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Juliet O'Hara arrests Winchesters (saltypineapple) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-09-26 00:31:00

Entry tags:

dean winchester, juliet o'hara

Who:Dean and Jules
What:The aftermath of ghosts
When:Tonight
Where:Dean's place
Warnings:TBA?

At first Juliet had been afraid of the ghosts, but then they became a source of comfort. Being without her mothers presence that night was harder then Juliet expected. She knew she wasn't alone, but she felt a sense of loss all over again and it wasn't a welcome feeling. Growing up it had only been her and her mother, outnumbered boy four boys. Three brothers and her father. Juliet always played tough girl, running with the boys, learning to punch and shoot guns. Her mom tried to instill femininity but Juliet always pushed it away. Then when she was six her dad vanished. It was like she'd lost her best friend. She became so frustrated and so angry she pushed her mother away as well. As a result Jules had learned to harden herself to certain emotions. Dealing with loss was one of them. She didn't want to admit the fact that losing her mother again was bothering her so she busied herself in Dean's apartment. Baking. Baking was always a good distraction and she knew Dean liked it when she did it. Two birds with one stone.

Family had always been complicated for her. She didn't talk about her own very often. She had always been very independent. There was a reason she didn't bring it up, she had really hoped it would never be an issue. Her father left her at a young age to be a con man. He tricked his way into expensive houses and onto yachts of billionaires. He had taught Juliet everything she knew about detecting fraud and Juliet wasn't proud of it. Her mother had tried to talk her out of being so angry at him, but it didn't work. She was a daddy's girl at heart and it broke hers the day he left them for a life of crime. She'd idolized him, and seeing her mother only brought back those memories. Those and the fact that she han't been the worlds greatest daughter combined were enough to put her in a quiet mood that night.

Standing in the small kitchen and chopping apples for a pie, she looked down at her handy work and placed the apples into a mixture of cinnamon and sugar and other various things that went into apple pie and put them in the pie waiting pie shell. The oven was already on the correct temperature to bake, so all she had left to do was slide it in.

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withgunsdrawn
2012-09-29 12:40 am UTC (link)

As much as Dean had missed his father, he had also hated having his ghost there. It wasn't something he planned on telling anyone - least of all Sam - and he felt horrible even thinking about it, but he was relieved when the spirit disappeared. It wasn't that he didn't want his father there - he did, he wished he and Mom were both not-dead, that they both could come back, for real - but in a form that wasn't a ghost, and in a form that wasn't tied to him 24/7.

It was difficult living a normal life with his father there, ever-present, making remarks on every little thing he did that John Winchester would have done differently. From the way he took care of Ben ("Why hasn't that boy learned to use a shotgun yet, Dean? For Chrissake, he's more than big enough to hold one - you could shoot before you were his age. What happens if something comes after him? What if you're not around?") to the way he drove ("Dean, what the hell is that rattling in the engine? When'd you last give this thing a tune-up? I thought you'd take better care of her than that, or I wouldn't've given her to you.") - even the time he spent with Juliet was called into question (evidently Dad didn't think dating during the apocalypse was a good idea, called it a "distraction" and "stupid" - he did like Jules, at least, even if he thought Dean's timing was bad).

It wasn't like Dad was horrible. He just... had the tendency to be a little more controlling than Dean had realized. When he was in Lawrence - alive - it hadn't been like that, had it? Dean didn't think so. From what he'd heard from Sam, his version of Dad's ghost wasn't all that nice to Sam, either. Then again, they always did butt heads; why this should surprise him, he wasn't sure.

But in all, as much as he missed his father, and as much as the loss of the ghost was upsetting, it wasn't crushing. It was bittersweet, and yeah, okay, there was some weird ache in his chest, and maybe his eyes had burned while Dad was saying good-bye, because, hell, he still loved the man, even if he was kind of overbearing as a ghost. He'd briefly considered the flask stuffed in one of his hunting bags, but dismissed the idea without too much effort - he was getting better about this whole drinking mess, most of the time - and instead worried about making sure Ben was okay (kid was tough, but his ghost had been his grandmother, so he was probably not going to be all that happy with her gone again), spending a little extra time talking to him before he went to bed.

Once Ben was asleep, he'd gone looking for Jules - she'd seemed quieter at dinner; quieter all day, really, and now that they were alone he figured he'd try to cheer her up, or at least make sure she was okay. Her back was to him as he entered the kitchen, and he paused in the doorway to lean against the counter and watch her for a second. It was still sort of surprising that this was his life - if by 'sort of' one meant 'really friggin'', because there was hardly a day that passed that Dean didn't have to take a second to remember this was real, to choke back the creeping panic that it would all be gone if he closed his eyes.

Jules was baking. His ridiculously hot girlfriend who was also a cop, who put up with his shit on a regular basis and actually loved him even though he was kind of a moron a lot of the time - was making pie in his kitchen tonight. Seriously, how did he end up this lucky? After everything he'd done..?

"In case there was any doubt, I've decided I'm keeping you," he offered as a greeting, tone light and playful, as he crossed the room to wrap his arms around her. "You're awesome."

