Laurel Lance (i_crylikeabird) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-08-04 19:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, dinah lance |
Reunited... (Dinah/Dean, complete)
(Warning: gets a bit steamy at the end)
The City had been extra-frustrating over the past two weeks. Dinah still didn’t know if her Dean was even in the City anymore and for some reason she couldn’t find the Sherwood Florist at all. She was missing home, missing her guy, and worried about how much more she could stand to lose.
When she finally did drive by that familiar shop, she almost passed it up before pulling a U-turn and parking in the garage.
She let herself in and searched every last room before she realized that he wasn’t here. His things still were which she could only hope meant that he was still in the City and not that the City meant for her to suddenly take up living with the other Dean. That would just be... awkward on every level.
She stopped short in her search as she came to a smear of deep red. The smell burned at her nostrils. Dinah frowned and knelt beside what was very obviously a blood smear. There were a few strands of dark brown hair mixed in with the blood as well. She recognized that hair color all too well.
She felt like she might be sick but set about cleaning up the blood, trying not to think about what might have happened to cause it and who it might have happened to. In fact, she was almost positive that it had been the other version of herself and there were two people in the City who might have done this, though she didn’t want to think of the possibility of either of them in her apartment.
Once the cleaning was done, Dinah put on one of Dean’s t-shirts and breathed in the faint scent of him, taking comfort in that physical reminder of him at least. She took to wandering around the apartment as if she half-expected him to just appear somewhere. Hey, in the City anything was possible. She was more than a little unnerved at both the blood and the lack of confirmation that he was still in the City and she just wanted to see him right now.
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Dean was tired of the City. He wanted to make it human again just so he could bitch slap it, or stab it in its face. Yes, stabbing in the face seemed good. It wasn’t that he’d had a horrible time of things; relatively speaking they hadn’t been all that awful, save for one thing - no Dinah.
Dinah would have appreciated, maybe, the meeting of a comic book type. Even if she was one. Dinah would have seen how cool it was to drive a car that was meant for crazy ass speeds. Dinah would have understood how much it meant to him to eat. Dinah would have also understood why he cried at night, just a little, because he didn’t have the same relationship with Sam that his other self did. He didn’t know how to fix it. He wasn’t sure he wanted to, which made him hate himself even more.
With a “Fuck yeah, about fucking time!” Dean pulled into the garage and got out. He ran up the steps, taking two at a time, to get to the apartment.
“Dinah! Babe!” He thought he saw her, and he took as few steps possible to get across the living room into the kitchen to snatch her up in a hug. A hug and a kiss. He didn’t consider the possibility that she could be the other one. Nope. She had blonde hair after all. She was his.
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Dinah looked up as the door opened and Dean rushed through. Her mouth was half-open when he met her with the hug and the kiss that removed all but the very faintest of doubts that this was her Dean. Her fingers easily found the scar in his side from the vampire attack and all doubt was gone. She gave as good as she got in returning the hug and kiss.
Whenever they both came up for air, there were tears on her cheeks and she refused to let go of him.
“I was afraid I’d lost you,” she said, her voice a little throaty. “Met another version of you.”
She knew that the other world had had a version of her and she wondered if Dean had met her and had the same experience she’d had-that joy at finding the person you cared about, only to have your hopes dashed when it turned out that they weren’t exactly.
----
“Yeah, I’m hot no matter how you slice it.” Dean smirked. Then he pressed a kiss to her forehead before shifting his hold to wipe at her tears. His own eyes might have been watering. He touched her cheek once he’d gotten the tears as much as he could. “I’m like a bad penny, baby; you just can’t get rid of me.”
He didn’t say anything more about Deans or Dinahs or Sams. He kissed her again, and it spoke volumes in how much he missed her. It wavered between hungry and longing, and so many other things. Finally he let her breathe again.
“You don’t look bad with brown hair, you know?” Yes, he’d met the other Dinah. “And, never go on a diet. Not unless you really really need to. I love your body with a little meat on it. Not that you were bony, just...don’t change unless you really want to and it’s safe.”
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It was good to be kissing him again. It was good to be in his arms, and there was an urgency to her kisses and the way her hands ran down his back, pulling him closer if that was possible. She smiled up at her Dean.
“I’m not planning on changing my figure,” she said with a grin. “I like pasta too much. Missed the City’s food while I was there. Though I could always go back to the brown hair,” she said with a small shrug. “Back when my mom was the Canary, a blonde wig was part of the costume, so blonde was sort of part and parcel with the identity. Of course, wigs aren’t that practical while fighting and I suppose dying my hair was my way of doing away with the whole secret identity thing.”
She had her reasons for the hair dye after all. It wasn’t simply vanity, but a matter of declaring which aspect of her identities was the ‘true’ her.
She rocked forward and captured his lips with hers again. She took a few steps backward, leading him down the hallway. It wasn’t that they absolutely had to go to the bedroom, but there was a part of her that simply wanted to hole up in there and make up for lost time.
“Any other adventures I missed?” she asked in between kisses. “I heard you met your other self too.”
