Shannon (ex_slayersha519) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-06-19 19:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !bad romance, dean winchester, shannon |
Who: Shannon (Narrative or Open to Dean)
What: falling in love, Shannon style
When: Thursday night
Where: Dean's cell LOLZ
Warnings: lmfao doubtful, but I'll edit if Dean tags in and it gets out of control ;)
Shannon was in the shower when she felt something primal stir inside her. The shampoo was being lathered in her hair as she suddenly found her thoughts drifting to Dean Winchester. He was such a hot bitch. He knew it too, and Shannon appreciated that. Confidence was sexy. It was why she had fallen for Neal. He had mad skills and took pride in that rather than being an insecure whiner like some guys could be.
Dean had mad skills too. Real mad skills, and she felt her body grow hot as she pictured the last time she saw him. Those jeans hugging every inch of him. Those green eyes that could look older than his years one moment, and sparkle like emeralds another. He was a hunter. That was sexy. Human demon fighter? Scars on his body that told the tales that he wouldn't tell others.
Shannon locked her lips as she finished her shower and threw on a towel. Instead of going back to her cell, she walked toward the cell that Dean and Dimitri shared. He was hot too, but he wasn't Dean. Dean the demon hunter. It made sense why she wanted him, right? The demon hunter and the slayer? It was like destiny.
They were two people throwing themselves into the middle of the danger, trying to save a fucked up world, because that was what hunters and slayers do. It was the way of the world, and she wanted to show him she understood him. She knew what made him tick, and if he played his cards right she could show him how she could make him rev his engine.
The cell was empty when she arrived, so she waltzed in and moved past the dhampir's side to flop down on the hunter's cot. She turned her head and inhaled the scent of his pillow. Oh yeah, that smelled like Dean. She wanted him so bad. Like he wouldn't believe.
The funny thing was, she could feel a physical ache with need for him. Shannon didn't like needing anyone, it wasn't the slayer way, but she needed Dean. She would have to make him pay for making her need him. She smirked at the thoughts that flooded her. He'd like paying for his crimes. Yes indeed he would.