#past!lee

[hunterleebrockway]

( meantforthefire )

"Only dangerous to ya, Lee..Ain’t  my fault that every time I’m gussied  up ya act like a fool and walk inta things.” 

"It's a shock ta' my system, Sweetheart--Maybe if ya'd do it more often it wouldn't be so much for me ta' handle." 

[hunterleebrockway]

★:to be snowed in (Lee and Charlotte when they were teens?)

Send a “___” for our muses….

The case brought them to the woodlands of Northern Minnesota, where word on the hunter’s network was that a wendigo was on the loose.  There weren’t many jobs these days that Marcus wouldn’t bring the two teenagers along to help out with, but the older hunter had put his foot down on this one; leaving them wait it out in the small wilderness cabin where they had set up their base of operations.  Marcus had set out at dawn two days prior with the promise to return by the next morning, but a freak snowstorm had hit in the night and dropped an impassable barrage upon the area.  Wherever Marcus was, he was stuck there—and Lee and Charlotte weren’t going anywhere, either.

The fourteen year old threw another dry log into the wood-stove, casting a sidelong glance to where Charlotte was curled up beside the window under three layers of blankets.  ”He’s alright, Chuck.  Ya’ ain’t gotta’ worry ‘bout Marcus…He’s prolly’ just hunkered down somewhere waitin’ for the storm ta’ pass.”

The blonde only shot him a skeptical look, running a finger along the iron band that encircled her throat, and turned her attention back toward the window.  

Lee heaved a quiet sigh, shuffling over to huddle up beside her.  He pulled one side of the blankets out of her hands, scooting in underneath of them to share the warmth with the other teen.  Charlotte edged closer; grateful for the body-heat, and her lips ticked up into the faintest smile as his arm wrapped around her shoulders.  

"This kinda’ cold ain’t even pretty ta’ look at," He complained, turning to peer out the window at the dim gray blizzard outside, "Folk’s livin’ up here’s crazy."  

Charlotte nodded wordlessly in agreement, resting her head on his shoulder as the two Southerners sat together in companionable silence.

Hours passed, and eventually the sounds of her breathing grew shallow and even.  Lee gently lowered her down onto the pallet of blankets near the wood-stove, settling in next to her slight frame before pulling the covers up over them both and wrapping an arm around her middle.   “Charlotte?” The young hunter whispered; blue eyes trained on the girls’ sleeping face.  Confident that she was out like a light, Lee leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against hers.  "Sweet dreams, Charlotte."

When the teens awoke the next morning it was to a warm, dry, and rather amused looking Marcus standing over them with arms folded across his chest.  "Leroy, ya’ better be decent under them blankets or I’m’a toss ya’ outside in the ice ta’ cool off."

Lee sat up, rolling his eyes, and watched as Charlotte bolted into the older hunter’s arms to wrap him in a tight embrace.  ”See, Chuck?  I told ya’ there weren’t nothin’ ta’ worry ‘bout.  Marcus always comes back…Sooner or later.”

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Jess & Lee Do Las Vegas

(( magicintheblood ))

 Most of the time, Jess had a good handle on her drinking. She could stop right at the edge of tipsy, just before drunk, and stay there. Most of the time. But some nights it sneaks up on her, and before she knows it she’s waking up with a splitting headache and only blurs for memories of the night before.

       This was one of those mornings. The thin strip of light peeking through the cheap curtains was enough to make her squint, far too bright in the otherwise dark room. The room was nicer than the usual rundown motels she stayed at, but seemed about right given that she at least remembered the fat check she’d cashed the day before, which likely lead up to the heavy drinking and the nicer than usual room. With a soft groan, she closed her eyes tightly and shifted beneath the curtains.

       Her knee came in contact with a warm body beside her and peeked open one eye just enough to make out the familiar outline of the fellow hunter sharing her bed. In a half-sleep stupor, the girl scooted closer and wrapped her arms around his warm and solid frame, snuggling up to his back and trying to will that pounding in her head to stop, or at the very least fade a little. Self healing didn’t exactly work on things like hangovers, but she wished it did.

       The shiny new ring on her finger went unnoticed for the moment.

Lee was no stranger to excessive drinking or the occasional night of black-out excess that usually left him with a killer hangover, an awkward self-extraction from some blonde's hotel room, and swearing off alcohol for good come morning (at least, until the next night when he'd do it all over again).  Last night had been a little bit different--He'd been finishing up a job in Henderson, Nevada when Jess had called him up and told him to meet her at the Bellagio in three hours; the promise of lust heavy in her voice.  The hunter hadn't hesitated to hop in the truck and go.

When he'd met her on the casino floor she'd been three sheets to the wind, bottle of Cristal in hand and rolling in chips.  A responsible friend would have cut her off, helped her cash in her winnings, and put her to bed.  Instead, Lee ordered the finest scotch-whiskey in the house, kissed Jess like it was their last night on Earth, and slid onto the stool beside her to play a hand of Texas Hold 'Em like a high-roller.

That was really the last thing he remembered...

