16; watch your head spin.
Watch Your Head Spin.
green light (stoplight system.)
concerning: Angelique Bouchard, guest-starring Dean Winchester
310. words; complete.
He was chasing her.
Dean was suddenly completely aware that yes, he was chasing Angelique. Perhaps the thought had been dormant, or the idea had just become second-nature from all of his experiences, but that small, simple fact had hit him out of the blue as he walked with her down the street. It was night. It had been raining and the concrete was still slick with water, letting the light from the streetlamps shine off of it. And it was quiet, people opting not to walk around town given the storm, and somehow this made the thought all the more poignant in Dean's mind.
And then he was nervous, hoping that Angelique wouldn't nervous as his eyes flickered over to her and then quickly back to the street that they were walking on. His nerves were getting the best of him and he didn't know why. How was this any different from the other women he'd gone after? But it was and his palms were sweating and he tried to think of something to say that didn't sound stupid - maybe something funny? He wanted to make her laugh, to see her bright blue eyes sparkle the way they did when she was happy.
Dean forgot a few seconds later what he did say; all he remembered was Angelique's reaction, the curious, slightly confused look she gave him with a hint of a smirk. It was difficult for him to read. Lots of things about her were hard for him to understand - her sometimes-cryptic comments, her moods, and perhaps most of all the story of where she came from.
And somehow that didn't matter.
Had he said something stupid? It was then that Dean forgot and he realized that he wanted to fix it. He muttered a comment that he hoped would be polite and offered her his arm. And she accepted it.
green light (stoplight system.)
concerning: Angelique Bouchard, guest-starring Dean Winchester
310. words; complete.
He was chasing her.
Dean was suddenly completely aware that yes, he was chasing Angelique. Perhaps the thought had been dormant, or the idea had just become second-nature from all of his experiences, but that small, simple fact had hit him out of the blue as he walked with her down the street. It was night. It had been raining and the concrete was still slick with water, letting the light from the streetlamps shine off of it. And it was quiet, people opting not to walk around town given the storm, and somehow this made the thought all the more poignant in Dean's mind.
And then he was nervous, hoping that Angelique wouldn't nervous as his eyes flickered over to her and then quickly back to the street that they were walking on. His nerves were getting the best of him and he didn't know why. How was this any different from the other women he'd gone after? But it was and his palms were sweating and he tried to think of something to say that didn't sound stupid - maybe something funny? He wanted to make her laugh, to see her bright blue eyes sparkle the way they did when she was happy.
Dean forgot a few seconds later what he did say; all he remembered was Angelique's reaction, the curious, slightly confused look she gave him with a hint of a smirk. It was difficult for him to read. Lots of things about her were hard for him to understand - her sometimes-cryptic comments, her moods, and perhaps most of all the story of where she came from.
And somehow that didn't matter.
Had he said something stupid? It was then that Dean forgot and he realized that he wanted to fix it. He muttered a comment that he hoped would be polite and offered her his arm. And she accepted it.