Live and Let Die (Dean Winchester)

[bonesliz]

Location: Pete’s Bar and Grill (Bar Area))(Time of day: 11 pm
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It tasted good going down, but it felt even better as it took its effect on her body. It was like ecstasy every time the warm red liquid passed her lips. That had been almost a week ago, and she could still taste him on her lips if she tried hard. Of course at this point the way blood tasted from one person to the next tended to merge into each other after about a week and a half. This had become habit for Elizabeth though; every three to five months or when she first came to a new area, the next month or two was spent feeding on the local population, possibly finding a new blood slave. Since she almost always only killed the homeless, or street thugs and the like, the police took minimal notice of these feeding sprees.

The last guy she had killed had been different. He had been an undercover cop trying to get close to the leader of a gang that was using intimidation and violence against members of rival gangs and the general populace to branch out and get more power. Of course Lizzy hadn’t known this when she sucked the guy dry, and the cops where spinning it as if the gang had found out about him and drained him of his blood; which of course simply made the former princess chuckle as she sat sipping a glass of Famous Grouse whisky. She flipped the TV off, put the now empty, etched tumbler down and left the Richmond Manor.

When she finally got to Pete’s Bar and Grill, she pulled her Aston Martin into an empty parking space and walked in. To be quite frank she wasn’t here to eat, at least not any humans. ”Your most expensive whisky and some distilled water please, in a separate glass mind you,” she said quietly, with an accent most Americans took to be British instead of Scottish, but then again she had lived for quite a long while, so perhaps a few accents were mixing, resulting in some basic sort of British sounding thing. Of course when she was angry her Scottish brough came out in full force.

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Tage: Dean Winchester
Word Count: 364
Notes: I hope this was good enough for you
Lyrics: Catch my Breath by Kelly Clarkson
Outfit: Live and Let Die
Speech color: c38ec7
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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean had just gotten done working a case and was off to get a drink, there had been a lot of people disappearing lately from a school. He had gotten a tip of him from a friend to look into it, So Dean was looking into why they were all missing. So far there isn’t really a sure answer on why, but he wasn’t going to give up that easy. Not in till he know what is happing to all these people. Dean is still trying to let Sam take it easy after everything, so that’s why he was riding solo on this. But he didn’t mind sometimes he like to work jobs on his own, it was like letting off some steam. Not that him and Sam aren’t getting along, they are getting along better then they ever have before. His brother is doing so much better now thanks to a little witch, something that Dean never though he would say.

Dean was not much for trusting witches, they never have had any good luck with them. Every case that they have ever taken involving them never work out for the good, they always make things ten time worse Not to mention Ruby being a which when she was a human. Which could be another reason they are real finicky when it comes to them.

Dean finely made it to the bar to have a drink, so he parked his baby and made his way inside. He was beginning to like this place, not only did they have great food but its also the place that he met back up with the girl of his dreams Lisa. So this place will always remind him of that, plus Dean cant lie he loves the food here they have the best pie. He then walked over taking his seat at the bar. “Can I have a beer please?” He asked the bartender. He couldn’t help but notice the order that the girl had made next to him. It made Dean wonder why the two glass order but to each its own he guessed. “Hey how are you tonight? I cant wait to have a beer I have been dying for one all day, how about you.” He said trying to make conversation.

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[bonesliz]

Location: Pete’s Bar and Grill (Bar Area))(Time of day: 11 pm
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Her booze arrived just as a young man sat down, but Elizabeth didn’t actually turn to look at him. She simply poured about half of the water into her Glennfidditch whisky, before raising it to her lips and letting the amber liquid roll down her throat. She closed her eyes, enjoying the bouquet the rolled across her tongue. This was a good year, and the bar tender had chosen well. To a Scott, good whisky was like good wine to the French, neither of which she liked anyway. Elizabeth glanced down at the black dress she was wearing and had to wonder why the hell she had even pulled it from the closet, much less put it on.

Because a princess never goes out without looking her best, a voice said in her head. But I’m not a princess anymore. My kingdom isn’t even independent,

[/color] was the bitter counter from her mind. She tossed back the rest of the whisky, and raised her hand for another. As the bar tender went off to fetch it, the man beside her spoke up. She almost scuffed out loud at his words about beer. To her beer for the drink of those who had no money. Perhaps she could at least give him a taste of what it was like to have money. ”How about you forget your cheap beer, and let me buy you some top shelf whisky, or whatever you fancy,” she said in her odd, rather flat British accent that possibly sounded rather fake, but with a hint of Scottish on the word ‘whisky’.

