Slouching Toward Bethlehem
Title: Slouching Toward Bethlehem
Author: TrademarkDamsel
Fandoms:Dead Like Me, brief mentions of characters from House and Veronica Mars
Pairings/Characters: implied Sam/Dean, Dean/OF
Rating: PG
Warnings: implied Slash
Word Count: 779
Spoilers: Through Devil's Trap and AU of In My Time of Dying
Summary: a follow-up to my story Regrets http://trademarkdamsel.livejournal.com/429.html#cutid1. Gabriel's thoughts as she goes to find Dean who awakens from his coma to find a interesting vistor.
Notes: Please be kind and leave me much feedback, this is my second Supernatural fic. Of course, I own none of the characters, but if the CW would be kind enough to give me Dean and maybe Logan from VM as a late Christmas present, I could die happy.
If the guy had not been born under such a bad sign than she would never had had a chance with him. She wasn't stupid. She knew he was broken, scared to death of the thought of anyone leaving him. In another life, he could have been a model or actor. Worshipped for that smile that could make any woman melt. He still had women falling at his feet, but it wasn't the same. Dean Winchester was the best thing that ever happened to her and if he died . . . Gabriel couldn't even bear the thought.
It had been a two weeks since the accident. Gabriel had been keeping tabs on the brothers for a year now. A few weeks after starting Hearst College, she met a sassy high school senior by the name of Veronica who had the nifty talent of being one hell of a private eye. Sure, Veronica found it odd that Gabriel was paying her to found out all she could about supernatural activities taking place across the states, but the girl had enough of her own problems and money was money. Sometimes, wanting to make sure she was still on the right trail, Gabriel would fly out during a break from school to one of the latest paranormal sites. She would wait until she was sure the case was solved and ask anyone she could about two brothers passing through.
Dean had told her all about the hunting. He figured it would scare her like his last girlfriend, drive her away. She could see it in his eyes. God, she loved those eyes. Once a boy had told her she had "commanding eyes". If it was true, they paled in comparison to Dean's.
But she didn't run, didn't even flinch. If just felt . . . right, knowing that there really were creatures that went bump in the night. She had grown up in her own fantasy world, inspired by films like Labyrinth and shows like Buffy, filled with vampires, werewolves, and anything else imaginable. Gabriel wanted to hunt, felt the need to fulfill her childhood dreams. But most of all, she needed to be with Dean. Forever.
She knew he would never let her go, of course. She could hear his answers already. "It's too dangerous." "You're young; you don't know what you're asking." "You'd get yourself killed." So, she didn't bother asking.
He told her about Sammy, how much he missed his younger brother but didn't know how to tell him.
When she found out about the fire and the death of Sam's girlfriend, she wanted to find Dean and just hold him to ease the pain. She figured he was being strong, for his brother's sake, but the whole incident probably just rekindled the memory of his mother's death. She didn’t know what to say though, or if he would even want her there. So she stayed put; let the brothers bond again. She was unsure of how that made her feel. There was a spark in Dean’s eyes when he talked about his Sammy. Gabriel wondered how close the brothers once had been, how close Dean wanted them to be.
But now that Dean was in the hospital, in a coma was what Veronica had managed to weasel out of a nurse on duty one night after Gabriel’s persistence, she didn’t hesitate to jump on the first plane out.
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Once Dean was stable enough, Sam had him moved to the best hospital in New Jersey. The doctors had told him it was useless, there was nothing that could be done. If Dean ever woke up, it would just take time. But Sam never was a guy to listen to what couldn’t be done. Dr. House was said to work miracles. Sam just had to be careful to check for alters and crosses this time around.
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Dean awoke to find a blonde peering closely into his face. She leaned back when she saw his eyes open, a satisfied look on her face, as if it were her doing.
She was pretty, in a classic beauty sort of way. She had the appeal of a black and white film star. He could just imagine King Kong carrying her up the Empire State building.
She frowned looking from him to a yellow post-it stuck across her index finger to a delicate silver watch snapped on her wrist.
"Well, we've got some time to kill." She laughed lightly at herself and seemed disappointed at Dean's inability to find the humor in it all.
"You'll appreciate that later," she said. Then she held out a well-manicured hand. "I'm Daisy. Daisy Adair."
