#protagonope

[finalslay]

@protagonope said : "who the hell invited you?"

he didn't think it would be the gas station guy.

to be completely honest, dean hadn't had a firm suspect in mind for this case yet — but the gas station guy? nah, that hadn't even been in the realm of possibility. the guy had seemed chill when dean had stopped by to fill up the impala's tank! not the type for ... whatever the hell this is.

then again though, when has that ever stopped anyone before?

“ kinda invited myself, thanks, buddy, ” dean replies, hand tightening around the pistol he holds. “ y'know though, i could ask you the same question — wanna tell me what's going on here before things get real ugly? ‘cause i don’t want that, and i don't think you do either. ”

[femlette]

｡° ⸻ @protagonope. ❝ for cryin' out--   jesus, ellie, you couldn't at least text me before you came over? ❞

It's such an innocent look, brows and lashes lifted nonplussed at the sudden reveal of her presence. Elizabeth doesn't blame him for his surprise. She'd been sat on his couch rather nonchalantly for being uninvited, comfortable in the dark of his home until he'd come back.

       ❝ I wanted to make you dinner, ❞   comes her only answer, an explanation without the apology of intrusion. Elizabeth leans back against the couch's armrest a little more to see him over the cushions. If he blinked he might've missed the small smile that's quirked the corner of her lips.   ❝ Did I scare you? ❞