She put a smile on her face and turned towards him. As Elizabeth’s eyes fell on his face, her smile faltered and anger and hatred flashed through her eyes for a mere fraction of a second before she recovered, hoping he hadn’t noticed. To cover, she quickly held her hand out for him to shake. ”I’m Elizabeth Bruce,” she said, widening her smile slightly.

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Tage: Dean Winchester
Word Count: 328
Notes:
Lyrics: Catch my Breath by Kelly Clarkson
Outfit: Live and Let Die
Speech color: c38ec7
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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean was taken a bit by the girls response, he was not expecting to hear her say that at all. He could tell this girl knew her liquor, which Dean did like. “Well I like cheep beer its not to bad, but I’m so down for some top shelf whiskey. With the day I have had I so need it, getting drunk tonight sounds like a plan.” he told her. This girl seemed nice enough, so he figured why not kick back a few with her. It wasn’t like he had anything else to do. Sam as back at the motel still trying to get some rest after everything, and the case they were working on was pretty much solved. So he was pretty much free to drink for the night.

Dean quickly shock her hand back giving her a smile. “I’m Dean Winchester its nice to meet you, so you new to the town then?” He asked her. “I mean I drink and eat her a lot and I just don’t think I have ever seen you around here before.” Dean did eat there a lot he couldn’t help it, he was a sucker for the pie they had. Plus the drink prices were not bad. Dean hung here a lot when he needed to clear his head about things and think, it really was a great bar for that. He was surprised that the people that worked here didn’t know him by name. Dean had was coming her a lot after what Lisa told him about Ben, he was seeing them for dinner in a few days and was really nervous to how it was going to go down. He had no idea how he was going to confront Ben, or how he was going to react when he found out that Dean was in fact his dad. But in the end it was going to be great when he told him.

Dean then turned to the girl wondering when there drinks were going to get there, and what hard liquor they were going to get wasted on. “So what are we drinking?”

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[bonesliz]

Location: Pete’s Bar and Grill (Bar Area))(Time of day: 11 pm
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Even after centuries of living, Lizzy couldn’t help but give him a knowing smile when he said who he was. She may not have known his first name, but he most certainly had that Winchester look and feel about him. The similarities between the Winchester that had killed her late husband, and this man where rather striking, considering how many years had passed. Lizzy waved the bar tender to come over, looking over Dean while she waited, trying to figure out what to order him. ”Perhaps one of your American whiskeys to start?”She mused mostly to herself, her Scottish brough was coming out more the longer she spoke. Perhaps it was because she didn’t talk much unless she had to that it had started to go away.

Lizzy thought for a moment before answering his question about her being new to the area. She chose her words very carefully, and yet not one of them was a lie. ”I’ve been away for some time, and just recently came back to be with my brother,” she said a bit slower than normal. For most of her life, Lizzy had either cooked for herself and her brother or hired someone to do it for them. It was surprisingly rare when she actually went out to eat normal type foods. If she went out to a restaurant, they always had a bar where she could start her night of drinking before moving to a club or someplace like that. And during those times it was solely for the purpose of getting a slightly less kosher meal.

She swiveled in her seat to squarely face Dean, a smile playing over her face. Oh wouldn’t it be so much fun if she could manage to toy with him? Of course hunters where never easy ones to seduce and play with, but they usually provided some of the best entertainment if it could be managed. ”Pick anything you like from the top shelf, you tab is on me tonight,” she said, with a lowered voice just as the barman arrived and looked at Dean. Lizzy sipped her own Glennfidditch, her eyes on Dean still.

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Tage: Dean Winchester
Word Count: 358
Notes: There are tons of Scottish Whiskies. Lol Also some are like spcial reserves or over 50 years old.
Lyrics: Catch my Breath by Kelly Clarkson
Outfit: Live and Let Die
Speech color: c38ec7
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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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This girl so far was pretty freaking cool, and she had great taste liquor which Dean loved. There is only other girl that has been able to drink Dean under the table and that girl was Lexi, they have had so many drunk in nights together. It made Dean wonder how she had been doing, he really did need to catch up with her real soon. He had missed that vampire and wondered what the hell she had been doing. It sounded like she really was getting the good stuff, when she asked the guy for Whiskey which was from the top shelf.

