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jay-and-dean · 4 years ago

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Winter Cabin / Dean

By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean

Pairings : Dean x Reader

Summary : Dean is tired and grumpy lately, maybe the magic of a winter cabin and love can make him relax ?

Warnings : Fluff and Smut. A hint of angst and adult laguage.

Note : This is our third collaboration.

This is how it works :

We wrote the same story, and we did together. I wrote Dean’s Pov and @roonyxx wrote reader’s Pov.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

Wordcount : 5465

READ READER’S POV HERE

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DEAN’S POV

I look at the road, holding the wheel tight with both hands, a frown on my face.

I’m tired. I’m actually exhausted but I won’t show it. My body can wait, and my mind should just learn to get silent.

So when the woman I love asked me to get in the car, I just did, with little grunts and probably not much enthusiasm. But I did.

North. That’s where she wants me to go. North… Like it wasn’t cold enough in Lebanon right now, or grey enough.

I have been driving for a few hours now, in that specific blinding white light of snowy weather, and several times I had to wipe the tears of a yawn off my face.

“You know I could have driven, Dean, right ?” she says, bending to see my face.

“And risking damages on baby” I groan. “No thank you.”

I know I shouldn’t talk to her like that, she doesn’t deserve it. Actually she’s the only one to never deserve it.

“I do have my driving licence” she says with a little smile.

How can she smile when I’m so mean ? Something is on her mind, it’s like she had been walking on eggs all day.

“Yes but the road is frozen, and she only listens to me.”

Saying that, I give her a look, and a faint smile, to apologize for my abrupt and unfair answer.

Nothing goes right lately, nothing ends up right either. Nothing important goes as planned, and even the little things are going wrong anyway. Bacon burns, Baby has had a leak, glasses escape from my hands, I even hit my toe like an idiot this morning.

Just a bad day in a long succession of even worse days.

“Turn left” she says pointing at the road I’m supposed to follow.

“I know my right and left” I grunt again, pushing her hand from before my face.

“Maybe, but you have the reflexes of a sloth today” she mocks me like she does when she’s trying not to get mad. “So I prefer making sure.”

Y/n doesn’t let me be mean to her, and she can get really impressive when she decides that something is worth getting angry, but she has such a knowledge of me, that she always knows how to defuse my gloomy moods.

I turn left and wonder : Where are we going ? She told me not to ask, so I won’t insist, because I know that in the end, I will only find out when she decides so.

“We’re almost there” Y/n looks around with an enchanted look. “Look at those giant pine trees covered in snow !”

“Mh.”

“Look at this lake !” she keeps going into raptures. “It’s like a giant mirror.”

“Mh” I grunt again.

I would love to give her more than that, but honestly, it feels like my soul is sore.

Nothing seems to ruin her joyful humor, she seems eager to find the place she’s looking for, kneeling on the seat to look everywhere, sometimes taking my cheeks in her hands to make me turn my head toward something, or putting an amused little kiss on my temple when one more growl leaves my throat.

“Yes ! It’s there ! Look !” she almost screams when a wooden house appears in the middle of the infinite white forest.

“Finally !”

Getting out of the car, I look up to the little cabin. Its dark wood contrasts sharply with the blinding white of the snow, and I have to say, it’s pretty.

My eyes go from the place to her, wondering what she planned, but she doesn’t say a word, and just starts to take our bags out of the tunk, so I follow her, hoping I will find out soon.

When I enter the place, I immediately have my answer. The room is so warm, so calm, that the air itself seems quilted with the softest pillows. The slightly orange lightning gives the place a mellow atmosphere and everything seems made to cuddle or out of cuddles.

My tired eyes adjust willingly to the new, way softer, light, and I look around, impressed.

“Oh wow, where did you find this place ?” I ask Y/n, fond of the wide smile on her face.

“I have connections” she states, her enthusiasm radiating from her and finally getting to me.

I smile tenderly, not believing my luck.

She takes my hand and guides me upstairs, leading with a soft sway of her hips in the narrow wooden stairs.

My breath gets stuck in my lungs when the little fairy lights decorating the place hit my eyes, the tiny room is almost entirely made of a giant thick and fluffy bed. It’s calling me, like a promise that the soreness of my body could be sucked up by the softness of this place.

I walk to the bed and let myself fall in the middle of it, letting the silky covers hug me. Y/n joins me, her beloved smell perfecting my little nest. The light citrus in her hair and the comfortably familiar smell of her delicious skin make me hum slightly.

“Do you like it ?” she asks, turning to me to touch my chest like she always does.

“Yes” I answer with a little grateful smile. “It’s cute. Thank you, baby. I Think we both really needed a break.”

I take her soft hand and kiss it.

“Yeah we did” she nods with her smooth relaxing voice. “We’re both tired, you more than me because you always insist on doing most of the work” she cups my cheek to feel the rough hair of my beard on her fingers.

I should shave. I didn’t even take the time to take care of me lately, and I have too, for her.

“You go change into something comfier baby” she says when I feel like I could fall asleep already. “I packed your robe and your hotdog pants” I can’t help but let my tired eyes linger on her bottom lip. “I’ll get the cocoa heated up downstairs, okay ?”

My smile grows. She, alone, can erase all the horrors with her love and her beautiful keenness to live.

A few weeks ago, she talked about her love for winter comfort and laziness, I was too stressed out and told her I never had time for this… And here she takes me.

“You’re the best. I’ll be right down to help you” I say, forcing my body out of this mattress that is begging me to stay still, but she kisses my head tenderly.

“No need, baby, I got it under control” she assures me, getting up to leave.

Once in my pajamas and robe, I stand in the door frame watching her. She’s humming absent-mindedly while preparing this hot chocolate she only makes when she needs comfort, spreading the sugary smell in the whole cabin.

Unable to stay away, I walk to her and wrap my arms around her body to take a little more of this adorable smell that is so perfectly her and kiss her neck.

I want her, I want to lay her down on that couch and ask her to welcome me between her thighs, but there is no rush, for once, and I should let her do her calming magic that is already working.

“You didn’t have to do all of this baby” I murmur against her skin. “But still thank you. I already feel a little more relaxed.”

She lifts her arms to touch my hair and I nuzzle more in her neck, hungry for her touch. How could I be so engrossed by everything going on that I forgot to cherish the more angelic than angel woman in my life.

“I know I didn’t have to but I wanted to do it” she says. “Do you want marshmallows, cinnamon, whipped cream or sprinkles on yours ?” She turns to see me and a wide smile appears on my face. “Okay all of them it is” she understands. “Get comfy on the sofa, I put a bag with Dr. Sexy MD DVD’s on the floor by the tv, you can choose which one you want to watch.”

Of course she brought this tv show to watch. I was always my no worry moments, and with all that stress lately, I’m two seasons late. I kiss her cheek and let her go.

“God I love you.”