Author: TrademarkDamsel
Fandoms:Dead Like Me, brief mentions of characters from House and Veronica Mars
Pairings/Characters: implied Sam/Dean, Dean/OF
Rating: PG
Warnings: implied Slash
Word Count: 779
Spoilers: Through Devil's Trap and AU of In My Time of Dying
Summary: a follow-up to my story Regrets http://trademarkdamsel.livejournal.com/429.html#cutid1. Gabriel's thoughts as she goes to find Dean who awakens from his coma to find a interesting vistor.
Notes: Please be kind and leave me much feedback, this is my second Supernatural fic. Of course, I own none of the characters, but if the CW would be kind enough to give me Dean and maybe Logan from VM as a late Christmas present, I could die happy.
If the guy had not been born under such a bad sign than she would never had had a chance with him. She wasn't stupid. She knew he was broken, scared to death of the thought of anyone leaving him. In another life, he could have been a model or actor. Worshipped for that smile that could make any woman melt. He still had women falling at his feet, but it wasn't the same. Dean Winchester was the best thing that ever happened to her and if he died . . . Gabriel couldn't even bear the thought.
It had been a two weeks since the accident. Gabriel had been keeping tabs on the brothers for a year now. A few weeks after starting Hearst College, she met a sassy high school senior by the name of Veronica who had the nifty talent of being one hell of a private eye. Sure, Veronica found it odd that Gabriel was paying her to found out all she could about supernatural activities taking place across the states, but the girl had enough of her own problems and money was money. Sometimes, wanting to make sure she was still on the right trail, Gabriel would fly out during a break from school to one of the latest paranormal sites. She would wait until she was sure the case was solved and ask anyone she could about two brothers passing through.
Dean had told her all about the hunting. He figured it would scare her like his last girlfriend, drive her away. She could see it in his eyes. God, she loved those eyes. Once a boy had told her she had "commanding eyes". If it was true, they paled in comparison to Dean's.
But she didn't run, didn't even flinch. If just felt . . . right, knowing that there really were creatures that went bump in the night. She had grown up in her own fantasy world, inspired by films like Labyrinth and shows like Buffy, filled with vampires, werewolves, and anything else imaginable. Gabriel wanted to hunt, felt the need to fulfill her childhood dreams. But most of all, she needed to be with Dean. Forever.
She knew he would never let her go, of course. She could hear his answers already. "It's too dangerous." "You're young; you don't know what you're asking." "You'd get yourself killed." So, she didn't bother asking.
He told her about Sammy, how much he missed his younger brother but didn't know how to tell him.
When she found out about the fire and the death of Sam's girlfriend, she wanted to find Dean and just hold him to ease the pain. She figured he was being strong, for his brother's sake, but the whole incident probably just rekindled the memory of his mother's death. She didn’t know what to say though, or if he would even want her there. So she stayed put; let the brothers bond again. She was unsure of how that made her feel. There was a spark in Dean’s eyes when he talked about his Sammy. Gabriel wondered how close the brothers once had been, how close Dean wanted them to be.
But now that Dean was in the hospital, in a coma was what Veronica had managed to weasel out of a nurse on duty one night after Gabriel’s persistence, she didn’t hesitate to jump on the first plane out.
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Once Dean was stable enough, Sam had him moved to the best hospital in New Jersey. The doctors had told him it was useless, there was nothing that could be done. If Dean ever woke up, it would just take time. But Sam never was a guy to listen to what couldn’t be done. Dr. House was said to work miracles. Sam just had to be careful to check for alters and crosses this time around.
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Dean awoke to find a blonde peering closely into his face. She leaned back when she saw his eyes open, a satisfied look on her face, as if it were her doing.
She was pretty, in a classic beauty sort of way. She had the appeal of a black and white film star. He could just imagine King Kong carrying her up the Empire State building.
She frowned looking from him to a yellow post-it stuck across her index finger to a delicate silver watch snapped on her wrist.
"Well, we've got some time to kill." She laughed lightly at herself and seemed disappointed at Dean's inability to find the humor in it all.
"You'll appreciate that later," she said. Then she held out a well-manicured hand. "I'm Daisy. Daisy Adair."