It sounded like she too had a brother something that they shared in common, Dean only wished that Sam could be there to have a drink with them. But He was still resting up after everything, which he should be the guy had been through a lot. “Really I have been staying here with my brother too, he is taking it easy right now but he really is a cool dude. You Will have to meet him sometime he can be fun to chill with.” He told her.

Dean liked what he was hearing next, saying to pick anything he wanted from the top shelf which was very temping to Dean. It also could be very dangerous but he was going to go with it. “ How about some jagerbombs I think for some reason they sound good? “ Dean asked her. Dean then couldn’t resist he had to tell her another drink that he had in mind, plus for some reason he really felt like having one. “You know I’m not going to like purple nurples are the best, you really should try them. You know they will getting you pretty drunk.” He said with a smile.

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Tagged- Elizabeth
Outfit- Click To See Dean's Outfit
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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean laughed when she called her brother a man slut, he has heard that from his brother more times then he can remembered. But he couldn’t help it if he was slick with the ladies and Sam was not, he just had mad skills like that. “To me he just sounds like a guy that knows how to have a good time, you know I have been known to being quite the ladies man myself.” Dean said with a smile. He knew that wasn’t so much the case anymore, now he was back with the girl of his dreams. “Yeah but that was the old Dean, now I’m a taken man. I‘m with this girl names Lisa, she really is a great girl. So who knows your brother could change and do the same like me, find someone he loves and want to settle down with”

Dean was starting to feel good and was getting a good buzz from the liquor, this was just what he needed after a day like this. She seemed a bit taken by what Dean was talking about, just what he needed to make himself look dumb talking about a drink. “its just drink I tired once, its purple and gets you fucked up. I mean it is kind of a chick drink I guess, but like I said I liked how fucked up I felt from it.” He told her while taking a shot.

Dean was ready for another and he could tell that she was as well, he held his drink up with her for a toast as well. “To new acquaintances and memorable nights.” They both kicked back there shots with each other, then slammed them down on the bar. “Well that really hit the spot didn’t Liz, do mind if I call you Liz? I don’t know if you hate it or not so that’s why I’m asking.” He said asked with a smile. “So you said you just came back with your bother? Can I ask why you left in the first place?”

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[bonesliz]

Location: Pete’s Bar and Grill (Bar Area))(Time of day: 11 pm
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Lizzy shot him a look that said she found his comment on her brother amusing but it was also wrong. Yes her brother liked to have a good time. The problem she had with it was that he almost never thought about how much his ‘good’ times cost them. It was one of the reasons she had married a king and a lord nearly six hundred years ago. It was also why she had been married well over one hundred times since then; why she had forced her brother to marry half that many times; and why she was currently working as a model. Sure, they had tons of money right now; Lizzy was a wiz when it came to investing, but some years she still felt scared they might run out before their time came to an end. ”Maybe he will. I doubt it since he hasn’t yet in all these years. But maybe someday he will meet his Lisa, or Michele as in my case.”

[/b] She usually didn’t talk about James because it was so long ago, and people never assumed she was more than twenty-five anyway and looked down on her for claiming to love two men while being so young.

Lizzy threw back her second and knew she was going to need plenty more before feeling that feel good buzz. It did surprise her just how much Dean spewed out to her. She was after all a stranger, in her mind at least, and as a hunter, she would have figured on him being very guarded about his personal life. Maybe this Lisa was also a hunter and he figured she could take care of herself. A part of her also begged her to get to know this Dean Winchester better before deciding on any attempts on his life. Good news for Dean, she agreed with herself and turned to the bar tender throwing a hand up into the air. ”Bar keep; another two and make them girly.” She swiveled back around on her stool to face Dean.

Lizzy shook her head and smiled, almost playfully, like any other normal girl talking to a good looking guy. ”No I don’t mind at all. As for why I left...that’s slightly more complicated, but I guess the main reason was I need my own pace for awhile. I’ve lived almost my whole life with my brother.” She caught the shots that were slid down to them and held one out for Dean. They were bright purple and smelled like candy. ”After we moved back to the states from Scotland, Robert came here and I went west to L.A. Crazy place that city.” She sipped the concoction first before throwing that one back as well. ”Want to slow this booze train down and get a couple of whisky’s to sip on?”

