#Dean moriarty x ofc

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Past! Dean Moriarty x Ofc (On the road)

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Pulled from A03 to get revised 10/2024

An: I rewatched On The Road tonight and once again, wowed by Garrett, totally gives me slutty Benny ideas PLUS the ending breaks my heart all over again, even tho Dean was a walking red flag and had a downfall coming but man - just like the first time I saw it, the "i can fix him, i can save him" parts of me were aching. While my logical part is like , "well, you had that coming buddy" lol. Anyway, instead of reading before bed, I've been writing what is going to be one long ass oneshot. Here's a sneak peak. It will post to A03 when it's fully ready. Tba. This is a rough draft share!

Warnings: angst , being lost, homelessness

When she stopped at the foot of the stairs, Dean rose to his feet with some effort. He was only wearing a light jacket over his hoodie, and likely no thermals under his jeans.

The zipper of the jacket is broken, barely held closed by the latch in the center. Even his shoes were a poor choice for the city winter, but they were likely the only shoes he had from the look of him.

Dean was a shadow of the man she last saw all those years ago, still beautiful but in a tragic sort of way. A little thinner, a haunted look in his eyes, even as he smiled wide at the sight of her. On his right shoulder he had a messenger bag and nothing else.

“Beautiful Talia.” He smiled wider as his eyes moistened with tears. His voice is different, it’s shaky, like any moment he’s going to fall apart.

“Dean.”

He takes in her appearance. “You and Sal, all grown up. You should see him - so sharp. He looks happy.”

“You saw Sal?” She resists the urge to step closer. Though they live in the same city, she hasnt seen Sal since last year, or spoken to him.

“Before coming here, “ he sniffles, then uses the sleeve of his jacket to wipe his nose. “Took me 5 days and nights along the railroad to get here, “ he stares off, his expression saddens, “hell of an adventure.”

Talia rubs her hands together, even in her coat she's chilled, and Dean is clearly freezing. But she's trying hard not to offer help, not to invite him inside.

“How’d it go with Sal?”

“Sal, my boy,” he grins, “he found his destination.”

“And you?”

“You know me, “ he frowns, unable to keep the smile up, “always off to a new adventure.” His brows tense as his gaze lowered to the ground. “Appears you found yours too, “ he chuckles, “you should have seen him Sugarpie,” Talia takes a deep breath as he pauses, she hasn’t heard that nickname in years, “two of you - me.” He gestures to himself.

She swallows before speaking, “how long have you been out there?”

“About two hours, maybe more…lost track of time, went numb.” he wiggles his fingers, then slides them back into his pockets.

Her eyes tear up, she turned her head and wiped them away, “um, where are you staying? I can call you a cab.”

“A guy on the bus told me about some place on 14th and B, I’m headed there. J-just wanted to see you, and Sal before I - “ he trailed off.

She always suspected Sal was the only friend he had left here, he burned all his other bridges, or people just matured and left him in their past as they did.

Hearing these words now from his lips, is heartbreaking, Sal really was all he had left. In the years past, especially once he spent more time in NY, Dean could walk into a room and own it. Now, he’s just a shadow, no one turns a head.

“That place isnt safe, Dean.”

“I’ve stayed worst places my whole life.”

Talia digs in her purse and fishes out her keys. She walks up the stairs and stops one step away from him.

“I can’t in good conscience send you there, so, for tonight, and tonight only, you can sleep on my couch. Okay?”

Dean smiles, the tears lingering in his eyes finally fall down to his cheek. “That's kind of you, I appreciate it.”

She breaks eye contact and passes him on the stairs. “Follow me.”

Every step into the building, up the two flights of stairs, and to her door feels heavy. She was so nervous her hands shook as put the key in the door. Once inside, she flicked on the light and welcomed him in.

Dean instantly sighs with relief as a blast of warm air hits his cold skin, the radiator bangs as heat fills the space.

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Past! Dean Moriarty x Ofc (On the road)

***this is a preview***

An: I rewatched On The Road tonight and once again, wowed by Garrett, totally gives me slutty Benny ideas PLUS the ending breaks my heart all over again, even tho Dean was a walking red flag and had a downfall coming but man - just like the first time I saw it, the "i can fix him, i can save him" parts of me were aching. While my logical part is like , "well, you had that coming buddy" lol. Anyway, instead of reading before bed, I've been writing what is going to be one long ass oneshot. Here's a sneak peak. It will post to A03 when it's fully ready. Tba. This is a rough draft share!

Warnings: angst

When she stopped at the foot of the stairs, Dean rose to his feet with some effort. He was only wearing a light jacket over his hoodie, and likely no thermals under his jeans.

The zipper of the jacket is broken, barely held closed by the latch in the center. Even his shoes were a poor choice for the city winter, but they were likely the only shoes he had from the look of him.

Dean was a shadow of the man she last saw all those years ago, still beautiful but in a tragic sort of way. A little thinner, a haunted look in his eyes, even as he smiled wide at the sight of her. On his right shoulder he had a messenger bag and nothing else.

“Beautiful Talia.” He smiled wider as his eyes moistened with tears. His voice is different, it’s shaky, like any moment he’s going to fall apart.

“Dean.”

He takes in her appearance. “You and Sal, all grown up. You should see him - so sharp. He looks happy.”

“You saw Sal?” She resists the urge to step closer. Though they live in the same city, she hasnt seen Sal since last year, or spoken to him.

“Before coming here, “ he sniffles, then uses the sleeve of his jacket to wipe his nose. “Took me 5 days and nights along the railroad to get here, “ he stares off, his expression saddens, “hell of an adventure.”

Talia rubs her hands together, even in her coat she's chilled, and Dean is clearly freezing. But she's trying hard not to offer help, not to invite him inside.

“How’d it go with Sal?”

“Sal, my boy,” he grins, “he found his destination.”

“And you?”

“You know me, “ he frowns, unable to keep the smile up, “always off to a new adventure.” His brows tense as his gaze lowered to the ground. “Appears you found yours too, “ he chuckles, “you should have seen him Sugarpie,” Talia takes a deep breath as he pauses, she hasn’t heard that nickname in years, “two of you - me.” He gestures to himself.

She swallows before speaking, “how long have you been out there?”

“About two hours, maybe more…lost track of time, went numb.” he wiggles his fingers, then slides them back into his pockets.

Her eyes tear up, she turned her head and wiped them away, “um, where are you staying? I can call you a cab.”

“A guy on the bus told me about some place on 14th and B, I’m headed there. J-just wanted to see you, and Sal before I - “ he trailed off.

She always suspected Sal was the only friend he had left here, he burned all his other bridges, or people just matured and left him in their past as they did.

Hearing these words now from his lips, is heartbreaking, Sal really was all he had left. In the years past, especially once he spent more time in NY, Dean could walk into a room and own it. Now, he’s just a shadow, no one turns a head.

“That place isnt safe, Dean.”

“I’ve stayed worst places my whole life.”

Talia digs in her purse and fishes out her keys. She walks up the stairs and stops one step away from him.

“I can’t in good conscience send you there, so, for tonight, and tonight only, you can sleep on my couch. Okay?”

Dean smiles, the tears lingering in his eyes finally fall down to his cheek. “That's kind of you, I appreciate it.”

She breaks eye contact and passes him on the stairs. “Follow me.”

Every step into the building, up the two flights of stairs, and to her door feels heavy. She was so nervous her hands shook as put the key in the door. Once inside, she flicked on the light and welcomed him in.

Dean instantly sighs with relief as a blast of warm air hits his cold skin, the radiator bangs as heat fills the space.

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