Derpy Hooves doesn't know what went wrong. (what_went_wrong) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-15 23:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, dean winchester, derpy hooves |
Who: Derpy Hooves (Deryn) + Dean Winchester
What: Pie Delivery + Meeting
When: Monday
Where: Castiel's house
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Deryn was really, really excited to meet Sam's older brother. He seemed nice on the internet and in text -- not quite as nice as Sam, of course. Maybe a little less -- huh. What was the word? Indulgent? Yes, that. But still nice.
Nicer after she'd offered to make him a pie, but that was okay. She really did love baking. The only thing she liked more than baking was giving what she'd made away after that. Oh, and Sam. And Mr. Spock. But those were different kinds of likes.
Anyway, she'd made it to the address Dean gave -- she assumed it was his house -- parked her little scooter and checked out the apple blackberry pie that had been in the carrier basket in the back. It actually wasn't in too bad of shape -- the crust had broken up a bit on one side, but otherwise it was in good form.
Grinning happily, she hop skipped and jumped her way up to the door and then gave a happy knock. Shave and a hair cut!
Two bits. Of course Sam’s girlfriend would knock like that. Dean pulled himself off the couch to go answer it and...okay he was expecting someone that he didn’t have to look so far down to see. If Dean had practically a foot on this girl, she must’ve come up to Sam’s navel.
“Deryn, yeah?” He stepped aside to let her in. It wouldn’t be right to just take the pie and slam the door in her face. Sam would yell at him and then he’d probably never get pie again. Not worth it. “So uh...Sammy’s told me absolutely nothing about you.”
She handed him the pie -- happily thrusting it into his hands -- as soon as she'd stepped in and the door was closed behind them.
"Yep! Deryn. And no?" She asked, and a laugh bubbled out of her. She clearly was not bothered that Sam hadn't said much. "That's okay, we're meeting now. Probably you both had other things on your minds that day, right?"
She was tiny. Barely five feet. And it was true enough, when she stood next to Sam they were nearly laughable. But to make up for it, Sam gave pretty great piggy back rides. Dean looked like he might, too.
“Yeah.” Dean took the pie and led them both into Cas’ immaculate kitchen. He uh...wasn’t entirely sure what to do here, but at least he knew where Cas’ stuff was. To eat the pie with. And in general.
“Sorry, I’m...” He gestured vaguely. He was what? Not sleeping? Drinking too much? Hiding from the world? Yes. All of the above. “Can I get you anything?”
She had no idea what he was getting at, but assumed that he was probably a bit like Sam -- either he'd say what was on his mind, or he wouldn't. And in that case, eventually, she'd ask if she felt curious.
"I like whatever," she said with a warm smile even as she poked around the house -- impressed with how clean the kitchen was more than the kitchen itself. "I like your place. I really did think you'd be a bit taller, even though Sam said you weren't. Do you like blackberries?" She came on a little strong, admittedly.
“It’s not my place,” Dean said calmly, grabbing down some plates and cups before going to see if Cas had any milk. Couldn’t have pie without milk. It was like a cardinal sin or some shit.
Why did everyone think he was going to be taller? It wasn’t his fault that Sam was...giant. “Blackberries are fine.” He rubbed his face with the bottom of his shirt, just barely holding it together in the face of trying to remain sober to meet his brother’s girl. Not easy. Not easy in the slightest, but the last thing he needed was Sam being all pissed at him for being drunk at Deryn.
"Whose place is it?" She took over for him without asking, gesturing almost wildly at a kitchen chair as she found a knife for cutting the pie. Dean seemed a little stressed out, and Deryn couldn't help but wonder how he dealt with it. Sam had a habit of getting drunk and avoiding people for lengthy periods of time. How similar were the brothers?
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Another glance around though, and she wasn't sure about that. It was clean in here, but very… plain and undecorated. "Boyfriend?" Not that girls had to decorate, of course. She just didn't want to assume one way or the other.
“Boyfriend...sort of. It’s intense and complicated and we haven’t gotten around to putting labels on things yet.” Grabbing the milk, Dean poured them some, ignoring the fact that it was damn soy. What the hell kind of man bought soy milk? If you were lactose intolerant, you just got that pill whatever thing and dealt with it. You didn’t give up real milk.
Whatever. He’d yell at Cas for it properly later. “Sam knows him. Sort of.”
Health conscious people bought soy milk, Dean. It was a thing they did. It's better for you.
