|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
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.