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saltypineapple
2012-09-29 09:22 am UTC (link)

Juliet wasn't sure what to think about the ghosts departure. She wasn't sure that she would really call what she felt crushed but sad. Bittersweet was definitely a good word for it. She'd missed her mom. They'd never really been as close as most little girls were with their mothers. Juliet was much more of a tomboy then her mom ever wanted. Instead of wearing dresses and walking around the house in her mothers heels, Juliet was much more interested in learning how to fight and shoot guns with her father and brothers. She had no idea why her father was so good at using them. Not until she was six at least. That was when she found out her father was a conman. The reason he'd left their family was because he'd tried to con his own flesh in blood and her mother had enough. She'd kicked him out of the house and Juliet never saw him after that again.

Her father had been like a hero until that day. She'd idolized him. Her brothers did too. It caused her and her mothers relationship to suffer, and Juliet never really did get to say goodbye when she died. It was difficult. Family was difficult. She began to turn things over in her mind about Dean and Ben. What if the same thing happened again and Ben didn't ever really accept her like she had with her own mother. She knew Ben idolized his father, and why wouldn't he? Dean was fiercely protective of his family. He knew how to shoot guns with the best of them and drove that Impala. The idea of it just made her giggle more often then not when she thought on it. He really was that bad boy type every girls mother was supposed to warn her about. Hers actually had. Said he would break her heart, but Juliet believed in them. The love was there even though they didn't always agree on things. She genuinely loved him. She'd never really felt that way about anyone.

Then there was Ben. Ben had thrown her for a loop, she really wasn't expecting to have a son but she loved him like her own as well. She worried about him no matter how hard he tried to resist. She always would. Deans voice interrupted her train of thought, and she looked up with a softened expression. "I wasn't expecting an audience." She smiled as he came up behind her and she leaned against him. It was still there, that safe feeling she felt when they started dating. She rested one of her hands ontop of his own and looked up.

"Ben's asleep?" Listening to the sound of Dean's heartbeat, she seemed calmer then she had all day. Her fingers toyed with his idly, and she gave him a concerned look. "How is he..?" And then paused a moment. "How are you doing? I know you and your dad were close.."

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withgunsdrawn
2012-10-16 02:26 am UTC (link)

>"Ben's asleep? How is he..?"

Dean shrugged, eyes on their hands - hers were smaller, and for all that he knew she was capable of holding her own, that she knew how to use those hands to shoot a gun and handle a knife at least vaguely and arrest bad guys and all that, seeing how small and soft her hands were was a sharp contrast, kicking his protectiveness up a couple levels. He shifted his hands to catch hers and held on to them. "He'll be okay, I think. Kid's pretty tough..."

It would have been worse for Ben, he was sure, if it had been Lisa. The kid already missed his mom, he was pretty sure her ghost showing up would have just been horrible - not only would it confirm that she was dead (not just missing, or seal-napped, or whatever), but then Ben would've had to deal with her being gone all over again... so, yeah. Lucky.

>"How are you doing? I know you and your dad were close.."

That was a bit more complicated to answer, and he hesitated a second, just standing there and holding on to her, mind running over the last two weeks. Nothing had been fixed, between himself and John Winchester, not really. They'd had some good moments, and a lot of really rough ones, and overall he knew where his father was right now. Heaven might not have been the best place ever when Dean and his brother had paid a visit - but he knew his parents were both there at the same time, and, hell, that had to make it better for the both of them. Plus they weren't being stalked by angry angels trying to wear them as meatsuits. Bonus.

"I think I'm good, actually." It felt weird to admit it - or, rather, it felt weird to realize it was true. Normally, he'd just come out with shit like that, spit out words of reassurance and pretend he was actually doing fine, when really he was falling apart. Now, he was a little unsteady, a little shaken - but he wasn't falling apart over it. He didn't feel like he had to. "I mean, I wish he was here, but... not like that."

(Death's message was a whole 'nother story entirely, of course. But he was pointedly ignoring that. Death was just a douchebag using scare tactics. It didn't matter what he said, Dean wasn't going to let Lucifer have his brother.)

"You?"

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saltypineapple
2012-10-20 08:15 am UTC (link)

She blinked as he stopped her hands and she looked up at him warmly. They'd had their issues, and yet still it was small moments like these that reminded her why they made it through. There was no one she felt safer around then him. "Like his dad." She smiled softly and leaned back against him. Her hand gently resting against his. She still had a few scars from where Alastair had cut her open but they'd even come back from that. She was starting to think there was nothing they couldn't face. Even the apocalypse.

She knew Dean and his brother were in the center of it all, but Dean always came back to her. "Really?" She raised a blond brow as he actually answered and didn't reach for a beer or other various hard liquors. She studied his face for a moment and leaned up slightly to kiss his jawline. "It isn't right, bringing them back like that." She murmured as the smell of baking apple pie begun to fill the room. "I missed my mom, but I think ghosts need to be able to move on. I want her to be at peace." After her father had left them Juliet basically raised herself.

She'd stopped letting her mom in as much as she had as a child and just frowned slightly. "It's complicated." Half an hour left on the pie. She didn't want to forget, pie burning in the Winchester household may as well be a sin.

"I'm glad it wasn't my dad." She said with a hint of annoyance. That would have meant her father was also dead, and so different sets of emotions to deal with.

"My dad left us when I was six." Dean was the only person she'd even attempted to tell about her family. She hadn't told Rose, or Florence, or anyone else. She was ashamed of it really and it showed.

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