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013: [Location: Central, Kaylee's Ranch // Visual] Come Sail Away

In the middle of the Central district, on the edge of Kaylee Frye's Ranch, is a familiar '67 Chevy Impala. And sitting on the hood of that familiar '67 Chevy Impala is a familiar face, relaxing and basking in the sun. The admittedly fake sun, but hell, Dean's not complaining. He's got a cooler full of various alcoholic beverages sitting on the ground next to his car, a basket of fruit sitting next to him on the hood, and the casette he's got playing in his car's set to various classic rock songs.

All in all, a perfect setting for hanging out.

His tablet's switched on to visual without his realizing, so people watching will be able to see part of his face, the beer bottle in his hand, and the open sky above him. Occasionally he sings along with the song in the background, though it's usually low and under his breath. He's not exactly craving company, but hell, he wouldn't mind it.

[any and all are welcome. C'mon. Even if you don't know him!]

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Dean finally glances at her, and gives her a grim smile; her words echo his thoughts pretty much exactly. It's what he'd yelled at Castiel about, and it's the reason he'd felt like trying to exorcise Zachariah.

"S'what I said. Like I mentioned, the holy war thing. They figured they were gonna win, and there's nothing more glorious than kicking Hell's ass, apparently," Dean says dully. "The Big Guy Upstairs apparently left the building, so the angels were in charge of the whole thing."

'Smug bastards' is probably the politest term he could use at this point.

"Cas? No. He's not. He--" Dean stops, and frowns, guilt flashing across his expression. "He went against the other angels. Fought off a freakin' archangel 'cause he was on my side."

"But ya can figure somethin' all ya want but that don't mean it's gonna happen for sure. The Alliance thought the war'd be quick but the Browncoats gave 'em a good fight." Right up to the end too - which was an Alliance victory. Sigh.

"Those angels ... they're all moonbrained!"

Kaylee's emotionally charged statement on the angels fizzles out some. Apparently one specific, currently-in-Taxon, angel has a sound brain in him. Even if it makes Dean look a bit guilty.

"He did?"

"Yeah, well. The angels are a buncha ego-tripping morons." And his tone indicates that yes, he's irritated by them. He likes the earth just the way it is, without any fire or burning or demons. It's what he's worked against for his entire life.

And Dean merely nods on that last bit, thinking over what Castiel's done for him. It ends up spilling out without Dean really even thinking about it, staring at the ground again and speaking quietly. He sounds ashamed, almost.

"Cas tried to warn me about the holy war thing. But the other angels caught him and pulled him back up to Bible Camp, probably kicked his ass around for caring about the people on earth. Basically turned on his brothers to save us." Dean runs a hand through his hair distractedly. "I don't think I could do that, Kaylee. I don't think I could turn on Sam to save all those people. I just--"

Dean stops dead, and falls silent. And it's the awful truth.

"An' that was all cos he tried to say somethin'? What's wrong with likin' people. I thought the angels were supposed to be watchin' over us, not ... beatin' on the ones who really do care." She wholeheartedly agrees - those angels are missing way too many functioning brain bits.

Wait.

"Turn on-" But that's his brother. She could never turn on her own for anything. The thought is horrific. Were those angels demanding he do just that? Turn on his brother?

She moves without thinking to wrap her arms around him.

Dean doesn't answer the first part, because that's exactly his same thoughts, again. The angels aren't exactly a bunch of fluffy harp-players, Dean's come to find out, and he's not sure that he's a fan. In fact, scratch that, he's definitely not a fan.

Except for Castiel. He owes Castiel his life. Literally.

The thought of turning on Sam, having to erase him or hurt him, even, hurts. There isn't a way in any world Dean could do it. When Kaylee turns to wrap her arms around him, he stiffens at first, startled, but the moment his brain catches up with his instincts, he's holding her tightly, face buried in her hair.

It's comforting, but weird. Hugs aren't exactly the way that Winchesters deal with anything.

Right now she believes they're a bunch of crazies with fluffy white wings. It doesn't really match up too well with the stories she knows from when she was little.

Kaylee knows a hug won't fix much of anything in this situation but right now it just feels nice. Solid. And she continues to keep her arms tight around him and will until stopped.

It's really a disappointment to Dean, too. He's never believed in angels, and now that he does know that they exist, it hasn't changed a single thing. The world is still a mess, and the angels are just as bad as the demons. There's no winning.

