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i've never heard your laugh before. i love it.
they're plopped outside an empty football field. dean's always found them a little creepy in their own right. all the tall lights stretching up like metallic claws into the night's sky. pitch black from the dark turning them into outlines of jagged edges at the top. once, when he was a kid, he remembers leaning against one and he swore he saw it start to sway. thought he was going to be crushed by it and ran as far as he could trying to escape. only to look back and see it didn't move at all. just stood there, a monster made from an optical illusion and an overactive imagination brought on by sneaking out in the middle of the night to get some air and walk off a nightmare he didn't want his dad and sammy to know he had.
stupid job. ghost cheerleader from the sixties driving random kids to murderous madness. it was to the point his dad thought it might be demonic possession. looking back? yeah he could see how john might come to this conclusion. tonights? brought him to another field. in a town he keeps being pulled back to. another monster. just like the others. no ghosts though. these are vicious from the blood in its veins and tearing people apart with bare hands. or teeth.
he sees riley the first night he's here. they keep bumping into one another for the next few days. tonight? she's found him kicking rocks after losing the trail of his hunt. flask in hand and frustration making his jawline tight as back teeth grind together to the point of PAIN. she seems to take it as a personal insult that he's upset on her watch. ends up coming back with a freaking key lime pie he's got no idea how she landed and some beers. he's two slices in and starting a liquor and sugar high by the time one of her jokes hits him and his head tosses back, a laugh bursting out of his lungs.
'i never heard your laugh before. i love it.'
green eyes meet hers. a puff or two more of a chuckle and he feels his face heat up. fork jabs into his pie and he offers her a taste. not that she doesn't have her own fork and is more than welcome to dig in whenever she pleases. "yeah? well.. thanks. for giving me a reason to. and turning this night around. sammy's missing out. shouldn't have pinned him with all the bookworm work. but that's his fault for being a nerd." said FONDLY, of course. sorry sammy.












