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tampered2010-03-09 12:40 pm
backseatangel.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2010-03-09 12:40 pm
Conversations in a car... [closed]
When; Tonight(ish)
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Dean Winchester![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dude_imbatman and Anna Milton backseatangel
Summary; It's been months since Anna's seen Dean back home, unfortunately for her, it hasn't been as long for him. There are a few things that need to be discussed.
Log;
Anna had taken Bobby on a long walk after dinner, and to be honest, after Dean and Castiel had returned the walks had been getting longer and longer. While avoiding things wasn't normally her style, just the idea of the enormity of what had happened since she'd been brought to the City still hadn't sunk in - it floated, free in her mind, jumping to the fore at any awkward moment to remind her, things back home were bad. And what she would go home to do... well, she couldn't make her mind up on that. Was it wrong? Yes. Was it necessary?
She'd done the wrong thing for the right reason before. That's what being the hand of God on Earth was about, smiting, fighting, getting her hands dirty because... it was necessary sometimes.
War was hell.
Still, when she walked up toward the apartment building and saw Dean just sitting there, in his car, in the only piece of home he had, she felt a wave of guilt. Back in her time, he was still facing the hosts of Heaven and Hell for her. To save her. And she was going to repay him with attempted murder and pain and she still didn't entirely understand why.
Maybe now was the time to ask?
She came up to the passenger's side window and tapped softly, "Dean, you okay in there?"
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Dean Winchester
dude_imbatman and Anna Milton backseatangelSummary; It's been months since Anna's seen Dean back home, unfortunately for her, it hasn't been as long for him. There are a few things that need to be discussed.
Log;
Anna had taken Bobby on a long walk after dinner, and to be honest, after Dean and Castiel had returned the walks had been getting longer and longer. While avoiding things wasn't normally her style, just the idea of the enormity of what had happened since she'd been brought to the City still hadn't sunk in - it floated, free in her mind, jumping to the fore at any awkward moment to remind her, things back home were bad. And what she would go home to do... well, she couldn't make her mind up on that. Was it wrong? Yes. Was it necessary?
She'd done the wrong thing for the right reason before. That's what being the hand of God on Earth was about, smiting, fighting, getting her hands dirty because... it was necessary sometimes.
War was hell.
Still, when she walked up toward the apartment building and saw Dean just sitting there, in his car, in the only piece of home he had, she felt a wave of guilt. Back in her time, he was still facing the hosts of Heaven and Hell for her. To save her. And she was going to repay him with attempted murder and pain and she still didn't entirely understand why.
Maybe now was the time to ask?
She came up to the passenger's side window and tapped softly, "Dean, you okay in there?"