he didn't feel like eating, but he was relieved a little when she picked up her fork and poked around the plate.

"I need you here with me, Emily. Here."

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[info]live_alie
2008-08-12 07:26 am UTC (link)
She looked up at him, surprised by his apology. Her eyes followed him as he sat down at the table next to her but didn't touch his breakfast. Emily was midway through forking some scrambled eggs but she'd stopped to look at him after he had apologized. Dean didn't really apologize very much.

Emily blinked at him, startled when he gave her a serious look and told her that he needed her there. That he needed her anywhere. She was still flushed, startled as she looked down at her breakfast plate and then around the room again before turning to look back at Dean.

"Well, here I am." She said blankly, with a shrug. "I wasn't planning on going anywhere."

He looked frustrated and it frustrated her, she wasn't sure what to do for him right now. "What?" She asked him curiously.

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-12 12:49 pm UTC (link)
Course she was here. Physically. Letting out a breath, he forked around the eggs that were on his plate before picking up his coffee and taking another sip of it. He wondered if he was doing the wrong thing by having her stay with him. But then he figured he'd rather have her stay with him than with Bruce, so he didn't bring it up. Looking over at her, he raised his eyebrow.

"Didn't say anything."

Getting up, he grabbed his plate and ate a few bites off of it before setting it on the counter.

"Gonna go take a shower, you'll be alright?" He asked her and grabbed a pair of jeans and a t shirt from his room.

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[info]live_alie
2008-08-12 12:59 pm UTC (link)
She nodded at him and watched him leave before turning her full attention back to breakfast. Once breakfast was gone and she'd managed to drink half a cup of coffee, she began hunting around in his kitchen. He had lots of sharp, shiny things in the drawers. All kinds of bottle openers and utensils. Weapons. Tools. Things that should be hidden away and kept for later.

She pulled herself away from the utensils and instead grabbed a role of packing tape. It was yellow instead of black like duct tape but it would do. She pulled a long strip of it free and pressed it to the large bay window in the kitchen. Her fingers worked the air bubbles free as she pressed the tape down in long strips.

Once she was finished taping up that window she went for the living room windows, until they were completely blacked out with tape. After she was done, she brushed her hands off on her pants and curled up on the couch, a magazine (about guns) on her lap. It wasn't her usual preference but she liked guns alright and so she was flipping through it when Dean walked back out.

He glanced at the windows and back down to Emily who was giving him an innocent look.

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-12 01:13 pm UTC (link)
Walking out of the bathroom, he headed toward the kitchen to get himself a drink and noticed the tape over the windows. He should have known. He was tempted to take off the tape, but instead he just looked over at Emily who was trying to be innocent. She had that look on her face. Giving a half way smile, he licked his top lip and grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked over to the couch. The living room was dim and he was surprised she didn't do the living room windows. The curtains were closed though, so maybe she stopped herself? He didn't know. Either way, he sat down next to her and put his feet up, getting himself comfortable. He wasn't going to work today, which really, it wasn't a big surprise.

"See anything you like?" He asked, noticing she was reading Guns and Ammo Magazine. Faith liked to use her hands, which he noticed that was what usually all Slayers preferred, but Emily liked to use guns and she was damned good.

Reaching over, he grabbed the remote and turned the tv on. He was lucky because whatever dude was living in the apartment before had more than just basic cable. Lots of movies channels.

The magazine was out of her hands and back on the table and Dean reached over and turned off the table lamp.

"Feel like a movie?"

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[info]live_alie
2008-08-12 01:58 pm UTC (link)
"Lots." She smiled softly over at him when he asked her if there was anything she liked. This was more of a Dean book, the guns were bigger and more for hunting. Emily liked small guns, something that could slip easily into her purse and that didn't weigh a ton or kick back more than she could handle. She set the magazine back on the table just as he suggested a movie.

She smiled and nodded at him as he sat down on the couch next to her and grabbed the clicker turning the television on. "No Wayne's World this time." She asked him because how many times had he made her sit through that movie? She'd thought it was mildly entertaining the first two times. After that? It got a little old.

Finally he settled on Face Off with Nicholas Cage. Emily shrugged. She wasn't much into action films but at least in the end Nicholas Cage gets the boy and it's sweet. She liked the ending. He turned the volume up and put the remote back down on the coffee table.

Emily curled her legs up underneath herself and leaned into him, adjusting only a little bit when he lifted his arm up so she could fold more comfortably into his side.

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[info]donttouchthecar
2008-08-12 02:23 pm UTC (link)
He switched through a few channels before they finally decided on Face/Off. The movie was about fifteen minutes already in and he settled back on the couch, tossing the remote to the side. He glanced over at Emily as she moved in closer and he shifted, lifting his arm up and over, cradling her next to him. Yeah, the movie kinda sucked in a way because the kid died in the beginning, but he didn't change it. It was a while since he'd seen a Nic Cage film, even though twinkle toes kinda stole the show being the big villain.

"You better pull the trigger, cause I don't give a fuck," he said along with Castor Troy and started playing with Emily's hair. "Man, this dude is crazy." He knew that Emily didn't like these type of movies and it would only be a click away so they could watch The Wedding Singer. He didn't care what anyone said. Adam Sandler was a badass.

"Hey," he nudged her a little and shifted and it wasn't long until her head was in his lap. He held his hands up, looking her over and she was still awake, surprisingly, she was just laying down on him. With a sigh, he leaned back again and his hand rested on her hip while the other hand played with her hair. Things were so complicated and he wanted to tell her so much, but it wasn't the time. Obviously. The girl was just somewhere else. And maybe it wasn't his place anymore.

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[info]live_alie
2008-08-12 03:26 pm UTC (link)
"Hmm?" She looked up at him for a second as he shifted and adjusted until her head was laying on his thigh. Her hand came up to rest right in front of her face as she watched the television screen. She was already getting a little bit bored but Dean was obviously getting really into the movie so she didn't bother saying anything.

Closing her eyes she leaned back against him and took a deep breath. The couch was about ten times more comfortable than the bathtub and it was easy to fall asleep again.

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