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Tage: Dean Winchester
Word Count: 472
Notes: I hope this was good enough for you
Lyrics: Catch my Breath by Kelly Clarkson
Outfit: Live and Let Die
Speech color: c38ec7
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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean really did like Liz and hoped everything worked out for her, but he knew it would eventually. If Dean has learned anything things seem to fall into place at one time or another, it just depends on if it happens the way you want it to. Half the time with Sam and Dean things never seem to work out the way they want them to, but that’s the life. “Michele in your case who is that?” Dean asked. “Sorry I’m not trying to be noisy here I’m just trying to help. You know needing to know all side of the story.”

Dean hoped that she didn't think he was getting to noisy, he couldn't help it sometimes the alcohol does that too him. Make's him talk to much, asking to many questions, but most of all it makes him open up to girls. Maybe this is why Sam keeps telling him to stop drinking for this exact reason. But he couldn't help it he was having a good time and had a lot on his mind, so it was nice getting to open up to someone. Plus some of this stuff he was talking to her about, he couldn't talk to Sam about. But that wasn't the only reason, Dean was still trying to be easy on his brother after everything. The last thing he needed was to hear about Dean's troubles. She told the bartender to keep them coming, which Dean could agree on. He signaled him letting them know to keep them coming for him as well. Dean kicked back another shot starting to feel a really good buzz by now, getting drunker by the moment.

Dean could really relate to her, he has been with his brother his whole life as well. All these years on the road just them. But that was OK for Dean he didn't mind, he loved his brother and is thankful for still having him in his life. Even if he can be a pain in the ass nine times out of ten. "But needing your own space I get that, But yeah I have lived with my brother my whole life as well." He told her. "and I know how new towns can be hard so if you ever need anyone to talk to I'm your man." He said with a smile. This night was turning out pretty well, especially when she asked him about getting some Whisky. "Hell yeah that's sound freaking awesome to me, lets do it!" He said while raising his empty glass.

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[bonesliz]

Location: Pete’s Bar and Grill (Bar Area))(Time of day: 12 pm
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Elizabeth had just turned once again to the barman, pointing to a bottle of Famous Grouse when Dean asked about Michele; she froze. Oh no, had she really said ‘Michele’ instead of ‘Michael’? A sharp pang of guilt washed over her as it was clear she was quite a bit more intoxicated than she had thought. Of course it had been awhile since she had had this much to drink in such a short amount of time. Sure she could drink an entire bottle of whisky by herself in the span of about four hours, but it had really only been about two hours, maybe even less that she had been here talking and drinking with Dean. She put her have over her mouth with an embarrassed smile.

”I mean Michael, my late husband. Oh wherever he is, he’s probably shaking his head at me, but smiling about it. He was killed by a…” She cut off just before making an even more dastardly error. ”By a mugger,” she finished, hoping he was drunk enough to not notice the pause in her speech. Lizy had been about to say that Michael had been killed by hunters, but in her mind that would clearly give her away as something not human, and she was not quite ready to for Dean to know that bit yet. Lizzy quickly moved on to what he had said next about him being her man if she needed someone to talk to.

”Oh Richmond and I are old friends Dean. I suppose it should be me who offers that service to you,” she said as their drinks arrived. She slid the etched scotch glass over to him before picking up her own and taking a small sip, letting out a sigh afterwards. ”So what do you do?” She was pretty sure she knew considering his family tree, but making sure was always good too. She was also trying to not get him to ask more about Michael.

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Tage: Dean Winchester
Word Count: 331
Notes: I hope this was alright. Not quite sure where to go from here, of when he should find out. But I would like him too.
Lyrics: Catch my Breath by Kelly Clarkson
Outfit: Live and Let Die
Speech color: c38ec7
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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean felt bad hearing about the late husband that she had lost, it made him wonder what had happened. He could tell by the way she was talking about it, it really had been hard on for her. Which Dean can understand losing someone you care about is never easy, but then again Dean has never lost a wife so maybe he couldn’t. begin to understand. If Dean ever lost Lisa he doesn’t even know what he would do, or if he could even go on. Its something that he doesn’t even want to take, or even think about.

“I’m sorry to hear about your husband, that must be hard on you dealing with him gone.” Dean told her. “how long as he been gone now, I mean if you don’t mind me asking. If this is to hard to talk about I understand.” Dean didn’t want to upset her if he was asking to much, he was just trying to get to know her a bit better. She seemed like a pretty cool person that Dean hopes to keep for a friend, who knows maybe even her and Lisa could get along. Lord knows in this town she needs more friends, the girl does nothing but work, She needs a break and some fun for once, other wise she will go nuts.

