The first time Dean saw the ghost a blonde woman had him up against the wall in the long hallway to the bathrooms at a club. Her fingers played under the hem of his t-shirt as she kissed him fiercely. A sudden cold draft rose the hair on his arms and neck, and when he opened his eyes he saw her behind the woman licking his neck--a girl somewhere around 16 who would have been beautiful except for the gaping wound in her neck and the pale blue-gray of her skin. He grabbed the blonde closer and she mistook it for passion, moaning and sliding a hand up to his chest under his shirt.
The girl stood there, watching, neck craned to the side.
“Let’s get out of here,” Dean said, and took the woman by the arm.
Cas walks back to Dean and it's then that Dean becomes painfully aware of how he's sitting. His legs are spread wide apart and Cas is walking towards him at this very moment it's not like he can change positions... Mmm, positions /godamnit pull yourself together dean, before Cas actually... Shit./
Cas comes to a stop between Dean's legs, maybe not realizing where he's standing, maybe not caring. "This might be a bit cold" Cas says, gently pressing the cloth to Dean's forehead. As Cas gently cleans the gash and bandages it Dean can't help but stare. He can't seem to take his eyes away from those pale pink lips hovering just centimeters away from his face, tempting him.
A semiprofessional psychic who drinks too much to suppress his overactive consciousness. He's gotta meet some old gods, fall in love, understand his true nature, and try to save the planet from a cosmic threat.
Cas walks back to Dean and it's then that Dean becomes painfully aware of how he's sitting. His legs are spread wide apart and Cas is walking towards him at this very moment it's not like he can change positions... Mmm, positions /godamnit pull yourself together dean, before Cas actually... Shit./
Cas comes to a stop between Dean's legs, maybe not realizing where he's standing, maybe not caring. "This might be a bit cold" Cas says, gently pressing the cloth to Dean's forehead. As Cas gently cleans the gash and bandages it Dean can't help but stare. He can't seem to take his eyes away from those pale pink lips hovering just centimeters away from his face, tempting him.
Great, it's that motherfucker again. The screen door bounces on the loose hinges, rattling when Casey kicks it open again.
"The fuck, man. Get the hell outta my yard."
"I'm not in your yard," the guy has the nerve to say. True, but he's hanging over the fence so he might as well be. "Casey, please, I need to-"
"I don't need your shit today," Casey snaps. It's too damn bright out here.
Inc Oh this is original, I don't know if that's cool
what's it about?
A semiprofessional psychic who drinks too much to suppress his overactive consciousness. He's gotta meet some old gods, fall in love, understand his true nature, and try to save the planet from a cosmic threat.