It was hard, and bad choice of adjective for right now when, hi, her hand was right there and grabbing and what the, but, yes, being coherent when... well, again. Back to the hand thing. Dean's knees did that momentary buckling thing again, as he let out an odd, grunting sort of sound in his throat, grabbing at the counter and dear lord. Maybe 'been a while' was a bit of an understatement.
That smile might have had something to do with it too, yes.
But... beg? She was making... Oh, no. Dean let his eyes flicker after her to the bed, and... that was... weird. Her movements. They were... different. Like... fluid. It sounded weird, but he'd spent enough of his life around the baddies and the what have you that hid in the dark to... study what was around him. And Rachel was definitely acting strange. Thinking with the downstairs brain, it was always something Sam made fun of him for. Damn.
Not possessed. Was she... Hmm. Wasn't much that had that weird kind of grace like that. Almost cat-like. ...Vampires, maybe, but she... couldn't be... Dean arched a brow, crossing slowly to the bed and leaning onto his fists by the foot. "Beg," he repeated blankly, fixing her with a steely sort of glare and pausing for a few long seconds. Didn't look like a vampire, but none of them did until they let the fangs loose. He started crawling a little forward, eyes still locked onto Rachel's, on all fours and looming over the woman. "Why."
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Date: 2007-09-12 01:53 am (UTC)It was hard, and bad choice of adjective for right now when, hi, her hand was right there and grabbing and what the, but, yes, being coherent when... well, again. Back to the hand thing. Dean's knees did that momentary buckling thing again, as he let out an odd, grunting sort of sound in his throat, grabbing at the counter and dear lord. Maybe 'been a while' was a bit of an understatement.
That smile might have had something to do with it too, yes.
But... beg? She was making... Oh, no. Dean let his eyes flicker after her to the bed, and... that was... weird. Her movements. They were... different. Like... fluid. It sounded weird, but he'd spent enough of his life around the baddies and the what have you that hid in the dark to... study what was around him. And Rachel was definitely acting strange. Thinking with the downstairs brain, it was always something Sam made fun of him for. Damn.
Not possessed. Was she... Hmm. Wasn't much that had that weird kind of grace like that. Almost cat-like. ...Vampires, maybe, but she... couldn't be... Dean arched a brow, crossing slowly to the bed and leaning onto his fists by the foot. "Beg," he repeated blankly, fixing her with a steely sort of glare and pausing for a few long seconds. Didn't look like a vampire, but none of them did until they let the fangs loose. He started crawling a little forward, eyes still locked onto Rachel's, on all fours and looming over the woman. "Why."