And even that was a challenge with the pounding headache he awoke with as he felt a slender arm snake around his bare chest.  A soft groan escaped him, brows pinching together as he clenched his eyes shut and brought a hand up to rub at his temple.  His body ached--the telltale signs of soreness and stickiness fairly easily explaining the well-fucked feeling that was vaguely masked by the discomfort of the hangover.  "Jess?" He whispered, rolling onto his back and laying a hand over hers.  "Darlin', what time is it?"

That was when his fingertip brushed over the small metallic band on her finger...and when he cracked a curious eye open, he realized there was a matching one on his own.  "What the fuck....??!?!?"

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( ø∑ø)

Send me a “( ø∑ø)” for our muses to wake up next to each other in the early morning after a One Night Stand together.

((This one’s kind of iffy on the terminology, because Lee definitely did not consider sleeping with Charlotte at any point to be a one night stand; whereas I think Charlotte herself considered their entire relationship to be just one long string of them.  In his mind, because he had this quasi-obsession with her and couldn’t comprehend the notion that she just didn’t feel the same way about him as he did about her, all of it was simply a casual take on the physical side of things as necessitated by his line of work and her relatively stationary situation.))

He always had been an early riser, but as the first rays of dawn broke through the blinds to spill in soft lines across his pillow the first thing Lee noticed was that there was a pair of whiskey-colored eyes staring into his as though they’d been doing so for hours.

Lee vaguely remembered rolling in to Chicago some time after midnight.  He’d shown up at her apartment with a bottle of Jack and as usual she’d rolled her eyes and picked a fight.  They’d fought, of course, but then somewhere along the line angry-sex had turned to make-up-sex and when he’d drifted off to sleep it had been with her head on his chest.

"What’re ya’ doin’ up so early, Darlin’?" He murmured groggily, pushing his hair from his face before reaching over to cup Charlotte’s cheek in his hand.  "Ya’ oughtta’ go back ta’ sleep.  I can’t stay—got a case down in Georgia ‘m s’posed ta’ check out for Marcus…."

He sat up, letting the sheet fall to his lap.  ”Ya’ ain’t still mad at me, are ya’?” 

[hunterleebrockway]

Black Magic :: SPN :: Jess & Lee

( magicintheblood )

Another town, another job, another one-night-stand.

Or were they past calling it that, now?  How many times had they run across one another in some shabby dive bar--both of them there under false pretenses--seeking info on a case, or just looking for someone to warm their beds for the night before moving on to the next place?  They were on a first name basis now.  Jessica.  Jess.  She had a couple of brothers in the business; hunted herself from time to time.  They didn't really talk all that much--he knew how she took her drinks and how she liked to be fucked, and for the purposes of their relationship that was really all that mattered--but sometimes, when the mood struck him, Lee liked to mix things up with a little bit of inane conversation.

And that was why, as he came out of the bathroom of the shoddy little motel room of hers with a towel wrapped around his waist and skin still flushed from the hot shower he'd just taken, only to find her still lounging in bed where he'd left her fifteen minutes ago with an old tome spread over the pillow, the hunter decided to inquire.  "What ya' readin', Darlin'?"  

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Rain

Send my muse a scent and see how they’ll react to it.

The air crackled with a static charge, and the smell of an oncoming rainstorm was overpowering.  Lee rolled up the windows of the truck as the first droplets began to patter down onto the windshield, turning his head to look at Charlotte as she lay curled up sleeping in the passenger seat beside him.  His fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face; tucking the blonde strand behind her ear.  She was already beginning to stir as the rain started pouring down in sheets, but the first loud clap of thunder that rolled through woke her entirely, and her eyes flew open; terror stricken.  ”Just a storm, Charlotte…” He told her softly, “Don’t worry.”

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Whiskey

Send my muse a scent and see how they’ll react to it.

The child padded on bare feet through the motel room, clutching his worn, overloved stuffed animal to his chest as he slowly approached the figure passed out in the chair beside the window.  The cloying scent of whiskey was heavy in the air, and a thin line of fragrant smoke wafted up from the end of the cigar still burning across the top of an empty glass.  ”Pop?” Lee whispered, one small hand timidly reaching out to pull at his father’s sleeve.  ”It’s mornin’…Ma’ ain’t back yet…”

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Once A Year :: Rae & Lee :: 8 Years Past

indigo-rae:

Rae couldn’t help a little grin, and as he looked her over, she did the same to him. He hadn’t changed much, but if it were possible, he looked even better than he had a year ago.

"Been doing alright. How about you? Rescue any damsels in distress lately?" 

Lee chuckled with a shrug, shoving his hands down into his pockets as he leaned back against the door-frame.  "Just alright?" He asked.  From the looks of her, she was doing very well indeed.  There was no trace of the haunted little thing Marcus had pulled from Azazel's safehouse two years prior.

"Been a busy year.  Huntin' shit, killin' things, the usual.  Saved me a 'couple damsels...few hags, too." the hunter joked, "None quite so pretty as you."