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[silvr_moonbeams]

[There's a couch. On that couch is one Dean Winchester. On that Dean Winchester there is blood. Not "oh my god you should be dead" blood, but not "nice paper-cut" blood either. It might be his blood, it might not be. Kinda hard to tell.

Bottom line? There's Dean, and there's blood, and it's kinda getting on the couch.]

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[candyorakiss]

[There is an Ella in your couch, Dean. Note that it is not 'on' your couch but 'in' it. She slips up through the cushions, almost like a ghost, her grin wide]

Hellooo! []She waves] You've got red on you. Tasty red. Red like apples and cinnamon and tastytasty things!

[She leans forward and licks at the blood that is on him, giggling all the wile, large feathery wings fluttering excitedly at her back]

[silvr_moonbeams]

[so one second he's just sitting here and the next there is a ...her. Coming from inside the couch.

Yeahhh, he's just gonna jump and move over on the couch now]

What the hell!? Who the hell are you?!

[candyorakiss]

[She pouts at him and makes grabby hands] But...but you have tasty things on you. Bloody tasty things. Tasty bloody things. Thiiiiings.

[She pauses, studying him for a moment before answering in a sing-song voice] I'm an Ella. Ella, Ella, Ella. I like tasty things.

[silvr_moonbeams]

[And he's squirming a bit out of her reach. Not to mention....still bleeding.]

Okay, okay. Ella. Ella, where did you come from?

[because he plopped down on this dingy motel couch just a minute ago and didn't see her there.]

[freakytwinthing]

What. The. Hell.

I just had that cleaned, you jackass!

[silvr_moonbeams]

Like you don't get it cleaned every other week?

[freakytwinthing]

Because you keep bleeding on it. I'm sending you the bill. Don't think I'm not. You are paying for this. With money.

[silvr_moonbeams]

Throw somethin' over it.

[isthebird]

[Because the narration is getting such a kick out of her shiny new original character, Dean now has a whitelighter.

Val appears in that typical swirl of white orbs of light, takes one look at him and sighs.

She may as well be looking after the Charmed Ones.

She sits on a free edge of cushion and holds her hands over the wound to heal it.]

I wish you would call me when you're bleeding.

[silvr_moonbeams]

[his eyes narrow a bit, because he's so not cool with the guardian angel shit. or someone keeping track of him.

He's also NOT use to that, and his jaw sets while she does it.]

Sorry, that's just a little too My Bloody Vampire for me.

[isthebird]

[The light from her hands dissipates as the last of his blood vanishes like it was never there.]

You would rather heal the slow way?

[silvr_moonbeams]

[and he pulls himself away]

Yeah, I would. It's normal.

shelter } { pre-kids?

[passingjudgment]

[comes into her apartment, and when she sees him, she drops her bags]

Oh, God, please tell me Donnie didn't shoot you.

[silvr_moonbeams]

No, he didn't shoot me. And I'm okay. It's not my blood.

[shit, he really didn't mean to scare her]

I'm sorry, sweetheart I...shouldn't have. I should've cleaned up first.

[passingjudgment]

[and a nice sigh of relief there]

Don't scare me like that.

[silvr_moonbeams]

I didn't mean to. I'm just...really friggin' tired.

maybe this time }

[god_ihopeso]

[wanders in after a long day at work to the sight of ...

... blood on the couch]

That better not be yours.

[silvr_moonbeams]

[She....might not want to see his shoulder...]

Figured you might be better with stitches than me doing it to myself.

[god_ihopeso]

[eye roll]

And you couldn't continue to drive five minutes to the hospital where I work to figure that?

[silvr_moonbeams]

I don't like going to that place.

[Yes, he's stubborn. She should be used to this by now.]