When she joins me on the couch with a tray full of wonders, she takes one of the fluffy blankets and wraps me cautiously in it, like she wanted to overprotect me, then gives me the mug before snuggling on my side. I can’t stop watching her with an amused smile and, I don’t doubt it, all the love in my eyes.

“Are you comfy ?” she asks.

“Very comfy baby” I chuckle at how adorably caring she is and pull her closer.

Blowing softly on the too hot beverage, I dip my lips in a hum, eager to feel its taste. And when I turn to her to tell her how good it is, she laughs.

“What ?”

“You’ve got whipped cream on your nose” she chuckles.

My hands are taken, one holding the mug, the other around her, but now that she says that, I guess I can see a white spot on my nose.

“Wait, let me help” she says, sitting up a little to kiss the stain away in a soft moan.. “Mhh delicious.”

I want her. I want to hear that moan when I lick her nipple, but now is not the time to get a boner so I look away.

“Oh you got twizzlers !” I widen my eyes. “When I was little, Sam and I used to do a competition of who could push it the furthest in their nose.”

I laugh at the memory of one staying half stuck in my brother’s nose.

“Oh my God, and you ate it afterwards ?” she asks, I nod. “Oh that’s disgusting!”

“Hey!” I protest, unable to erase my smile. “You try to keep a seven years old entertained 24/7, you come up with some weird stuff!”

A little shadow crosses her face, I know that shadow by heart : My baby is always a little sad when I talk about my childhood. I told her a thousand times, that I didn’t mind anymore because I was happy now, thanks to her, and that was all that matters. But she always tries to give more, just like now, even if with her I already have it all.

She suddenly gets up and takes back my still burning chocolate, making me pout.

“Come on !” she says, impatient.

“What are we doing ?” I try, but she doesn’t answer.

She’s putting on her coat, gloves and shoes in a hurry, so I look down at myself, wondering if I should change to actual clothes but as she already opens the door, I decide to only put on my jacket and my shoes.

She tugs at my sleeve until I end up outside of the cabin, boots planted in the untouched snow, freezing slow wind going through my thin pajama pants, right to my crotch.

“Why are we outsi-“ I start, but a snowball hits my chest.

She wants to play…

“Oh you’re in for it now !” I scream, trying to look scary but her face is radiant with joy.

I gather the more snow I can in my bare hands and hit her chest, making her take a step back at the impact.

“Hey ! No booby shots !” she points her adorable gloved finger at me.

She squats to take more snow and close an eye to aim, right to my crotch. I cover it with cold redden hands and feel my cock protest at the feeling.

“Oh no need to get nasty sweetheart” I wink. “You’ll be needing this body part later on.”

“Okay, you’re right” she says and my impatience grows.

I will have her, I… A snowball hits my face while my mind was lost. She’s laughing hard, with this kind of laugh that’s a little frightened like children have when you run after them.

I wipe my face, tasting the clear water on my lips and feeling the snowflakes melt on my skin, then before she can move, I chase her, catching her with only three running steps. My arms carry her to put her on my shoulder and I quickly, but careful to not hurt her, spank her giggling butt.

“Hahahaha ! And you always say I can’t throw !” she says, strangled by a laugh.

I look around, wondering what to do with her, and decide to put her under the tree branches, shaking her to make everything fall on her.

“Aaaahh Deaaaaan !” she screams, now covered in white, but she grabs a handful of snow and crushes it to my head, making me hiss. “Karma !”

The snow slides down my neck and a piece of it falls on the curve of my back.

“It got in my coat !” I laugh, a little tense, shaking my body to try and get rid of the freezing feeling sticking to my skin.

She wiggles and her pretty eyes widen.

“AH oh me too !” she screams childishly. “Abort mission ! Go inside !”

She runs inside cutely, making me laugh even more, and throws away her coats and gloves. Her lips are a little pale and I can see she’s shaking. I take off my coat, but I’m frozen underneath it.

“I’ll get the fire started baby” I say, knowing we will need more to get warm again. “Take off your wet clothes if you wanna speed up the process” I say with a smile, walking to the fireplace.

While lighting a fire with the perfect wood already dried and prepared next to the fireplace, I listen to her saying the mugs are still very hot. It is a good thing, because I am freezing.

She gives me the chocolate and I drink almost all of it in one go, humming at the sweet soft beverage covering the inside of my throat and making the constant lump in it disappear.

The fire is quick to take and the beautiful flames add even more warmth to the room. My shaking and redden hands open closer to the fireplace and I moan in relief.

I take off my robe, wet from the snow, and look down at the soaked fabric of my hotdogs pants.

“Underwear it is” I mumble, taking it off too.

“Come here, Dean” she calls me.

When I turn to her, she’s wearing the grey sweater she stole from me a long time ago, even before we got together. It’s way too big for her and I smile at how cute she looks in it. She takes several huge fluffy covers and opens one for me.

“Let me burrito you” she smiles.

“Burrito me ?” I chuckle and walk to her to let her wrap it around me.

She doesn’t just put a blanket on me, she totally swaddles me in all the covers, tucking it in everywhere carefully. Once totally swathed in blankets and surrounded by pillows, I barely can move.

“My arms are stuck” I say with an amused smile, but all she does is create a hood with the blanket on my head.

“Burritos have no arms, baby” she states cupping my face to kiss me. “Your nose is all red, my poor Deanie.”

I try to get another kiss from her soft lips but she put them on the tip of my nose.

“I’m not a poor Deanie” I say with a low and deep voice. “I’m a hunter. I’m a warrior !”

She chuckles, taking a step back to look at me. That woman could do anything to me, I would let her shave my head if that could make her laugh.

“I need to take a pic, you’re incredibly cute like this” she says making me wiggle in my prison of comfort.

“No no. Don’t keep ridiculous photos of me” I protest.

She takes a pic, laughing at my exaggerated grumpy face, and comes sit next to me, snuggling close and wrapping her arms on top of all the rest around me.

“My baby… You’re not ridiculous” she states calmly. “Seeing you like this makes me happy.”

I don’t answer, but just shake my toes -the only thing coming out of the cover- toward the fire in a grunt, to make her understand I really can’t move. That makes her chuckle, and that’s exactly what I intended.

Then silence falls on the room. The cracking of the fire and the wood are so relaxing, just like the smell of her hair…

After a few minutes, the cold disappears, and I even start to burn inside of the cocoon she made for me. I push the hood out of my head without using my hands and try to focus on the softness surrounding me.

But my usual thoughts come back, and the second they do, they start to become louder than the calming sounds of her breathing and the fireplace, louder and louder, until I forget where I am for a second. Questions and regrets turn in my head, worry and reproaches I have for myself.

And the exhausting stomach ache comes back.

“Dean, you’re tensing again” she notices right away, putting a hand just where the hurt is like she was magic.

“I’m sorry.”

I sigh, looking at the ceiling.

Outside, the weather changed, the blue sky became darker and snow started to fall heavily.

