Sam was sleeping soundly when the clock radio blared on. He opened his eyes just enough to make out 6am. He reached up and hit the snooze button, momentarily
stopping the music. He propped himself up and looked over at his brother. "Dean! It's 6am. Time to get up so you can go pick up Yvonne. Dean!"
Sam knew that after yesterday's events it was going to be at best difficult to get Dean up. But he was gonna be damn sure Dean wasn't going to get up
before he decided to go get Yvonne himself.
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The only outward sign that Dean heard Sam or the ear splitting sound level of the radio was a low moaning sound followed by a roll over onto his side and a
non conscious tug on his pillow into the new position. It wasn't that he didn't want to get up. Dean did, he just couldn't. He couldn't force
his eyes open, couldn't keep a semi rational, awake thought in his head to even try to wake up.
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Posts: 769 (10/21/08 04:36 PM)
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Noting that Dean hadn't been disturbed much, Sam decided to wait until the clock radio blasted on again before he made a second attempt at getting Dean up.
Then he'd decide whether to keep trying or give up and go to Portland himself. He laid back down and closed his eyes for the next five minutes. When the
radio once again blasted on Sam let it play instead of immediately turning it off. "Deeaann! Second warning. Get up!" Now that Sam was awake, he
shutoff the clockradio and got up to start some coffee. The coffee was for him and his last ditch effort to get Dean up. If the coffee didn't work he'd
just go pick up Yvonne from the Portland airport.
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Posts: 902 (10/21/08 07:42 PM)
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When the radio blasted again, Dean stirred but years of listening to loud music in the car and using a sawed off shotgun way too many times in small places had
dampened his hearing somewhat. Rolling onto his stomach his hand snaked out to silence the offending noisemaker about the time Sam shut it off. His
subconscious had heard Sam but well it didn't matter, it wasn't a panicked 'Dean, my ass is about to get eaten' kind of yell.
Besides, the movement told his mind one thing. He hurt like hell! Everything hurt and his eyes burned even before he wanted to try and open them. And, hadn't he just gone to bed? How the hell could it be 6 already? "Mmhmmm." Might or might not be heard from the pillow that Dean was trying now to suffocate himself with. |
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Posts: 774 (10/21/08 08:27 PM)
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Sam had seen Dean reach for the radio just as he turned it off. And he even thought he heard some sort of less than coherent sound uttered from beneathe
Dean's pillow. So he was pretty sure some part of Dean's mind had heard him, just not enough to get Dean up.
As soon as the coffee was finished, Sam poured some in a cup and set it on the nightstand next to Dean's bed. Then he gave the bed a jarring shove with his foot. Since it was his last try he was going all out. "Dean! Get up. There's coffee there on the nightstand for you. At this rate Yvonne will be here before you get up." Sam sincerely had his doubts that even the coffee ploy would work and started gathering stuff to get dressed and ready to go. "Dean!"
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Posts: 904 (10/21/08 08:40 PM)
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He tried, but simply couldn't wake up, not enough to get up. Dean could smell the coffee and it made his stomach churn. Sam's yelling made his head
hurt and the shove to the bed hurt everything else. It was easier to pull the pillow half off his head than to try and move his head. One blood shot eye opened
half way to look blearily at Sam. It slowly closed with no sign of recognition.
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Posts: 776 (10/22/08 06:39 PM)
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Well that was that. Dean wasn't getting out of bed anytime soon. Sam really wasn't looking forward to driving into Portland in the Impala, not with all
the overly caffienated drivers they had there. Well, if one of those hyped up drivers hits the Impala it wasn't gonna be his fault. Dean should've
gotten up.
Sam grabbed the cup of coffee off the nightstand and took a drink while he walked back towards the bathroom. He got showered, shaved and dressed quickly since he'd wasted a good bit of time trying to get Dean up. He checked on Dean's phone again for the time and number for Yvonne's flight. Finishing up his first cup of coffee, he poured a second and grabbed the keys as he headed for the cabin door. He thought briefly of slamming the door as a final goodbye but figured the effort would be wasted on Dean this morning anyway. Once in the car he let her warm up a couple of minutes while he drank most of his coffee. He backed out of the space and pulled up the drive to the main road.