And while the hug doesn't fix anything, it helps. Dean won't cry, won't let himself do anything weak around Kaylee, but the hug is different. It lets him know for now, he hasn't got anything to worry about losing right now. ~~Unless Kaylee leaves, but he's ignoring that.~~

When he finally loosens his grip, he pulls back slightly, gently, and lets his fingers drop to her chin, lifting it up so he can kiss her. It's not like his other ones. This kiss is softer, almost a thank you.

Because Dean's not sure how else to show it.

The world, the 'Verse is a mess. Angels and demons or just the humans in the Alliance. Apparently it made no major difference. Either way saw war and loss.

So she keeps hugging him. ~~That is not something she gives much thought to. Best to think that they are either stuck for a long time or able to choose when to go back.~~

She's reluctant to ease her grip but she does so. It's not for nothing though. She's kissed and been kissed so many ways but this is different. She returns it just as softly, not wanting to ruin any part of the moment.

And either way, innocent people were dying. It's not something Dean approves of or wants anywhere, anytime, any universe.

Kaylee responding the way she does (so softly, gently) nearly kills Dean, and he breathes in sharply when he pulls away from the kiss. For a moment, he stares at her, and then leans forward, resting his forehead against hers for just a moment.

"Didn't mean to let that all out on you. Sorry, sweetheart."

She stands quietly as Dean stares and then blinks a few times when her vision is suddenly full of an extreme close-up of one Dean Winchester. She could count freckles right now if she wanted.

Once his apology is out she shakes her head slightly in the negative. "Ain't no need to fret. 'm real glad ya told me." Mystery on the burn? Solved, and with extra bonus information thrown in. "Wish I could help but ya know I'm 'round to listen." And more of course.

Hey, one extreme close-up of Dean Winchester isn't such a bad view.

He's relieved that Kaylee had reacted the way she had. He's not sure he could've handled another Tara-like encounter, because as much as he appreciates and cares about Tara, two emotional experiences is definitely over the Winchester yearly quota.

"I figured," Dean takes a deep breath, and then pulls his forehead away from Kaylee's, flashing her a tiny grin. And maybe he'll sneak in another kiss for good measure.

Agreed.

Kaylee doesn't really have an emotional experiences limit, though it saddens her to see people she cares about not doing so hot. So she's happy to see Dean's doing pretty good considering what he just let out into the open.

Especially since he's snuck in that kiss. Well, two can play at that and she kisses back a bit longer before pulling away.

That's what Dean does best, really. Repressing is his specialty. And besides, why emo over something that's supposed to stay firmly in his nightmares when he could be kissing Kaylee?

Dean hums slightly when Kaylee pulls away, and he makes a protesting noise, pulling her back closer to him.

"I don't think I'm finished kissing you yet, missy." He scolds her lightly, slipping his hands into her back pockets.

There probably isn't much that could be chosen over doing anything with Kaylee. It might be her natural charm. Or just that she's admittedly better looking that the stuff he'd be all emo over.

She grins a bit when she's suddenly being held captive by her ... butt.

"'s that so? Didn't think ya were workin' off any set numbers for kissin'."

And that's the truth. Dean would much rather hang out with ~~and possibly sex up~~ Kaylee than sit and be depressing all day. Not only is it Kaylee's charm, but it's simply not Dean's style.

He gives her a cheeky grin this time.

"Nah, I'm just getting used to being spoiled, I think." Dean says, definitely not letting up on his grip.

"Spoiled? Well, that ain't too good for ya," she says, very much not seriously. She leans back a teeny bit like she's going to make another attempt to separate from him. Though she doesn't put too much pressure on his hands doing so since she's not about to cause him actual physical pain by messing with his bad hand.

"What next? Demandin' stuff in the middle of the night?"

Hey, hey, Dean doesn't like the moving. He pouts slightly, though he lets her move. His hands aren't going anywhere, thank you very much. He likes them where they are.

And that last comment would be Dean's excuse to lean in real close and breath out his next question against her lips, corners of his own lips curling into a smirk.

"Would you complain if I did?"

Hey, hey, Kaylee is clearly toying with him some because seeing him grinning is welcome after the heavy conversation a bit ago. Although that slight pout is funny. Someone doesn't like getting certain things taken away from them. Kaylee comes to the conclusion that she likes his hands there too so she stays put now.

Especially since he's quite close to her again.

"I might ... for 'bout a minute." She grins. "If I was sleepin' 'fore that demand's said."

Dean will pout if it gets him things. It's all about mastering the puppy face. Which Sam has perfected, and Dean has tried to copy without much success. He still tries anyway.

Dean chuckles, and kisses her once.

"I'd just have to make it up to you, then."

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