“You know you can talk to me right ?” she says with her head still on my shoulder.

I know I can, Y/n understands me so well, but bad habits are hard to get rid of. I’m just used to keeping everything inside until it eats me alive…. But I want to enjoy winter and cuddle with her, I want to learn how to let go. That’s the progress I made in my time with the woman I love : I’m willing to be better, to let her magic work on me.

“I’m not over Mary’s death” I exhale, terrified by the words but already feeling a relief.

Y/n lifts her head and looks at me deeply, pushing the covers a little to free my moves, and puts a hand on my heart.

“I know, baby. No one asks you to be over your mother’s death so soon, or ever” she says.

“I’m just… so angry” saying that, I feel my eyes burn with tears instantly, and try to swallow everything back.

“You have every right to be angry, Dean. Furious even” she won’t let me close that door now. “It is unfair. She was given back just to be taken again.”

“Why ?” I let a tear fall. “F-first dad has to leave again after only one day and now…”

She closes her eyes for a second, and I can see she feels at least a part of my pain. Her hand goes to my hair to stroke it.

“I… I just have so much a-anger” I repeat, feeling the painful lump in my stomach grow and grow like it was going to explode, but I can’t stop talking now. “I feel responsible, I feel h-helpless and… and… abandoned.”

The lump suddenly breaks and it feels like I can breath again.

“You’re not” she says, wiping her own wet eyes with the back of her hand.

She opens the covers and slips her body inside, against mine. I put my head in the crook of her neck, like I needed to hide after what I said, or just be as close to her as possible.

“It’s okay to be angry” her hand holds my head tenderly against her skin. “It’s okay to be sad. It’s not your fault, Dean. It was cruel to make them come back only to take them again, but you’re not abandoned. I’m here, Sam is here, Cas too…”

“You’re here” I whisper, squeezing her in my arms. “Yes, you’re always here.”

“Look outside” she says after a minute.

I turn my head to the little window, nothing can really be seen through it because of the snow. I have no idea why, but there is something comforting about it, like the cabin itself was wrapped in a thick coat.

Her hand comes to my face to wipe the tears there.

“There is nowhere we can go for now “she states. “Sam is safe and Cas promised to stay in the bunker to keep an eye on everything. No hunt planned, just the snow and me.”

I search her face.

“You had checked the weather, right ?” I ask, looking around, still amazed by the magic of this place.

“I did…” she admits. “Just to be sure you would have no regret to be here, because you can’t leave anyway. But you’re not locked forever !” she chuckles. “I’m not a psycho. The snow will only fall like that tonight, and if we really want to leave tomorrow, we can. But the place is ours for a week…”

“I like being your prisoner” I smile.

“Now Dean” she pecks my lips tenderly. “We have all this time to talk about anything, or binge Dr Sexy MD, we have nothing else to do than relax. No one is waiting for you.”

I grab her thigh and tug at it to make her straddle me. She sits on my lap in her very oversized hoodie, her hair messy and her eyes a little red from crying. She’s perfect and she agreed to be mine.

I’m not abandoned. In fact, I never really felt understood by Mary or by John… I love them and their death is not something I will recover totally. But I have Y/n. She understands, she is my best friend and the love of my life ; and I wouldn’t feel so lonely if I just took the time to look deep in her eyes more often.

“How do we do that ?” I ask. “How do we enjoy winter ?”

A wide smile grows on her face.

“It’s all about laziness” she states like she was explaining something serious. “About being warm when it’s so cold outside, about doing silly things, eating like kids and never looking at your watch. Anything that makes us feel comfy actually”

I take some candies from the tray.

“Can we watch an animated movie ?” I ask, remembering the good time we had going to the theater to watch Finding Dory together.

“Yup” she nods. “I have Big Hero 6, The Lion King of course, Madagascar, Totoro, Hotel Transylvania and uhm… Kung Fu panda !”

“You packed all that ?” I smile.

“Of course, I took a little of everything.”

I take a deep breath and peck her lips, earning a satisfied hum from her. I think I can do that, with her I can.

My hand dives in the bag of gummy bears, and I grab a fistful of it, making some fall on the floor.

“Whoops” I bend to try and get them but she catches most of the little bears.

“So” she says with her mouth full of candies. “Besides getting diabetes while watching animated movies ? Do you have plans ?”

“Yeah” I smile, putting the bag of gummy bears between us on my lap to stuff more in my mouth. “Broiling marshmallows in the fireplace.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s in the diabetes category, baby” she nods.

“Building a pillow fort definitely, and cuddling” I add and her face lights up. “Come up with a new mac and cheese recipe. Making love everywhere and sleeping, I obviously need sleep. But I’m struggling to rest lately…”

A mischievous smile appears on her pretty face.

“Maybe if I tire you enough…” she licks her lips. “Then you will fall asleep more easily.”

“I like the way you think” I groan, putting the candy bag to the side.

She bends to kiss me, her warm lips crushing on mine before she slips her tongue in my mouth. My hands slide on her body, enjoying every curve, turning on my burning desire again. And while I slip under her hoodie to feel her skin, she starts moving her hips against my crotch.

My body reacts to hers instantly, cock growing with hunger for her, the woman that owes me, the woman that makes me the infinite honor of loving every damaged part of me.

She runs her fingers through my hair, her short nails scratching my scalp. She grabs my bottom lip between her teeth and I shift on the couch. I need to be inside of her so much.

“You’re perfect Dean” she says with her lust voice.

She sits back to push my shirt up and I help her get it out of the way. I love when she gets like that, when her love for me shows in her moves, in the way she wants me.

Her lips meet the shivering skin of my chest, and when her wet tongue finds my nipple, a jolt of electricity runs to my crotch, making my already hard cock twitch against her pants covered core. I moan loud, grasping her hair.

“Fuck Y/n baby… I need to see you.”

She undresses with a smile, revealing her naked body under the sweater she took from me. She looks like a present, all ready under just a single wrapping…

I bend to devour her breasts, taking a nipple to suck at it like a starving man, desperate to earn moans and gasps from her pretty mouth.

“F-fuck Dean” she breathes out, her head falling back, her nipple hardening against my tongue.

Her body gets lost in mine, I know how to trigger her like a freaking gun. Her back rolls like a snake and her pussy pushes harder against me, I can now feel a wet spot going through our clothes.

I will never get over the effect I have on her.

I open her pajama pants, and eagerly push it down, licking at her neck.

“I need to come home baby… please” I almost whine, with that voice only she can get from me.

She shivers when I start sucking at her pulse point, knowing exactly that it will leave a purple mark that yells mine, the kind of signature I love to let on her.

“Y-yes Dean…” she begs now, her hips desperately trying to get more friction. “T-take me.”

An animalistic growl comes out of my chest and I turn to push her down on the couch, hovering her. With one hand, I take off her pants and spread her legs again to sit between them.