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The entire flight Yvonne couldn't sit still. She tried to doze but her mind raced too much with thought of Dean and his soon to be death. More than once
she tried to bury herself in a magazine with Depeche Mode blaring in her ears, only to close it with a sigh and stare at the rising sun out the window. What
she didn't notice was the looks she got, though if she had she wouldn't have cared.
for once Yvonne wore a dress, and not any dress, but one to knock the socks off any man. It was cut low in the front, left her shoulders bare, and barely made it past her behind. Thigh-high ivory stockings ending in lace with small yellow rose buds were fully exposed by the 'dress'. For propriety sake she wore a long open-knit sweater that reached mid-thigh and was tied closed at the waist. Still it exposed almost as much cleavage as the dress, but it did hide the tops of her stocking. Until she sat and crossed her legs that is, than lace peeked out below. It was passable for airplane travel, just. The trip was long.. too long, but anticipation kept her alert and once they landed she was the first up and out the door, glad she had paid for first class. As soon as she exited the gate and headed out the main doors of the airport the sweater was untied and removed to drape over her large shoulder bag which was all she brought. It carried a pair of jeans two shirts and undies. Now people did stop to stare and more than one 'hussy' was heard, but not by her. No Yvonne had other things on her mind, such as looking for a black Impala and not freezing before he saw her. 
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Dean slowly blinked awake, not fully, not a 'wide eyed up and at em' awake but still snoozy and it was way too tempting to close his eyes again and
drift off back to sleep. With a small stretch and yawn he looked over at the clock. 9:45. That wasn't bad, he was awake before 10.
His brows furrowed at the cup of coffee sitting on the nightstand. His hand reached out to tap the cup. It was cold. Odd, he didn't remember making coffee last night. He yawned again and stretched more, arms curled inward then spread wide outward expanding his chest muscles as he finished up the yawn. 9:45. Time to get up and shower, time for breakfast maybe if he hurried. Unless Sam had gone out for some. That would be cool. 9:46. 9:46!? Holy shit! The realization he'd over slept hit Dean like a tidal wave. Throwing back the covers he pratically threw himself out of bed as the panic set in. He'd forgotten Yvonne! "Nooooo ohhhhh goddddd noooo" "Dammit!!" In his rush Dean stumbled into Sam's bed, his big toe smacking the wooden platform. Pain shot up his foot and so did the anger that always went with doing something stupid like that. "Ouch! AAAghhh, damn... sonofabitch!" Now in full flight mode Dean hopped from between the beds toward the chair where he'd tossed his jeans from last night and pulled one leg on. It was then that he realized Sam was really gone. A glimmer of hope flashed in Dean. Maybe, just maybe Sam had gone after Vonnie, still how bad would that look??? Dean turned, doing his half hopping, foot killing him; half struggling wild man dressing mode back to the beds and the nightstand where his phone was. He grabbed the phone, ignored the throbbing pain in his toe and managed to pull his jeans on without any other major disasters. Now he sat down and dialed Sam's number. "Oh god, please Sammy... please please please tell me you're there.." Dean spoke to the phone before it even rang on Sam's side.
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Posts: 783 (10/24/08 08:56 PM)
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Sam made it to the outskirts of Portland with very little problem and made good time. In fact, he had enough time to stop and get a decent latte at one of the
many coffee shops.
He pulled up at the airport with about 20 minutes to wait. He thought briefly about calling Dean and waking him up, but then decided he didn't want to deal with another failure. So he enjoyed his latte and listen to the radio. With only a few minutes left before Yvonne's plane landed, he got out walked around to the airport door side and leaned against the car. He'd only met her a couple of times and those had been brief. Although he wasn't positive he could pick her out of a crowd, he figured the car would give him away. He was startled when his phone rang but had to smile when he saw the caller id. Sam figured Dean probably just woke up and was panicking about now, so he answered it on the last ring before it went to voice mail. "Hello. I see you finally decided to wake up."
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Posts: 784 (10/24/08 08:59 PM)
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Sam made it to the outskirts of Portland with very little problem and made good time. In fact, he had enough time to stop and get a decent latte at one of the
many coffee shops.
He pulled up at the airport with about 20 minutes to wait. He thought briefly about calling Dean and waking him up, but then decided he didn't want to deal with another failure. So he enjoyed his latte and listen to the radio. With only a few minutes left before Yvonne's plane landed, he got out walked around to the airport door side and leaned against the car. He'd only met her a couple of times and those had been brief. Although he wasn't positive he could pick her out of a crowd, he figured the car would give him away. He was startled when his phone rang but had to smile when he saw the caller id. Sam figured Dean probably just woke up and was panicking about now, so he answered it on the last ring before it went to voice mail. "Hello. I see you finally decided to wake up."
