drabble/open rp: puppy love for thegeekyone.

[notsabrina]

It wasn't as if she intended this. Hell, she wasn't even supposed to stick around this long. The "next town" turned into the next, where Marla proved to be useful against a poltergeist. "Next town" turned into next week and after a while, none of them really talked about her leaving. It became comfortable

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[thegeekyone]

"Stay?" Sam was confused. "What're you talking about? You can't stay here..." He'd been thinking a little about what Dean said last night, causing him to stay up and do extra research on possible cases. Sam didn't expect this to have anything to do with that.

[notsabrina]

"It's... not a bad town. Small, seems quiet." Marla shrugged, holding her bag in her lap. "That was the plan originally, wasn't it? I was supposed to get out at the next town. Out of you and Dean's hair." She kept her eyes focused on the floor, as if her shoes were the most fascinating thing in the world.

[thegeekyone]

"That... I didn't say that! Dean did. We're not just letting you stay in this town on your own." Dean might if he could, but Sam wouldn't. That wasn't who he was. "What would you do here anyways?"

[notsabrina]

"Find a place. Get a job." She shrugged. It sounded simple enough, and it was pretty much the extent of her plan from last night. "I'm sure some place around here needs a waitress or a dishwasher or something. Think I could perfect that 'kiss my grits' routine." She finally looked up at him, and felt heat creeping up into her face.