“Fuck…” I groan. “You soaked me through your pants baby” my fingers go down to brush her folds, spreading her wetness all over. “So wet for me.”

“A-always” she gasps.

She is already far, already quivering under my touch and it’s beautiful.

My fingers push at her entrance, welcomed by throbbings of her walls and moans on her lips. I became an expert at her body, and nothing is better than to see her part her lips that way.

I start thrusting my fingers slowly inside her so soft body, taking my time to feel her, to watch her bottom lip tremble. My thumb gently grazes her clit once and that’s when she whines, grabbing my wrist like she wanted to control my hand.

“What baby ?” I whisper in her ear. “You want something ?”

“M-more, p-please Dean” she moans.

So I give her what she asks. I sink deeper, stopping only when my other curled fingers bump her entrance, and start working her, teasing her sweet spot.

“F-fuck yes…” she spreads her legs more, allowing me to move just a little deeper inside of her.

She lets my hand go, now satisfied by the treatment I’m administering, and she grabs her breasts, squeezing them. My cock twitches again, I know I could come just watching her if it lasted a little too long.

“I’m gonna come, Dean” she moans, arching her back a little in her bliss.

I move my fingers faster, delighting in the wet sounds coming from her soaked sex. She’s close, really close, and I want her to fall off that cliff.

“Yes baby, come for me, clench my fingers” I pant, totally mesmerized by my desire for her.

I kiss her and suddenly feel it, she shakes, and squeezes my fingers very hard.

“D-DEAN YES”

I put little kisses on her face while she comes down slowly, in little moans and groans that make me crazy. I withdraw my fingers and look down at them : they are gleaming with her sweet juice.

I lift my fingers, sliding them on each other to look closer, and smell. Finally tasting her on them, I hum.

“You taste so good, baby.”

She grabs my neck to pull me down for a kiss, almost making me fall on her, and press my body harder on hers.

“Take me Dean” she moans. “Come home.”

I push my underwear down, not able to wait a second more, I grab my aching cock and position it at her entrance. I feel her hands on my face, and her eyes on me but I’m too engrossed by the sight of me sinking inside of her.

When I look up, she’s staring at me with her lips parted.

“I love you Dean” she says, the last syllable a little strangled by me bottoming out.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

I gently grind onto her, giving her time to adjust before I start trusting, holding back to not just pound into her like I know I would if I let go. I need to be deep, I need to own her, to make her scream, but I roll my hips and moan.

She starts joining my moves and I groan in her neck.

“Feel so good, baby” I let out in a growl, involuntarily snapping my hips a little harder.

And before I can gain my cool again, she wraps her legs around me, pushing me deeper, caging me against her.

“Yes ! L-Let go Dean… Take me !”

So I do.

I let go totally, trusting her, she wouldn’t let me hurt her, I know she wouldn’t. So I hold her body and pound into her almost brutally, earning gasps and moans from her perfect mouth.

Her whole body moves with each of my trusts. She’s mine. It’s all I can think of : My baby, my Y/n. My love.

Her inner walls clench me, adding the most overwhelming sensation and I feel my thighs contracting.

“Yes yes yes yes yes yes !” she moans over and over again, encouraging me to go harder, deeper.

“C-come Y/n” I order, losing the rhythm I had until now. “Come on my cock.”

A sharp burning hits my back, she’s digging her nails in my skin. But all I can focus on is her orgasm milking my cock. She arches her back and screams.

“DEAN ! YES!”

I bury myself the deepest possible and come hard, an intense relief roaming through my body as I empty myself inside of her in little convulsion of my legs.

“FUCK Y/N ! GRAAH !”

I lose control of my body for a second, just shaking in pleasure above her, out of breath. I know I’m probably crushing her a little as my weight can’t really hold itself anymore, but she doesn’t push me, only strokes my wet hair.

“I love you so much Y/n” I say, holding her protectively.

“I love you too Dean” I can hear a smile in her voice. “So so much.”

I lift my head to see her, searching her red sweaty face. I know I can do this, I can enjoy this cabin, and winter and life… Because the love of my life loves me back.

“I want to stay the whole week” I admit, already thinking of making love in that incredible bed upstairs, about cuddling next to the fireplace and watching one of the movies she brought.

“Then we stay a whole week, baby” she answers simply, still stroking my hair in the most delicious way.

That’s when I feel it : I will sleep like a baby. As soon as I close my eyes, I will just drift off and dream of her.

“Thank you baby” I smile lazily. “For everything.”

I can feel her pretty smile against my lips.

“Everything for you, baby” she whispers.

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voidlaurie · 5 years ago

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House MD: Season 5, Episode 16 The Softer Side

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thankstothe · 11 months ago

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#house md #james wilson #lisa cuddy #gregory house #hilson #hudson #long post #screencap #s05e16 “The Softer Side”#discussing house like a feral pet of sorts #i understand #👏let👏my👏girl👏smoke👏crack👏#would be least of your problems tbh #wilson's obsession with house's happiness makes me dizzy #also hello cuddy not believing house can be happy and its all abt pain #then here and later she even “punished” house for avoiding it #longpost

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hauntedhouseforsale · 6 years ago

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https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/304-Croydon-Ave-Rockville-MD-20850/37100441_zpid/?

Knocking on the door, clipboard in hand, Hannah was ready for another routine house call. She had opened the screen door to knock on the front door and let it fall back closed as she checked the memo on her clipboard. The service request just said: phone dead. She was surprised the owner even noticed. Most people these days only kept the phone line because they got a better deal on their cable and wifi that way.

Whatever it was, she just prayed it was not a man who answered. Her line of work tended to bring out the most sexist tendencies customers could muster. Everything from a casual look down to oogling her backside when she checked cables to that ever so creepy invasion of personal space. Nothing had happened--yet. She was pretty sure she could take care of herself is something did but it was just nicer to not have to worry all the time.

Hannah was pretty sure it would be a woman though, because the house was well, pink. Light pink siding and deeper pink faux shutters nailed to the exterior of the windows. Hell, the screen door was all decorative curlicues. She didn't want to give into gender stereotypes here but, she was pretty sure it would be a very feminine person who answered. As she waited for the owner of the house to come to the door she glanced at the dead vine draped over a small arch in the garden. In fact, a lot of the plants were in some state of decline despite the verdant explosion of summer around the rest of the neighborhood.

YES! thought Hannah when the front door opened and she saw the diminutive frame of an elderly lady on the other side of the screen door. The woman had a frizzing bob cut and wore glasses with lenses as thick as the bottom of a coke bottle. Hannah couldn't even see the woman's eyes through them they were so thick. She was beaming at Hannah before she even opened the screendoor with a shaking hand.

"Punctual, punctual. So rare these days! Ah, but I'm so happy you are here my dear. Please do come in," and with a unexpectedly spry step she led Hannah into the house.