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Dean paced the cabin, the painful throbbing in his big toe wasn't getting much better but well, Vonnie was more important than his toe right now. He ran a
hand over his messed up short cropped hair. Sam's phone rang and rang again. It only made him that much more anxious. Sam's phone rarely rang more than
twice before he picked it up. What if he'd had a wreck? Portland was full of over caffeinated freaks. Portland was the only city Dean had ever seen speed
limit signs printed in 4 foot high numbers. He figured with as dilated as most of the drivers eyes had to be that was the only way they could see it. Not that
any driver on the road paid attention to it.
He puffed out a breath of air, he didn't handle panic well. Normally he didn't panic, not over the usual stuff, zombies, vampires, werewolves, ghouls etc. Nope, calm and cool as a cucumber. His personal life?? That was a whole 'nother story. Finally Sam picked up and by his comment Dean decided Sam had let the phone ring on purpose. Relief washed over him, thank god Sam answered his phone! Dean was about beside himself. "Yeah, I.. what? Um, whatever... ok dude, please tell me Sammy you're there, Right?" "At the airport?" "Not out for coffee?? " If Dean smoked he'd be puffing away, he didn't and wished he did. Because he sure could use a cigarette about now.
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Posts: 785 (10/24/08 10:05 PM)
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Sam heard the panic in Dean's voice and knew he'd been right. Sometimes, even under the present circumstances he just had to mess with his brother and
opportunities were few and far between. He sighed as he realized this might be the last one even. But he pushed those thoughts aside and decided to have his
fun.
"Well actually I did go out for coffee, the room brew just wasn't cutting it. So I thought I'd get a good latte in the land where there are four coffee shops on every corner." He paused just briefly before he admitted to being at the airport smiling to himself. "Yes, I'm at the airport salvaging your personal life, though I'm really not sure why. And I haven't yet decided what I'm going to tell her to explain why you aren't here."
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Posts: 914 (10/24/08 10:31 PM)
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"WHAT?" "Dammit Sammy!" "You..."
Oh god... Sam. Sam had gone for coffee. No, wait. He knew that tone. Dean could 'see' Sam smiling even now. Sam had got him. Shit, one of these days he was gonna kill his brother. He sat down on the bed, hunched over. Dean thought he might just pass out. "So not funny Sammy." "Geezus you're gonna give me a heart attack dude." He began to calm but only a little. Looking at the clock it was 9:50. Vonnies plane should have been in by now. Airports still made him nervous, he was glad in one way Sam went to get her. But now, Sam raised an interesting question. What to tell her? The truth???? Sure, she'd buy that. "Oh man, I don't know. Hell Sam do what ever. When did her plane get in? Have you seen her yet?"
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Posts: 787 (10/24/08 11:00 PM)
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Sam couldn't help but chuckle to himself. There were just certain reactions you could count on from Dean. It never failed. Looking at the screen just
inside the doors Sam could see that her plane had arrived on time, so she should be coming out the doors anytime now.
"Her plane arrived on time. So I would think she should be walking out the doors any . . . WOW!" Sam had returned his gaze to the doors just as she walked out. Well, he'd had absolutely no problem recognizing her and she was absolutely stunning. He only hoped that his face had a much more neutral and normal expression than the one that ran through his mind. His mind thought the appropriate response was something more in line with the cartoon character whose tongue rolls out of his mouth and onto the ground at the same time his eyes bug out of his head. Sam moved his tongue ever so slightly in his mouth, just to make sure it was where it belonged. "Um yeah. She. . . um . . . just walked . . . Out."
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Dean drug a hand over his face. God, this was killing him. He wondered if he dropped dead from nerves if that voided his contract. Sam was droning, kinda,
maybe it was just he was distracted. However, Sam's exclamation made him shoot straight up from the bed. His heart thudded wildly in his chest.
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Posts: 788 (10/25/08 12:00 PM)
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Sam finally comprehended what Dean was saying on his last comments.