She’d heard he’d met the other Sam as well, but she didn’t bring that up. Dinah knew that Dean’s relationship with Sam was a bit of a painful topic at the moment. She wished that she knew how to help the two brothers reconnect, but siblings weren’t exactly her area of expertise.
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“Mmm, met a rich guy. Seems I’m supposed to know rich types. Batman, Ironman, Heffman.” The last one was added just to see if she was listening while she led him back. Dean wasn’t complaining, but he wasn’t that easy. Plus, he wanted her to know that he wasn’t in it just for what he hoped was about to happen...again and again and again and again.
“Seems you and Bruce Wayne might have a thing.” He smirked stopping her at the doorway to his room. He wasn’t going in quite yet.
“We weren’t together there. It didn’t work somehow. I’m glad it did here.” He was serious. He cupped her face, lifting her chin a little, to make sure she saw. He had to know she understood.
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Dinah had been listening, though she didn’t know who Ironman was either. She had somewhat avoided comics in the City because reading about herself had been too weird.
“Bruce Wayne? Really?” She made a little bit of a face and looked up at him to see if he was joking about the other her and Bruce. It wasn’t that she disliked Bruce so much as she’d just never really imagined him as the serious boyfriend type. His intimacy issues had made Ollie’s look like nothing. She did feel a little bit of sadness at the idea of the other Dean and Dinah trying and not working out.
She reached up to cover his hand with hers, lacing her fingers through his. .
“I’m glad too. The other Dean and Dinah don’t know what they’re missing,” she said with a small smile.
Of course, there was the chance that at least one of them did know what they were missing since she didn’t know what had happened with that break-up. But now wasn’t the time to think about things not working for other versions of themselves.
“I hope you didn’t have plans to be anywhere else for the next few days,” she said, her voice just a little bit huskier. If she had her way, they would just spend the next few days together. Her voice might have hinted at some of the things she’d like to do to pass the time, but it was more than just that. She’d just gotten him back and she didn’t want to let him out of her sight right now.
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“Well, I thought I might work on the Impala for a little bit. Make sure she doesn’t feel forgotten or abandoned. Then I thought I’d check on Fred, make sure she’s okay.” Dean was now walking Dinah back into the room. Okay, he might sometimes like to be the one in control of when they went where. Sometimes, not all the time.
“Then I thought I’d eat, a lot. Maybe drink something that doesn’t rot my insides.” His hands were certainly not staying put. They were inching her..no, his shirt up her body. “Then possibly catch a movie. Heard there might be a theater around here. Or watch some lost Dr. Sexy M.D. episodes.” Somehow he managed all this without breaking out into a big smile or a laugh.
“Why? Did you have something in mind?” Now there was the smirk.
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The sensation of Dean’s fingers brushing against her skin as he inched the shirt upward sent shivers through her. Dinah simply let him go on with his little spiel. Her hands slid under his shirt and rubbed his back as she held him close. She didn’t mind letting him take the lead in this particular instance and she only stopped when the backs of her legs touched the bed.
She laughed softly and stood on her tiptoes to lightly nibble at his ear.
“Well, I was hoping to make some time with my boyfriend, but it sounds like he’s going to be very busy. Guess I’ll just have to find something else to do.”
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“Yeah, I don’t think so.” Dean gave something of a growl at the nibble, tilting his head for more. He lightly nudged her, so that she was on the bed, lying or sitting was up to her of course. He knew she could probably kick his ass even now, but was very thankful she wasn’t.
“Arms up.” He’d gotten the shirt to just under her shoulder blades. “It’s coming off.” As if she didn’t already know.
“Here’s what I think is really going to happen. We’ll enjoy ourselves in the bed, the shower, the couch. And by enjoy, I mean sex and/or heavy petting.” He pulled the shirt up, not peeking to see if she was completely without clothing underneath. Just up and off. He tossed the shirt to the side and looked at her before starting to get undressed himself. Thankfully, he’d gotten a shower in at a motel earlier that day - lucky - so he didn’t smell too much like road.
“Somewhere in there we will eat food and watch tv, do that cuddling thing you ladies talk so much about, and then we might go looking for other people to let them know we’re okay.” He knew they’d text who they needed too as soon as the first rush had passed. Well, not that soon, but relatively soon.
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Dinah slid her underwear off and then reached over to help him undress. She grinned.
“Now there’s a plan I can get behind.”
She knew that realistically it was too much to hope for the pace of the City to slow down long enough for them to spend a few days together, but right now she was determined to stay inside the apartment with him as long as they could.
“You forgot to mention the kitchen counter,” she teased. “I think I remember you once saying something about wanting to test out every surface in this place?”
As soon as he’d finished undressing, she pulled him closer. After so long apart, every moment she spent not touching him felt like a moment wasted.
----
Dean lowered himself to the bed, on top of her, beside her, under her (while physically impossible) he didn’t care. He just wanted to be near her. He settled into bed with her, wrapping his arms around her. He didn’t go right for the sex; no, instead, he just held and touched her. He nuzzled into hair, nibbling a little. His fingers brushed over her skin, and his lips tasted just as much.
“No, I think the kitchen is safe....for now.” He murmured against her lips.