Hannah kept her head down--she had seen every type of house. Rich, middle-class, dirt poor, dirty, clean, messy--whatever. She was here on a job and nowhere in her job description did it say she was supposed to judge. She did however notice that the interior was also quite pink. Softer pinks, a warm beige rug, floral furniture. This woman had an aesthetic and she was sticking to it. She glanced at her clipboard again: Customer name: L. Robinson.

"So, Mrs. Robinson, what seems to be the issue today?"

"Hmm? Oh, not a single issue at all! Now that you're here, everything is just tip top!"

Oh no, Hannah sighed, she was off her rocker. Gently, she said, "Well, I'm here because you requested a service tech come to fix your phone? Is that correct? Can you show me where it is?"

Mrs. Robinson laughed while busying herself around the kitchen. Hannah hung in the doorway and looked around for any sign of the landline. All she saw was an expanse of checkerboard tiles stretching before her.

"Dear me, you are right. It's all dead, just as we all will be one day. Sooner for some, I suppose!"

That was only a little creepy.

"I'm sure you have plenty of life left, Mrs. Robinson. Now, if you can show me your phone...?"

"You young people are all business! Have to keep up with the times I suppose. I've seen so many changes over the years. It gets hard to adapt after a while." At this point, she was talking more to herself than to Hannah. Hannah breathed carefully through her nose to keep her impatience in check. She was so close to being done with her shift. So close to writing her last report and going home to her couch and a glass of wine.

She was so lost in her own thoughts that it took a few seconds to realize that Mrs. Robinson was no longer speaking and instead looking straight at her. At least, Hannah thought she was looking at her. It was hard to see her eyes through those glasses!

Shuffling her feet she waited for Mrs. Robinson to speak but instead the silence stretched out between them. Hannah became acutely aware that there was no sound other than her own breath. She no longer felt worried or bored or impatient; instead, the hair at the back of her neck prickled and her nerves screamed.

She took a deep breath and refocused, calming herself. Finally, Mrs. Robinson spoke softly and broke the spell.

"Oh my dear, it was so good of you to come."

She looked down and removed her glasses. Her head slowly lifted back up and. that was when Hannah finally was able to look her in the eye. An hour or so later, no one noticed a young woman leaving the little pink house with a clipboard in hand. Striding purposefully across the lawn, she climbed into a work van parked outside. She didn't look back as she drove away.

Five minutes later, the smoke that had been gently wafting out of the kitchen windows gave way to an inferno. Later, the news remarked how lucky it was that the house had been abandoned ever since the owner had passed away five years ago.

#haunted house #Haunted House For Sale #short story #fiction #creative writing

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bloojayoolie · 6 years ago

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Anaconda, Beautiful, and Cats: 0 9 SUPER SWEET, PLAYFUL, HAPPY GO LUCKY BOY. SUCH A GOOFBALL! GREAT WITH PEOPLE&OTHER DOGS TOO! A FUN LOVING YOUNGSTER TO BE KILLED - 3/7/2019 Beautiful, happy, and incredibly sweet, Gotti is a fun loving, playful youngster who adores everyone he meets. He is a veritable rock star in doggy playgroup, where he “wows” the ladies with his athletic skills and bouncy play style. We think he came to the shelter with another pup named Milo, but he hasn’t missed a beat during his stay at the care center. He seems to make friends easily, and his goofy, silly ways are so appealing and adorable that the volunteers have fallen in love with him. If you can give him a home, whether by fostering or adopting, hurry and PM our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance. MY VIDEO! Gotti and his lady friends: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9FTf4-sBvM GOTTI, ID# 55090, 2 Yrs old, 54 lbs, Unaltered Male Manhattan ACC, Large Mixed Breed, Taupe / White Owner Surrender Reason: I came into the shelter as a owner surrender on 17-Feb-2019, with the surrender reason stated as person circumstance- homeless. Shelter Assessment Rating: Medical Behavior Rating: I may have come to the shelter with Milo, ID 55091: https://ift.tt/2GSxq1y SURRENDER NOTES - Basic InformationGotti is a medium mixed breed male estimated to be 2 years old. Gotti needed to be surrendered because the owner is homeless. He previously lived with 1 Adult 1 Dog (Milo, also at shelter). Gotti barks and lunges at strangers. It takes time for Gotti to become adjusted to new people, but will become friendly once comfortable. No children living in previous household, but is friendly and playful with the owners two children of the ages 10 and 11 years old. Gotti lived with a medium mixed breed male estimated to be 1 years old. Both together are very playful. No cats in previous home. Gotti is not bothered when the client touches his food bowl while eating. Gotti is also not bothered when the client takes away a bone, treat, or toy away. Gotti did not bite or scratch a person or animal in previous home. He is housetraianed and has a high energy level - playful and protective. Gotti has never had any medical issues and has no known medical concerns. For a New Family to Know: Gotti will bark and lunge at strangers until comfortable. Gotti has a high energy level and is very playful and also protective of the owner. Gotti enjoys playing with balls, stuffed toys, rope and squeaky toys. Gotti is an indoor dog but is taken out for walks twice a day. The owner stated he takes Gotti and Milo out for walks once during the day and once during the night to avoid strangers. Gotti was fed Forest Blue Buffalo wet and dry food and was fed twice a day. Gotti is crate trained and sleeps inside his crate for about 7 hours a day. Gotti is house trained and rarely has accidents in the home. Gotti pulls very hard and also knows how to sit. INTAKE NOTES - DATE OF INTAKE, 2/17/2019: Unable to collar or scan for a microchip because Gotti lunged and hard barked at me when I approached. SHELTER ASSESSMENT SUMMARIES - Date of assessment: 19-Feb-2019 LEASH WALKING Strength and pulling: Moderate Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: None SOCIABILITY Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Moderately social Call over: Approaches readily Sociability comments: Sniffing room, checks in, comes over when called HANDLING Soft handling: Accepts contact Exuberant handling: Accepts contact Comments: Body soft, stands still AROUSAL Jog: Follows (loose) Arousal comments: None Knock: Approaches (exuberant) Knock Comments: Jumps up socially Toy: No response Toy comments: None PLAYGROUP NOTES - DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: Gotti was reported to behave playfully with the other dog in the previous home. 2/18: When introduced off leash to the female greeter dog, Gotti is initially tense and uncomfortable with approach. After exchanging greeting, Gotti appears softer, more comfortable, and engages in gentle play. 2/19-21: Gotti is soft and social with female dogs, engaging in brief bouts of bouncy play. INTAKE BEHAVIOR - Date of intake: 17-Feb-2019 Summary: Lunged and barked ENERGY LEVEL: Gotti is described as having a high level of activity. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION: Level 3 Behavior Asilomar TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations: No children (under 13) Recommendations comments: Gotti is reported to lunge and bark at new people. For this reason, we recommend an adult only home. Potential challenges: Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments: Gotti is reported to lunge and bark at new people. Please see handout on Fearful/potential for defensive aggression. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES 22-Feb-2019 Spay/Neuter Summary Post Surgery Note: 11:36 AM Pre-surgical exam, anesthesia, and surgery performed by ASPCA. Green linear tattoo placed lateral to incision. Start 1 tablet carprofen 100 mg sid po x 2 days as pain management 21-Feb-2019 Progress Exam Vet Notes: 1:45 PM per behavior, adding trazodone Trazodone 100mg tablet -- give 2.5 tablets PO q12h while in shelter 19-Feb-2019 DVM Intake Vet Notes: 11:33 AM DVM Intake Exam Estimated age:3-4 years based on dental condition Microchip noted on Intake? yes Microchip Number (If Applicable): 981 020 017 365 047 History : tail between legs; h/o reactivity Observed Behavior - dilated eyes and lip smacking; liked to have rear end against the wall even when moved to the side and away from the dog; would easily get attention with cheese reward Evidence of Cruelty seen - no Evidence of Trauma seen - no Objective BCS- 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears- sl tan dc, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: muzzled; mild tartar PLN: shotty popliteals noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: MI with 2 down MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, hair coat- areas of partial alopecia on dorsum; woods lamp negative on presentation CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Assessment r/o allergies (environmental vs food vs other) vs demodex Prognosis: good Plan: simplicef- 200mg po q 24hrs x 21 d's skin scrape multiple places- negative SURGERY: Okay for surgery *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

