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

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

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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[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

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.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

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.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

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.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

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.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

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'."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

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.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

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?"

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

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."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

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."