tcnetwork | Dean Winchester

Wanna meet me at the saloon for lunch

[She's got audio on because she doesn't think you can hear the sound of her having a crush in her voice.]

[She doesn't think one can hear, but those kinds of things are definitely hearable.]

Sure. I'd love to meet you for lunch.

Awesome. I'm headed over there from the tattoo parlor now.

[She swears she was once so controlled in hiding her happiness and crushing her own hope in things going good, too.]

[Things change in new places. Even he's learned that.]

Awesome. I'll head over there myself now.

Awesome.

[And to the saloon she goes]

[He'll clean the grease off his hands and then head out to the saloon himself.]

[Well she'll get to the saloon, and find somewhere to sit, trying to look like she isn't some combination of excited and anxious. It won't be long, though, she's sure.]

[A part of him is sure that he should get cleaned up, but he doesn't. No, instead he heads straight to the saloon. Not wanting to keep her waiting.

So when he comes in, he sees her and gives a bit of a smile.]

[Her eyebrows went up a bit at the sight of him and whatever mess he'd had from work that day. It was something that definitely drew her in even more as she gave a small smile back.

It was a good thing he'd decided to just come straight over, she was a flight risk at that point with sending an apology later. But that wasn't the case, so everything worked out fine.]

Hey.

[There were quite a few things that Dean had learned growing up. From Missouri and his old man. Leaving a lady to sit and wonder where the hell you were weren't one of them.

So he moves over and sits across from her, smile growing a bit.]

Hey yourself. Long day?

I usually get bored quick with anything that involves work but I actually like my job here. Didn't seem nearly as long as it could've.

[She laughed quietly]

How about you?

I don't mind the job that I have here. It's something that I know I'm good at.

That's good. So... Seriously, how'd you remember my telling you 'maybe in four year'? I barely remember when I ate yesterday.

[She ate. Definitely ate. But she just doesn't remember what]

[That gets a bit of a laugh out of Dean before he sobers up a bit.]

I remembered because I had make sure my memory was good when I was little. Especially when I practically took care of Sam.

[She gave a small smile]

Still, of everything from this place that could stick out in your head for four years, how'm I something that sticks out?

You're cute and you're you. Enough said.

How's me being me a selling point?

[She's blushing a bit though because alright was not expecting that]

It IS the selling point. If you weren't then there would've been a few problems.

And what problems would there've been?

[Because she's curious, no doubt.]

Hey, I'm gonna be going on a Hopper trip with Caleb Danvers. He watched after one of my friends when he showed up here and I figure it's a nice treat for them, also I need to talk to him about things.

[She needs a bit of Farkle Time, for sure.]

Just as long as you come back safe and sound. That's what matters the most, Maya.

[Jemma may have the official job of welfare checks on Dean and Sam, but she tries to make it comfortable for everyone, and she always brings treats.

Technically, she doesn't have to give notice, but she's confident he's not keeping Sam in a cupboard, or not feeding him, when she's not around.]

Hello Dean,

Could I stop in tomorrow, and bring a bit of a treat for you and your brother?

I just want to be sure you have all you need, and I've got a couple new textbooks for Sam that I thought he might like.

Jemma

[No, she didn't have to give notice. However, her doing so had Dean trusting her a bit more. After all, it meant that she respected him despite being a teenager.]

Hey Jemma,

I don't mind at all. I'm sure that Sammy would love seeing you anyway. And if you've got new textbooks for him he'll eat those up in a heartbeat.

Dean

[Jemma really likes Sam. Intellectuals drift towards like minds. She will keep providing books as long as he wants them.

On the other hand, she can't help but like Dean for all the responsibility he's taken on, but she's never as sure what he'll like. He's not easy to read like Sam.]

Dean,

Any particular preference on the treats? I'll pop in just after lunch.

Jemma

[Oh, he could tell that Sam liked Jemma quite a bit. Dean was okay with her because of how much respect she gave.]

Pie for me, doesn't matter what kind. As for Sammy, I'm sure he'd love brownies or any type of cookie you can find. Especially if it's chocolate chip.

Dean,
I now have a couple of ideas. Thank you,
Jemma

I stole one of your jackets and you're not getting it back. Like ever.

[When'd she do this? Who knows. But she did it. With zero regrets.]

Always be careful when keeping a window unlocked even if requested. Wild Mayas will take all chances to steal comfortable clothing.

[With the smuggest of tones but she looks so comfortable and happy.]

If you're stealing my leather jacket then be careful with it.

[However, he can't help but smile a bit when he sees how happy and comfortable she is.]

Yeah, well, maybe I don't mind wild Mayas slipping in.

Nothing's happening to my new jacket.

[Still with that huge grin]

That's good! Potentially foolish, but good.

Life is full of foolish things.

But yeah. Don't worry. You'll see this jacket regularly just. Not in your closet.

Dean Winchester

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