Deryn only smiled at that, a flash of white teeth and bright eyes. "That's a lot of sort of," she told him, but wasn't really judging. She didn't really do that sort of thing. "Sam didn't tell me that. Is he nice? Sit down, have some pie!" She cut him a more than generous slice, and was now sliding the plate across the table for him -- as far as she could reach across the table, anyway.
“It’s sort of because Sam knows him, but he doesn’t know Sam yet. The whole...dream whatever bullshit.” Dean did sit. It wasn’t like he was going to say no to pie and he also wasn’t going to answer whether or not Cas was nice. Cas was Cas. Other adjectives didn’t really fit with him.
It only made sense that Dean and Sam were from the same dreams, but it was interesting to her that Dean was sort of dating someone from the same ones also. "Your boyfriend hasn't dreamed anything yet?" she scrunched her nose up and then shrugged. Probably it was a good thing, if Dean's dreams were anything like Sam's. Which were awful. But at least he'd finally told her about them.
It seemed like a depressing topic though, so she only gave a half of a laugh and plopped herself down in the chair across from his. She looked like a little kid at the table. "I have dreams too. D'you know, I'm a pony in mine!"
Great. Sam was dating a pony and Dean was dating an angel. On the weird spectrum, Dean was pretty sure Sam won but only just barely. “A pony.” He took a bite of his pie just to keep himself from saying anything awful to her about it. A fucking pony.
"Well," she said, considering that for a second while she took a bite of her pie. "More like a pegasus. I have wings and fly around places." She also delivered mail, but that was just a little silly, wasn't it? Deryn shrugged and smiled again -- completely unashamed at how ridiculous it was. It's not like she was the only one in the city who dreamt of being a pony, anyway. "It's kinda fun."
Pegasus. Yeah, that made this not at all less batshit. “Cas is an angel,” he said, needing to contribute to the conversation without thinking about the pony that was dating his brother. “I mean he doesn’t know it yet, but he is.”
Elbows leaned on the table, and chin on one palm, Deryn gave a smile that was just a little too wide, a little too dreamy. "Really?" she asked, "That's super romantic sounding, isn't it? Do you think he'll get wings? Some people get stuff like that from the dreams. I wish I had my wings." Nevermind the fact that she was already clumsy on her feet.
“Don’t recall him having wings in the dream,” Dean said, focusing on the pie. It was really, really good pie. “Wouldn’t you have to be a horse again to have your wings?” Made sense, right?
Deryn laughed again -- she was always laughing. Never really at anyone, just -- well -- in general. "I dunno! It's not like getting wings or superpowers from dreaming is normal, Dean. It doesn't have to make a ton of sense, you know?"
“No, actually. I don’t,” Dean answered firmly. “Brand new to all this crazy. Woke up one morning with a handprint seared on my shoulder and a couple days later...it started.”
"Ooooh," Deryn nodded in understanding, her expression a strange mix between sympathetic and bubbly. "Well. It gets weird. Sorry. But if you're ever feeling bad about stuff, you should tell someone. Sam didn't for a while, and it was kinda scary. I'll make you pie as much as you like." Because clearly they were family now.
Yeah, Dean didn’t think he could do that. He was already talking way too much about things. He’d get a handle on this just like he’d gotten a handle on the war...sort of. Was trying to. It was easier not to talk about it, to smile and pretend like it was okay because it was his job to be okay. Then wake up the next morning and do it all over again.
“Well, your pie is delicious so I’m not gonna say no to that.”
She giggled in response to that, going a bit pink before shrugging. No big deal. He liked her pie. "Well," she said, standing a little too quickly and nearly just falling over before somehow miraculously righting herself by grabbing hold to the back of the chair. She didn't even stop talking after her near death experience. It was possible she did things like that a lot. "Haha-- anyway! I told Sam I'd drop by his place later so I'd probably better get going. But it was super nice meeting you, and I hope your angel likes the pie, too."
“Yeah. Uh...thanks.” Dean got up immediately, walking her to the door, because he might be a dick but that didn’t mean he was rude. He could be okay sometimes.
She half bounced along beside him until they got to the door, and then she turned on her heel to face him, smiling again. She was always smiling, really. "It was really nice meeting you. I dunno why Sam was so nervous, I think you're really nice." And then? Yeah. She hugged him. Look, she was a magical pony, no one should have expected her not to be overly friendly.
Hugging. Okay. That was happening. “Yeah...you too. Look um...moped safe?” The pat he gave her on the shoulder was possibly the most awkward thing ever, and given his boyfriend that was saying something.