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Juliet O'Hara arrests Winchesters (saltypineapple) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-11-27 23:51:00

Entry tags:

dean winchester, juliet o'hara

Who: Jules and Dean
What:Randomness!
When:slightly backdated
Where: Deeeeaaans place!
Warnings:I don't see any! ♥

There were so many things on Juliet's mind lately it was almost like the year had entirely escaped her and was now nearly over. Thanksgiving was coming up, then after that there was Christmas. Thanksgiving was her first big Winchester gathering really, it had her a little bit nervous. They had done things as a group sure, but somehow this just seemed a little more formal then that. Ruby had called her a Winchester which made her both pleased and terrified on the inside. This was a serious relationship with a family attachment. With a big family history of hunters and apocalypse related things she really didn't entirely understand. She hadn't been raised that way. Her family was fairly normal. Policemen and women, and military decorated soldiers. Sometimes she thought that was hard. Always being on the move, and then she met Dean.

Deans family confused her but she loved them. None the less at times like these she couldn't help but feel a little home sick for her own family. Right about now the Christmas decorations would be going up, and the party invitations would go out. Parties were a huge deal for the O'Hara's. They were Irish so there was a large gathering of the generations and beer drinking and general comfort of Christmas going around. Her it felt a little lonely without it so she was pleased to have plans with Dean. Despite the recent drama, she still wanted to see him and wanted to be around him even though it made her feel like her head was going to explode from confusion.

Ben was his son, so what did that make her? She was almost certain the kid didn't want another mother just by watching him talk about his own, so what would happen if this relationship continued to progress? Did that mean she had a son, or didn't have one? She was confused. Sighing as she slipped on a pair of red heels and headed out the door of her apartment and down the hall to Deans, she ran a hand through her blond hair and pushed it away from her face.

You will not act weird around him, you will not act weird. She thought quietly as she let herself into Dean's apartment and looked around for him. "Dean?" She still didn't like going out much, or hell even hardly leaving his side since the demon attack but at least she was leaving her apartment bit by bit. Baby steps.

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withgunsdrawn
2011-11-29 01:30 am UTC (link)

Moving wasn’t exactly new. Dean had been moving from motel to apartment to rented house to abandoned cabin to... wherever, pretty much since he was four. They did it all the time - it was actually more common for the Winchesters to be on the move than it was for them to be settling in somewhere for longer than a night. Hell, sometimes they didn’t even live anywhere - sometimes it was just sleeping in the car, parked on the side of some back road heading to the middle of nowhere, all three of them crashed in the car.

Packing up to move wasn’t new, either - at least, not in theory. Back then, though, everything he’d owned had fit in a duffel bag - two, if his weapons counted - and so had Sam’s things, and Dad’s. Now it was just him and Ben, but the amount of things they had between them was staggering. It wasn’t like he’d noticed the accumulation of stuff - it just sort of happened, somewhere along the way. Sure, it had happened before - the six months during a school year when Sam was thirteen, where he’d ended up with a whole box of stuff when he was packing, in addition to his duffels - but it had never been stuff he took with him when they actually left. It was always left at a thrift store somewhere, for someone else, because they had to travel light.

Now, though, he was only moving to a different place in the same building, and he was staying there for the foreseeable future, and... he had things to take with him. It was weird, and it probably shouldn’t have been. He knew most people did have things, that it was normal, but the idea of getting boxes of stuff and moving them - to a new place, not to a thrift store or the dumpster outside - was just bizarre.

It wasn’t just stuff, either - there was the furniture. He’d gone out and gotten Ben a bed once he’d arranged for the two-bedroom place, since he only had his and a couch and the whole point of having a bigger place was that Ben would have a real bedroom, and not just a couch (yeah, a couch would be okay - Dean had slept on his fair share of couches or even less comfortable places - but it wasn’t what Ben was used to, and he deserved better than that, and Dean was pretty sure Lisa would be pissed if she knew her son - their son, his son - was sleeping on the couch forever). So the new place had a bed in it, and now Dean was trying to figure out... what else he was supposed to bring over. And this whole thing where he actually had furniture that was his to move with him? It was even weirder than the boxes.

This was the new normal now, though. He was a normal guy - one who happened to be a hunter and an angel vessel and stuck in the middle of the apocalypse - and he was a parent, and a boyfriend. It wasn’t like all of this was new, he’d been dating Juliet for a while, now, and, okay, the parent thing was new, but other than that, he’d been pulling all of this off for a while, now; most of this wasn’t new at all. It was just weird, realizing just how domesticated he’d become - realizing how much he hadn’t even noticed it happening. He just sort of fell into the routines of staying in one place, did it a lot more easily than he ever would have expected to, years ago. Before Hell, before Sam died... this sort of life would have seemed stifling at best, long protracted torturous suicide at worst. He’d have felt like he was living in a cage, a box - he needed his freedom, back then. The car and the road and his brother were enough to keep him happy.