"Huh? Yeah, I know. Oh yeah, you certainly missed it. This was one morning you should've gotten up. But I have to be honest and say I'm glad you didn't." Sam watched as Yvonne began to walk over. Ok, it was well worth getting up this morning now. But having Dean talking in his ear had brought him back to his senses. "We'll be heading back that way momentarily, so I'd best get off here and be polite. Unless, you want to talk to her now?"
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Posts: 918 (10/25/08 12:33 PM)
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"Bite me bitch..."
Sam was enjoying this way too much and Dean felt lower than low. How the hell could he have not gotten up? What would that say to Vonnie? 'Gee babe, sorry I couldn't wake up, just cause I about got my ass bbq'd yesterday?' Shit. Dean ran his hand over his face and drug it slowly over his right eye. Damn it! He wouldn't blame Yvonne if she got on the next plane back to NO. Maybe all things considered it would be better if she did. Dean wasn't sure if he wanted to talk to Yvonne now or not. She was probably gonna be pissed, maybe not as pissed as she'd been when it told her about the deal, but pissed none the same. "Shit Sammy. I fuged this up good."
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Posts: 789 (10/25/08 12:54 PM)
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"Yes, but I'm certain she'll understand. I've gotta go now. I'll make your apologies and you two can work it out when we get back there.
Bye."
Sam hung up and pocketed his phone. He was ready to greet Yvonne but he was still thinking how best to explain Dean's absence without lying. And he also needed to get her to put her sweater, that was presently hanging over her bag, on since it was quite chilly and he could do with a little less distraction in Portland traffic.
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Rubbing her hands over her arms Yvonne hoped he'd get here fast, freezing her ass off for him would only go so far if he took too long. Scanning the
traffic she finally saw the Impala and her face broke into a huge welcoming grin. She waved and hurried on over, bumping into an older man in her excitment
and ended up getting even more chilled as she took the time to appologize. Finally he stopped grumbling and told her to get a coat on, somewhat
bad-manneredly, but Yvonne didn't care. Looking over to the car she noted Sam had gotten out but not Dean. A niggling worry started in her mind and her
steps faltered as Dean still did not emerge...
At first worry and concern filled her, had something happened to Dean? But no... Sam was on the phone and if Dean was hurt he'd be with his brother wouldn't he? Which meant Dean was either hiding in the car or on the other end of that phone call. Worry turned to doubt, however she still greeted Sam with enthusiasm. "Sam! Are you a welcome sight!" Yvonne hooked an arm around his neck and pulled him down so she could reach his cheek which got a smooth kiss just before she hugged him. He was warm and she was freezing, if he'd been Dean she wouldn't have let go. As it was she reluctantly released him and reached for her sweater as she looked around him to the inside of the car. "Where's Dean?"
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Posts: 943 (10/28/08 06:29 AM)
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Dean closed his phone and set it back on the nightstand. He'd just gotten up and felt wiped out already. Maybe he really was the idiot most seemed to think
he was. He wasn't stupid, he'd graduated, not with honors like Sam but decent enough and he probably could have gone to college, not with a scholarship
but gone the same.
It was just, school didn't matter. Not when people were being hurt and killed by things nightmares are made of. Not when Dad's obsessive, possessed behavior made life tense. He always had to have himself and Sam ready to leave at a moments notice and well, Sam when he was younger made that hard. No, he wasn't stupid. He was preoccupied always. His mind either on the case they were working and what it might be, how they needed to take care of it before it killed one of them or someone else. If someone looked at them funny, was it just normal curiosity or something else? A demon watching and waiting? Someone possessed? Even later, when he'd been America's Most Wanted, he'd been more absent minded. Then he had to look over his shoulder for Feds, local yokels wanting to make a name for themselves by capturing 'big, bad Dean Winchester' and then; there was that damned promise of dads. Always there, in the back of his mind every waking day and half the time it haunted his nights. And the kicker, his deal. Time was up and he'd be dead too damn soon. "Damn idjit, Dean." Using one of Bobby's 'favorite' terms of endearment. "The one good thing in your life and you manage to screw that up too." Frustrated and full of regrets he couldn't fix Dean went off to shower and get dressed trying to figure out how in the hell he was gonna explain it all to Vonnie. |
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- Knighton Hall
- Locksley Manor
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- 01001101 01100101 01101110 01110100 01100001 01101100
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- Blood Moon
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- Stirrings in Hamunaptra
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