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diddlesanddoodles · 8 years ago

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HIDE

100 GT Theme Challenge! Summary: A college freshman witnesses an incident of ‘mythical’ proportions and it totally ruins her night. And a lot of other things too. College is hard, but it wasn’t suppose to be dangerous. Warning: Some cursing and mentions of violence.

Her Psych 101 textbook was laid open on the small coffee table as well as half a ream's worth of printer paper, all of them print outs from various websites from the obligatory Web MD to spiritualists forum posts. Two days worth of study, the knuckle scraping scouring of all available resources available to a student of Bridgewood University and the only thing she had to show for it was a migraine, sleep deprivation, and the one inescapable fact: She was crazy. Well and truly crazy, because there was no other explanation. She considered the idea that perhaps she had been slipped something during the party and had some sort of allergic reaction and then there had been all the alcohol. Though in truth, she had only indulged in a can of hard cider and a single shot of tequila. But she was a light weight and it had been her first real college party. She sighed angrily, tossing away a stack of papers, and fell back against the plush sofa’s pillows to stare helplessly up at the popcorn ceiling. The sorority house was nearly silent at this hour with most of the girls either at class, out and about the town, or sleeping off the prior night’s over indulgences. While she was very grateful for the privacy, she was also aware that perhaps she could do well with a second opinion. But then. Well. How did you explain to someone that you witnessed a murder and when pressed about what the victim or assailants looked like...well. They were tall. Like...really really tall. She’d been too scared, too confused, and...perhaps a little too drunk – tipsy? – to go to the police. Or to tell anyone. She sighed again, grabbing at her hair in frustration. “Stupid. This is stupid. Stuuuuuuupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid pants.” She turned her head to stare at an old portrait of a young women dressed in old fashioned clothes, high collared, proper, prim, and pressed. And free of the burden that was witnessing...well, whatever the hell it was that she witnessed. Somewhere in the swirling confusion that had become her brain, she was aware that she should be angry at Peter. He neglected to show, leaving her alone under the overpass in the cold foggy night. Stood her up. Well screw him. If he didn’t want to hang out with her, then he could have just fucking said no like a man and then she would not have been there when it happened. When they happened. Whatever they – or it – has been. Other than a murder. A steady, hollow tapping broke the silence of the house and startled her badly. After a moment to compose herself, and with a little effort, the girl managed to pull herself from the sofa and make her way to the front door. “Coming,” she called out when there came a second round of knocking. “Just a second.” She turned the cold metal doorknob and pulled the heavy oak door open and as she opened her mouth to greet the visitor, she froze and her mouth hung open in mute horror. “Hi there!” Said the man cheerily, waving his hand. She slammed the door shut and pressed her back against it, heart hammering and mind racing. “Hey – !” Belatedly, she turned her body over to reach up and lock the padlock and slid the chain into place. Stepping back, she watched door warily. There was an expectation that the door would burst open any moment and she went through her mental inventory of possible defense weapons. There were knives in the kitchen and iron pokers near the fireplace and...she paused and looked over at the small decorative side table pressed against the stairwell. A letter opener made to look like a tiny sword sat on top of a small stack of letters. She grabbed it and faced the door again. “I’m just here to talk, kid,” came the muffled voice of the man. The very regular man. The very not monster tall killer man thing she had the other night. How was he small? Smaller. How was he...why was he? How did he find her? Oh gosh. Oh...frick. Fuck. Fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck! “So,” he continued. “Can we talk? Face to face maybe? Kind of suspicious looking to be talking to a door. People might think I’m a little loopy in the head.” Loopy in the head –? Oh he did not just –! “Go away!” She yelled back. “Or I’ll call the cops!” He laughed. “And tell them what, sweetheart?” “Don’t call me sweetheart, jerk face.” “Fine,” he replied lightly. “Say you do call the authorities, Gabby. What exactly are you gonna tell them?” Bristling at the flippant use of her name, she floundered for sort of response. “W-why do you know my name?” “I know lots of things when it’s my business to know.” “Why are you here?” she asked, real despair beginning to color her voice. “You know why,” he replied simply. “You saw.” Gabby was aware that her hands were trembling. “I don’t know what I saw. Please, just go away.” “Believe me, kiddo. You don’t want me to go away,” said the man, his once chipper and light hearted voice turning somber and serious. “You want to hear what I have to say. Maybe not right at this moment, but in a short while you will. And by the time you come to regret your choice not to let me in and here me out, it’ll be too late.” She was quiet and considered his words. “That sounds a lot like a threat, dude.” “That’s because it is, dude.” Despite herself, she laughed, but it died in her throat quickly and she was left staring down at her feet. “Look. Gabby,” the man’s voice was softer, like his face was pressed close to the wood. “If you want this to go as smoothly and with as little to no casualties as possible, let me in. We’ll sit down and we’ll discuss your options.” “Casualties?” Her voice was quiet and squeaked more than she would have liked. “An unfortunate statistic. One I can mitigate, but only with your cooperation.” “Is that a threat too?” “No. It’s a promise.” The weight of it all was heavy on her shoulders and her belly protested, aching with anxiety and oh, how easy it would be to just open her mouth and scream bloody murder until the man went away. The man that was not really a man. Or was he? A man who could also be a monster-thing-giant-person? “Gabby?” She’d been quiet too long and she could sense the man-not-man’s patience thinning. “Gonna need an answer here, kiddo.” “If I let you in and we, uh, talk,” she asked, feeling as though she were in a hostage negotiation. “D-do you promise no one gets hurt?” “No one gets hurt.” “No one?”she pressed. “No one. That includes you too,” he answered. “Cross my heart and hope no one dies.” “You just said –!” “I know, I know! And I mean it, just...I was trying to be clever. Lighten the mood some.” “...please don’t do that.” “Sorry. Gallows humor. Kind of comes with my line of work.” She groaned as she undid the chain and went to turn the deadbolt. Her fingers clasped the knob, but hesitated. Gabby could not help but be aware that she was, in the most literal sense of the phrase, opening a door to a new phase of her life. With a simple turn of the deadbolt, everything was going to change. Even though it already had. She thought of her sorority sisters still sleeping upstairs, the other students, and beyond them she thought of the towns people. The things she saw that night...she was no fool in thinking that