It was nice to hear that she had been around the town awhile, Dean is always so busy working to the point he never gets to check out much in the town. “I might take you up on that offer, there is something’s about this town I don’t even know.” he told her. But then the question came, the one that everyone asked. What Dean does for a living, again he cant come out and say he is a hunter. So what is there to say. “Well I’m an agent that take on special cases, you know the ones that no one care about. That would be the job I do, just don’t tell anyone its kind of a secret.” He told her with a smile.

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Tagged- Elizabeth
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Note- I don't know ether, we need to think of something?

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[bonesliz]

Location: Pete’s Bar and Grill (Bar Area))(Time of day: 1:30 am
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Elizabeth swallowed hard as the descendant of the man that murdered Michael expressed sympathy for her loss. Would he feel the same way if he knew it was an ancestor of his that killed him, or if he knew what she and Michael were? Probably. He would probably try to kill her just like the other Winchester had killed Michael. And yet she wanted to. She wanted to just tell Dean what she was. She wanted vengeance for the man she loved, but she was starting to find it hard to push aside that damned voice, that last shred of humanity that almost pleaded with her not to. Dean wasn’t his ancestor, he may be the type to ask questions first and stake later.

Lizzy cleared her throat to answer him. ”Don’t worry about it being too hard. It will forever be hard to talk about, just like my first husband and children,” she said, knowingly dropping hints and clues. She didn’t know why exactly. Maybe it was just the alcohol, or maybe she wanted him to find out. An interesting chat or good fight were two good out comes that could come from it. ”It’s felt like…oh centuries since he died, but it can also feel like it was just yesterday.” She turned to his glass of whisky, slightly hiding her face from him as she took a long sip from the glass, feeling the slight burn as it went down; it vanished a moment later.

She turned slowly to look at Dean again as he chuckled and commented about taking her up on her offer of help around the city. The former Scottish princess smiled grimly. ”There are things about this city I’m not sure anyone knows,” she said rather cryptically. It was like a see-saw in her head, back and forth; call him out on being a hunter, or let him think his lie had worked, but maybe hint that she might know. Perhaps she could say something like…”Oh, do you mean to tell me that you try and catch ghosts and rid houses of them?” Her tone was teasing, and so was her smile.

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Tage: Dean Winchester
Word Count: 358
Notes:
Lyrics: Catch my Breath by Kelly Clarkson
Outfit: Live and Let Die
Speech color: c38ec7
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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean didn’t know why but he was starting to feel like she was trying to tell him something, or the fact that she was hiding something. He just though her stories seemed strange almost like she had been around for a long time, plus by the way she talked she seemed educated in away. But then again was Dean being crazy here? He was pretty drunk, but then again maybe because he was drunk he was in fact missing something here. In away it almost seemed like she wanted him drunk, but again he could be crazy and worrying to much.

The girl seemed so young yet she was talking about husbands and children, another thing that had the hunter wondering. By the way she spoke about centuries was another dead give away to something, because really who talk like that in less they are a vamp… Dean stopped in thought realizing what she could in fact be, and was speechless on what to do or say next. But he knew one thing he needed to find out if that was in fact what she was. So Dean had a plain, he took out his flask that he had in his pocket that was filled with holy water. “This stuff will add some kick to my drink.” He then poured some of it in his whiskey, he had some left over from a vamp nest he took on the other night. He then put it to his lips taking a drink. “Man I know what you mean it does seem like centuries sometimes, but drinking seems to make it all better.” Said Dean. “Here this has some kick try it, it will knock you on your ass a bit so watch it.”

Dean was interested to find out what was in this city he didn’t know. But he also was interested to find out more on Liz here. He knew by the end of the night her beans would be spilled. But then again Dean was starting to think she was pretty cool, so he hoped again that he was just nuts.

Dean also began to worry about what she was seeing that she seemed to catch on to what he was. He never said a thing about anything close to ghosts, for all she knows he could be a secret Agent. So the fact she jumped to that made him wonder even more about his curiosity. “What make you think that I take on ghosts?” He said laughing a bit.


