he’s convinced that she wouldn’t have approached him about this , if he kept his eyes away from her , but the longer she stares , the more impossible it is for dean to look away . he already has his suspicions about the reason behind the glares that she gives him , and as she approaches him , he realizes he’s not wrong .
he tilts his head curiously , as he tries to dissect what it is about him that makes her entire family despise the idea of him and her sister together . regardless , he has no choice but to appeal to what she wants to hear , for the sake of saving himself the trouble . ‘ i can assure you there’s no intention there . i dunno where you got that from … ’
he’d lost the moment eyes caught hers. maybe he was used to people tearing gaze from him - intimiation seemed to work for those that hunted the world’s unnatural creatures. however, jemima had been brought up to stand her ground, and that’s exactly what she did.
she can’t help but scoff a little, eyes rolling in a near perfect circle, ❝ what are you ? a prepubescent teenager ? ❞ she jibes back. grabbing the dirty rag from her apron pocket, she leans over the bar counter that kept them apart from each other, brow raising, ❝ i’m not stupid. i’ve seen the way you look at her. she looks at you exactly the same way. ❞ there’s a soft shrug before she swats his nose with the damp rag gently, ❝ jo deserves some happiness. i’m just not sure if you’re the right kinda happiness though . . . ❞ her honesty would be the death of her