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withgunsdrawn
2011-11-29 01:31 am UTC (link)

He still sort of felt restless, sometimes - the idea of getting back on the road and just driving until he ran out of pavement sounded appealing, some days... but now, if he drove until he ran out of pavement, he had somewhere to turn around and go back to. If he took off, it was just temporary, and if he was honest, he sort of liked it, at least most of the time. Now, after everything, having a place to call home wasn’t a cage, it was protection. It gave him somewhere to fall back to. Sure, it was actually probably more risky, having a home base like this, and people he actually cared about outside of his family, because if something wanted to use them against him it would be so much easier for them to do that, now... and he had more to lose, more people to worry about, but overall? It was a good thing.

It just sort of freaked him out, sometimes.

Like now. He was packing things up - he'd have to ask Sam to come help him get the heavier stuff out of here - planning to go out and let Ben pick out a paint color or two for his bedroom tomorrow, and he was thinking about how all his fake cards could easily catch up with him, staying in one place like this and maybe he should get a real job, since he had to worry about more than just himself now....

...meanwhile on top of all that normal stuff there was the apocalypse and the demons and normal supernatural badness out there waiting to be shot in the face, and he had a feeling sooner or later he was going to have to figure out how he was meant to be a hunter and a parent without screwing up one or the other, and that was something he really didn’t want to do. He didn’t want to be that kind of dad - sure, John had meant well, but he still wasn’t exactly a model father, overall. Dean was at the point now where he got it - he understood and he forgave most of that - but that didn’t mean he wanted to turn out the same way. But he also didn’t want to quit hunting, because there weren’t enough hunters in the first place, let alone now that the apocalypse was going on and things were getting way worse. Sure, they didn’t hunt often, but he felt bad about that in the first place, already. Thinking about actually quitting while he was still capable of hunting down the evil sons of bitches out there? That was... not something he was ready to do.

His thoughts were interrupted by Juliet's arrival - which was actually a good thing, because he was pretty done with all this thinking. Besides, he was always pretty happy to see her - especially since he knew she was still a bit jumpy, so her coming out here to see him - even if it was all within the complex - was a bit more of a big deal. He stood up, leaving the box he was working on filling with plates where it was, and offered her a grin as he walked over to where she was.

"Hey," he greeted, "Everything okay?" He didn't want to assume something was wrong, that probably wasn't why she was here, but at the same time he didn't want to assume everything was okay, either. He hoped it was, but... with his luck, with everything in his life starting to settle in that balance that made him almost feel optimistic, he had to be sure it wasn't all tipping wildly back into chaos.

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saltypineapple
2011-11-29 06:16 pm UTC (link)

Since yellow eyes attack, Juliet had been cautious. She hadn't hardly even been down to work and sometimes worried that she was going to lose her job because of it. She'd placed a call to the chief of police in the morning and explained things the best she could without going into extreme demon detail. Just that she'd been hurt and had medical records to back it up from her extended stay in the hospital. Those records sat on her desk untouched. She really hadn't wanted to look through them or have to even bring them down to the station if she could avoid it. They scared her. They were just records, but they were also memories. Bad ones of the hours she spent in the hospital basement.

She still had nightmares of it. It was rare that she didn't wake up in the middle of the night. Tea often served as a thing to clam her nerves. Being in Deans apartment now she doubted even it could calm her frayed nerves as she looked around at boxes being filled with Deans things. He was moving. It was logical since he had a son, he needed a bigger place not filled with guns and hunter things on the floor where Ben could get to them and get hurt. It also scared her. It meant a longer trip and leaving the complex to see him. She frowned a little until he came into view and then smiled faintly. "Yeah." She was still quiet sometimes.

She remembered seeing a side of Dean as she drifted between consciousness in the hospital that scared her, but he was still Dean. Especially now the way he looked at her, she closed the short distance between them and hugged him. Her cheek resting on his chest, she closed her eyes half way. "You're really moving then?" She commented idly as she just hugged him as though he were a life line keeping her tied to reality. Sometimes he was.

"Picked out a place yet?" She'd sank to small talk. She felt badly but it was better then nothing. Since Dean had told her about Ben she'd gone through probably all the emotions. It was a big deal. Dean was a father now. He was also a hunter. She was not. Did that mean Ben was going to be on her as well? It wasn't entirely a bad thing if it happened that way. She was worried though, she wasn't sure she was ready to be a parent of any kind. She wasn't even sure the kid liked her at all.

The thinking was getting ridiculous. So many confused emotions over a kid who she couldn't tell either way liked her or not and was already freaking out about it. Looking up at him with a hesitant look she shrugged. "Have you eaten anything yet?"

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