they could hurt – or kill – whoever they wanted. Resigned to the tide of fate she had fallen into, Gabby turned the deadbolt and opened the door. The face that greeted her was grinning. Someone might have called the man handsome in his tan denim work jacket and faded gray t-shirt and wranglers. Even small he was still tall, taller than her by a good foot or so and she was not a short person. He looked so normal it weirded her out. He could be anyone. Blonde hair, tan skin, and a rough stubble. His looks were completely disarming and average. Like he had been plucked from the cast of Seventh Heaven and tossed onto the streets of Bridgewood. Had she not known – not seen – him for what he really was, she would think he was just a nice guy, an average working man. She turned away and walked over to the living room, hearing the man’s boots as he crossed the threshold and closed the door behind them. Stiffly, she stood near the sofa and gestured at it for him to sit. The man gave her a nod and sank into the overly plush sea foam green cushions. “Do...do you want something to drink?” she asked inanely. “No need,” he replied. “Hopefully this won’t take long.” Gabby was happy to hear that and took a seat in the Hepplewhite suit chair close to the bay window. If things went south she could always jump out the window. Though the thought made her ill. “So,” she started awkwardly, fiddling with the letter opener. “H-how long have you been a giant?” The man laughed, scratching at his nose. “All my life. But you’re asking the wrong question. You want to know why I’m small.” “Dude, even when you’re small, you’re not small. You’re like six feet tall.” “You say that like it’s impressive,” remarked the man. Giant. Giant-not-man. Small giant-not-man-person-thing. “Because it is. For normal people.” He raise an eyebrow and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “You mean for humans.” Gabby paused at that. “Yeah. For...humans.” She closed her eyes for a moment to let the absurd sentence take hold in her mind. “So. You’re not human? Well, duh, I knew that. Kind of. I didn’t know that. Not because I didn’t know know, it never occurred to me to think you were anything but even though you’re clearly not. Are. Are not. Okay.” She sighed. “So, not human?” “No,” he replied with an amused smirk, gray eyes sparkling. “I’m not, nor have I ever been, a human being.” “So, that makes you…?” He shrugged. “It makes me what I am.” “And that is…?” she pressed again. “The fella trying to save your life,” he replied flatly. “Look, as entertaining as this is, I don’t have time to indulge your curiosity. And the truth is, you don’t either. I’ve bought you some time, but not much. You saw me – as I really am – doing my job. Which is bad. Let’s leave it at that.” “Okay. Bad like...how bad?” “Bad enough that when – not if – when it’s found out you’re a material witness to these events it’s gonna catch the attention of some folks.” “Bad folks?” “Real bad folks,” he echoed in a severe tone and then abruptly lighted and added, “And also some not bad folks who – like me – are just doing their job. Except their job is to neutralize leaks. And with me being one of those leaks, naturally I’m already on their radar. And now because you witnessed that little rendezvous the other night, that includes you. Sadly.” “Oh goody.” “No. Not really. The first group I can handle easily. The other guys are a little more...more.” “That doesn’t make sense.” “Something you’re going to have to come to terms with.” Shaking her head in disbelief, she threw her hands out in an accusatory gesture “So...so what? Y-you pull some...like, mob style hit on some guy-thing-monster-man-dude and now I have to go into some type of witness protection thing? Is that what you’re telling me?” “You’re fast on the uptake, kiddo,” the man said, leaning back into the sofa with his arms crossed, looking pleased. “Bolds well for you. Good indicator of strong self preservation instincts.” “Yeah,” she replied dryly. “I’m kind of allergic to dying. And pain in general.” “Aren’t we all?” he replied lightly and appearing far too at ease to seem appropriate for the current topic. There was a lull in the conversation where she took a moment to study him. After a time, she blurted, “Are you a cop?” He laughed, throwing his head. “No. No, I am most definitely not a cop.” “Then why do you give two shits if...if I’m in trouble because I saw what I saw. Which – by the way – I’m still not entirely sure what it was I saw. I was pretty upset at the time and possibly drunk. Okay, not drunk, I was tipsy. A little. But I was kind of preoccupied with other stuff and whose to say I–” “With what?” She blinked at him. “Huh?” “You said you were preoccupied. With what were you preoccupied?” “Oh...uh. A guy. Peter. He was supposed to meet me under the overpass near where...y’know. All that...stuff went down,” she ungracefully elaborated. “But he was a no show and then you were the show and now we’re here. Talking about the no show that became a show. So...yeah.” He nodded sagely and not for the first time did Gabby resist the urge to stab him with the letter opener. “So,” she said instead, taking a deep breath. “What’s next? I mean...” The man reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a business card, slightly crumbled, and stained with what looked like coffee. Or possibly dried blood. She decided it was coffee. More for her peace of mind than anything. He held it out to her. “You pack a bag and go to this address. Be ready, alert, open minded, and on time.” Taking the card, she glanced over the address. She did not recognize the street or the zip code despite it saying that it was located in Bridgewood. She glanced up at the man, eyes almost pleading. “What do I tell the school?” “Nothing,” he replied simply. “Huh? Nothing?” she gaped at him. “I have to say something. I can’t just –” “You say nothing,” he stressed, raising a finger. “To no one.” “What about my parents?” she continued, voice becoming desperate as the true depth of reality to her situation was becoming clear. Gesturing to the corner of the room, as though her parents were standing there, she cried, “I have to say something to them, I mean – !” “No one, Gabby,” he stressed, standing. She followed his example, pushing up from the chair. “I can’t just disappear!” “You won’t.” Those words put a pause on her panicking and she took a moment to simply breathe. “No?” “Of course not,” he replied as though it were all so obvious. “We want the folks who want to do you harm to think that harm has already been done to you.” “...why? Why is that what we want them to think?” “Because they can’t kill a corpse.” “Okay, so pretend that I’m an idiot and…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “If they think you’re dead then they won’t come looking for you. If you just run off, they have plenty of nice folks from all over to pick from to use as collateral to get to you. That’s how extortion works, kiddo.” “All because of what I saw?” “Yep. Sucks, huh?” The room was spinning and she head the clattering of metal before she was aware that the letter opener had fallen from her hand. “Why would they care what I saw? Why do you care that they care? Why? Just –! Why…?” “They have their reasons. None of which will make anything of this more palatable,” he said with a shrug. “As for my reasons, they’re quite simple. Guilt.” “Guilt,” she parroted. “...just guilt?” “Pretty much. I don’t have anything against humans. You’re entertaining when you’re not trying to invade and conquer everything. In small