You mean Dean can send owls first? :0

[wayward-son124.livejournal.com]

(Similarly backdated to pre-mass marriage annulments! Just after this.)



Rachel,

Being FORCED to write

how's Peter

Heard you died?

Uh. Long time no speak?

Kinda wanted to meet up. Less you hate me. Whatever. \o/


-Dean.

P.S. can I have my machete back

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Owl returns, looking...slightly wigged out

[racheltherunner.livejournal.com]

Dean,

Really know how to talk to a girl, don't you?

Have no clue, haven't talked to him in days bec

Yeah, why do you care

Meeting would be good. Nice, even. Get me out of the room.

Where are you? Never mind. I can smell find you.

-R

P.S. Lost it.

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The hut. Easy to find. Smelled just like Dean, although the scent of him was lost, slightly, under so many other people. But still, Dean was someone I could have picked out of a crowd just by his smell alone. Vamp noses were made for that.

Stupid owl had bit me and I was sucking at my cut finger, the taste of my own blood making my eyes go black and far away. Mmmm, Dean. He would be so sweet, I was sure. My vampire instincts were kicking in the closer I got to the hut and I ran my tongue over the caps I'd gotten. I couldn't bite him, not unless I took them off. And hopefully I'd not lose it that badly.

Nervous, and those nerves making my every movement turn into preternatural stillness, I knocked lightly on the door. My outfit (http://www.lip-service.com/style.php?season=web_fetish&shop_by=body&body_type=DRESS&group=&style=38-492&k=8) probably didn't scream 'ill at ease' (http://www.thereddoorstore.com/sexy/chic-45.html), but my vampire side didn't really listen to my common sense most of the time. Head tilted to the side, hair spilling over my shoulder, I waited for him to answer the door.