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Tagged- Elizabeth
Outfit- Click To See Dean's Outfit
Note- He is going to find out what she is now, go along with it

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[bonesliz]

Location: Pete�s Bar and Grill (Bar Area))(Time of day: 1:30 am
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Careless, she told herself about the unneeded dropping of hints. It was dangerous enough in this world filled with hunters, slayers and other creatures without practically telling one of them what you were. Maybe a part of her was hoping he would just kill her so she could join her let loved ones, although she would most likely never see her first husband and children again. She bit the inside of her lower lip to fight back the emotion that threatened to flood her. Not now. Not here, her mind told her. She covered it with a smile and turned back to Dean.

"A kick eh? Not sure it's very lady like to get knocked on my arse, but I'll give it a try." She watched him pout the liquid in, wondering just what it was. It was clear and from a flask, but she couldn't smell an alcoholic fumes coming from it so she was pretty sure it wasn't vodka. Perhaps it was some new fangled thing kids used these days to get drunk faster so they didn't spend as much at bars, some sort of liquid drug she supposed.

Lizzy swirled the added to drink a few times before raising it for a sip. She stopped before taking one though when he asked her why she instantly thought he hunted ghosts. She set the glass down and though for a moment. "Well I suppose it was how you phrased it. You said you take on the cases that no one else cares about. Who else but a ghost hunter would phrase it like that?" it was very possible the vampire had put a bit more emphasis on the word 'hunter' than was absolutely necessary, but if worst came to worst she could always play it off as the booze talking. She smiled a bit and too a sip of the holy water and whisky mix. It took only moments before she spit it back into the glass in a very unlady-like fashion. It was now far too watery and tasted horrinle...n worse than horrible. "You added more water...perhaps holy water?" She asked in almost a growl before leaning in very close to him and hissing in his ear. "I would have thought that as a hunter you'd know better Mr. Winchester," she said with a growing smirk of less than savory nature. "Or was that bit of information never passed down from generation to generation." Lizzy had always wondered just how much was lost when she had managed to kill the wife all those years ago. She hadn't thought at that time that the woman had had any children yet, but either she was wrong, or the man remarried. The former princess watched Dean, trying to be ready for almost anything, mostly for him to attack her.

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Tage: Dean Winchester
Word Count: 469
Notes: I'm really sorry about how long that took I really am. Also I hope everything in the post is alright and correct.
Lyrics: Catch my Breath by Kelly Clarkson
Outfit: Live and Let Die
Speech color: c38ec7
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This template was made for Elizabeth Bruce by BONES @ Broken Pieces

[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean watched and waited to see what how she was going to react to this, he had to know what she was or if she even was something. Even though Dean couldn’t lie he really did like her and was going to be upset if he was right, Dean was hoping to be wrong with this one. He didn’t want her to be vampire or anything for that matter, he just wanted to sit here and keep on drinking some beers. But he knew that he needed to still make sure she was who she says she was. “Yeah it will gave you a kick, what’s wrong don’t think you can handle it.” Said Dean with a smile.


She put it to her lips getting ready to take a drink, he knew this was it he would find out what she in fact was. She was right though he was a ghost hunter in away, but he also killed other things that went bump in the night. “Yeah I guess you can call me that, people call me whenever they think they think something is going on they cant understand. But hey someone’s got to do it, its not there fault they are nuts.” Said the hunter. He still was trying to act like he didn’t believe what was out there, last thing he wanted was her to know he was on to her.

Then she finally began to take a drink, putting it to her lips. Dean sat there watching patiently waiting to see what would happen. It took a few give or take a minute, but it wasn’t long before it hit her like a ton of bricks. She began to get up lashing at Dean, almost growing in away. But it wasn’t so much like it hurt her, it was more she was on to what he was doing. It seemed like she knew what he was this whole time, it was almost like she has been getting him to come out about it. “Yeah I did use holy water what of it! I wouldn’t of had to use it if you were a vampire.” Dean got up backing away from her so she could hiss in his ear anymore. He pulled out Ruby’s knife that he had, at this point he was done playing around.

“You know what I’m not to bad of a hunter if I figured out that you are a blood sucker am I’” He said to her with a smirk. He really didn’t know what she was talking about, what she mean by generation? Did she know some of the Winchesters, or maybe even his dad had paid her a visit. “What you mean by generation? I’m guessing someone from my family all ready has kicked your ass huh.” Dean said with a smart ass laugh.


Word Count-475
Tagged- Elizabeth
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Note- Its on now.

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