numbers, you little guys are actually quite endearing. Had I done my job properly, you wouldn’t have seen a thing and you’d have just gone home disappointed about being stood up by Peter the jerk face,” With one hand he gestured to the books and papers scattered about the coffee table. “Instead of terrified and questioning your own sanity.” “But I did...and I am. So…?” “So I do my job. Properly.” “And that means faking my death and hiding me...someplace?” He nodded. “Quick on the uptake again, kiddo.” Swimming in her own head, she began to slowly pace the room, not really seeing the space around her, but seeing it as a representation of her own life. Present and at the same moment, slipping away quickly and being taken into someone else’s hands. Trusting someone she did not know based on...based on… She had seen this man, the man standing just over there, change into a tall impossible giant and kill another man. No...not man. The murder victim, the target, had been a grotesque being. Monstrous and tall, not as tall as the giant man, but taller than any human with oddly green molted skin and huge jaws and long teeth like...like a troll. The giant and the troll had wrestled for a bit before the giant got a hold of him proper and...just pulled him. Not apart. There had been no blood. But the troll’s spine had cracked, loudly. Loud enough for her to have heard it snap. And then the troll was still. Unmoving. Dead. She had stayed to stare, but the man – the giant – had seen her. He saw her see him and she had ran. All the way back to the sorority house. A thought came to her then and she turned back to the man. “How did you even find me?” He reached back into his jacket and pulled out a bit of white plastic, holding it out to her. Taking it, she looked down to see her own face staring up at her. It was her fake ID. The one she used to get into the party. She had not even noticed it had been missing. Belatedly, she realized she was crying. “This is just...so...so stupid.” The man did not say anything, only standing and watching her. He seemed to be waiting for an answer. “Where...where would I be going?” she asked, voice small. Hurt. And scared. “Will I ever come back?” “I wish I could answer that.” “Which one?” she asked, a little hopeful. “Both.” The small spark of hope died with an undignified squeak. “You can’t tell me where I’m going?” “It wouldn’t mean anything to you for one. And secondly, I don’t know. That way if by some miracle on the other fellas’ parts I’m nabbed, your safety won’t be compromised.” “So I go to this place and just...hope for the best?” “The people I’m entrusting you to know their business.” “Like you know yours?” she snapped accusingly. “Better,” he retorted. “Which I why I am entrusting them with you.” “And why should I be entrusting me with you? Myself with you. My safety with you?” “Because the alternative is to go on with your life like this is all an unpleasant dream until the day, very soon, they find you and neutralize you. Neutralize being the nice clean professional term for killing you. And anyone else they feel is connected. Rightly so or not. People could get hurt. People could die.” “I feel like you’re just trying to guilt trip me into trusting you,” she grumbled, sniffing miserably, and wanting nothing more than to be anywhere else. Anyone else. “That’s because I am,” he replied. With a tilt of he head, he regarded her curiously. “Is it working?” She glared at him, scrunching her nose up distastefully and in a low guttural growl she replied, “Yes.” The man immediately brightened and clapped his hands together. “Good! Then my work here is done!” He moved around the sofa, heading towards the door with an almost skip to his gate. “Like I said, be at that address tonight. Be on time. Can’t stress it enough. And pack smart.” “Whoa, wait up a moment there, Chuckles!” Gabby ran after him, meeting him as he was already half way out the door. He paused, one hand on the outside doorknob, and waited expectantly. She floundered. She had so many questions and so many thing she would like to say – many of them unkind things and several choice phrases and some elaborate curse words – but instead, all she could manage was a bumbling stammer of, “S-so...what...what do...s-should I pack?” “Comfortable clothes. Stuff you can run in, easy to clean,” he replied and began to consider the matter further. “Nothing electronic. No phone, no laptop, not even a digital watch.” “Why can’t I bring –?” “Just because. Trust me,” he replied shortly. “And whatever...lady things.” She stared. “Lady things?” “Yeah, you humans have weird reproduction habits,” he elaborated with, to her slight amusement, a little red in his cheeks. “You might find...supplies are lacking where you’ll be going. So. Yeah. Lady things.” “I’ll add it to the list,” she replied dryly. “Anything else, Doctor Oz?” “Aluminum!” He replied abruptly as though he had struck mental gold. “...what?” she asked, the odd suggestion throwing her for such a loop that she forgot for a moment hat she was suppose to be freaking out. “Yeah, that’d be good. Bring a couple rolls of aluminum foil.” “...any particular reason why?” “You’ll thank me later.” “How many?” “As many as you can carry.” She stared with abject incredulity. Her fear was quickly being replaced by irritation and she could do nothing but shake her head in disbelief. “And remember,” the man was saying as he began to close the door behind him. “Be on time!” She startled out of her ire and lunged for the doorknob and yanking it back open. The man stood on the porch, open faced and inquisitive. “Wait! Just...what...what’s your name?” He looked taken aback. “What?” “Well, you know my name,” she explained with a half hearted shrug. “And it only seems fair for me to know yours since...you’re trying to help and all.” He turned his body to fully face her. He slipped his hands into his jacket pockets and smiled. “You can call me Elliot.” “I’m guessing that’s not your actual name,” she replied without much surprise. “Huh?” His smile widened and he pointed at her with his finger in the shape of a gun. “So quick on them uptakes.” “I’m just noticing a pattern is all.” “I will say one more thing,” Elliot added. “Names are important. They’re special things. Take care of it and it’ll take care of you. So be careful with who you entrust it to.” “So I need a fake name?” Elliot winked at her. “Any suggestions?” she sighed and leaned against the frame. “One that familiar and that you’ll actually answer to,” replied Elliot. “You’d be surprised at how little thought some folks give to their alternative name.” “Okay,” she replied absently. “Sure.” Elliot paused, hands in his pockets, and stared down at her for a moment. “I think you’ll love it.” She returned the stare. “What’s that now?” “I mean, sure, you’re kinda backed up into a corner and all,” he said. “But in the end I think you’re gonna have some fun too. Just remember to live too. Surviving doesn’t mean much when you forget to live along the way.” “Uh, sure...okay. Uh, thanks for that...bit of advice.” Elliot turned on his heals and walked down the steps of the sorority house, whistling. “Remember,” he called back to her. “On time with an open mind.” She watched him as he sauntered down the sidewalk and out of sight. “Why do I have the feeling the open mind bit is the part I should have asked about?” She sighed once more and pulled herself back into the house, already doing a mental tally of her belongings and where she could get aluminum foil close by.

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