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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Jun 27, 2011 18:12:43 GMT -5
"I'll follow, I don't want to leave my baby here." he told her as he referred to his much beloved Impala. If anyone knew him well they would know exactly how protective of the car he was. Especially since it had been handed down from his father and he had done a lot of rebuilting it on his own from previous accidents while on the job. So he was quite proud of it and made sure that nothing ever happened to it when he could. Though unfortunately sometimes things did not go as well as he wanted them too.
He pulled out the car keys out of his jean's pocket as they slowly made their way over the gravel parking lot to their respected vehichles. As he spoke and listened to Gwen he absentmindedly twirled the car keys around his finger causing it to jingle loudly. He did not mind having to drive twenty to half an hour, since many times before he had spent hours on the road. So anything less than that was readily welcomed to him.
"What sort of cover do you have in mind ?" he asked her quite curious as to what she might suggest for their cover story. It was probably a good idea that the two of them were on the same page so then they would not get caught in their own lies if they were seperately questioned by Gwen's so called hunter buddies. |
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GWEN MORGAN
ANGEL
HUNTER
Is this to be our fate?
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Post by GWEN MORGAN on Jun 27, 2011 23:30:16 GMT -5
The blonde couldn’t help but smirk a little at that. If there was one thing she knew without a doubt about Dean Winchester… it was that he was obsessed with his car. Well, maybe obsessed was not the fairest word but it was definitely one of his most treasured possessions. She fingered the locket at the end of her necklace thoughtfully before discreetly tucking in back in. Gwen knew very well, despite her angelic background, about treasured possessions and taking care of what mattered the most. There was a special tie that connected Dean to his car, so she had no right to judge and she wouldn’t.
“Engaged,” Gwen put a finger to her lip in thought, tapping it lightly before turning and giving him a look. It was a rather weak, half-grimace as if the idea brought back some memories. “I was engaged last time I came around. They didn’t know the guy or his name so you’ll do.” She then smiled, wiping away the last of the bad memories it brought her. “Besides, you make a good trophy boyfriend.” Gwen laughed teasingly. He really did. Dean was strong, handsome and had a presence that attracted the attention of everyone in the room. It was an honor to have him as a fake boyfriend, if he agreed to it, that is.
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