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Post by Dean Winchester on May 26, 2009 20:40:14 GMT 8
Before he could turn, Dean felt an arm reach around his neck while a body leaned against his side. "Yeah, she is, huh?" Dean turned his head toward Allix when she laughed through her nose. The first thing he was met with was her smile, then her eyes, which still held the same intensity they had the last time he saw her. Then he looked down and saw her...uniform? Allix’s outfit confused him. A white button up school shirt, form fitting T-Shirt was tucked into a denim skirt, a very short skirt he might add. Black socks that came up about three inches above her knees and her shoes were an almost demure pair of black three inch heel made them sexier than hell. Over the shirt she wore a normal looking dark brown suede jacket, one that would go nicely with jeans and boots. Dean cocked an eyebrow at her, not knowing if he should ask about the 'uniform' or just laugh. He knew one thing though; all thoughts of school girl porn needed to be banished from his head immediately.
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Post by ruby on May 26, 2009 20:42:51 GMT 8
Allix was smirking at Dean, watching him as he seemed lost in his thoughts and she gave a giggle. ‘Allix’ Something in Bobby's tone made her turn toward him immediately. ‘Yes Sir?’ Bobby didn't answer; simply made a 'Come here' motion with his finger as he turned toward the desk and Allix had no choice, so followed. Bobby poured some water from a flask into a shot glass and handed it to her. She smiled. Good ol' Bobby.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 30, 2009 10:59:12 GMT 8
Dean finally managed to reign in his thoughts and he glanced at Sam before they both turned to watch in curiosity. He was clueless for a brief moment, until he remembered that demons were hunting them, and Bobby was a sucker for making sure that people were not possessed. He felt a little on edge though, what if she was? Well, that holy water would prove its stuff in a moment.
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Post by ruby on May 30, 2009 11:05:24 GMT 8
Allix nodded and held the shot up to him in a mock cheers, tilted her head back and swallowed. She licked her lips and handed the empty shot glass back to Bobby. ‘Satisfied?’ She didn't say the word sarcastically, but lovingly. Her Bobby was always so careful, safe. He wasn't ever going to change. She admired that, it showed he wasn't stupid. ‘Almost.’ He looked her attire up and down before levelling his gaze to her face. ‘You didn't change?’
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 30, 2009 11:11:42 GMT 8
Dean and Sam paid close attention, eyeing each other and smirking. Neither had a clue as to why she was dressed like that either, but dam Dean wasn’t complaining
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Post by ruby on May 30, 2009 11:15:20 GMT 8
‘You called me as soon as I got back. I finished patching myself up, I didn't have time. I wished you would've called later, I could have fixed myself up before the shit hit the fan.’ She tilted her head toward the bag on the floor. ‘I did bring clothes with me though. Don’t you worry about that,’ she said and eyed Dean as he was smirking. Bobby got a weary look on his face. ‘What do you mean 'before the Shit hit the fan'? You get hurt again?’ Allix just gave him a hopeful look while Sam and Dean just looked at each other.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 30, 2009 11:18:26 GMT 8
They both shrugged simultaneously. Dean frowned though, Allix hunting by herself? He simply couldn’t see it. She seemed to be the type that was working part time in a music shop and at school studying these things, not hunting them, getting hurt by them. A sudden feeling of protection swelled in him and his hand trembled until Sam gave him a nudge. ‘Dude, you alright?’ he murmered. Dean looked up and then nodded.
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Post by ruby on May 30, 2009 11:21:36 GMT 8
Allix looked down, knowing Bobby would know what happened. ‘No, well, yes.’ ‘Another fight?’ Bobby asked and Allix nodded angrily, slightly annoyed with his questions. ‘Damn it, Allix. What happened this time? Who or what were you fighting with?’ She let out a deep sigh before continuing. She'd really rather not share this in front of Sam and Dean but as her legal guardian Bobby had the right to know, and this is where he happened to be at the moment. ‘Hey, I was on a hunt. I had to pretend to be at school so I could get to this teacher, to make sure he really was using the kids to do his…stuff. That’s why I have the outfit boys,’ Allix said and smiled to them over her shoulder. ‘Well once I took care of that demon, Jimmy Hagen.’ she said quietly and waited for Bobby or someone to scream at her.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 30, 2009 11:27:33 GMT 8
Bobby's eyes widened. ‘The mayor's kid?!’ Dean held in a snicker and smiled when she said ‘outfit,’ but then those images came back and he groaned. Sam was frowning, obviously too interested about what the demon was instead of what she was wearing and pulled out a book and started looking. But Dean and Sam exchanged 'Oh shit' looks briefly before Allix continued. The mayor’s kid? Sam and Dean suddenly felt very uncomfortable
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Post by ruby on May 30, 2009 11:29:39 GMT 8
‘Exactly, he thinks just because he's the mayor's son he can do whatever the hell he wants!’ Bobby realized this wasn't her usual fighting circumstances, she didn't start this. He calmed down. ‘Wha'd he do? Get in the way while you hunted?’ Bobby asked all anger drained from his voice. Allix didn't sound mad anymore when she spoke, or sad, or anything, just calm. ‘ While I was at lunch, the little squirt got an angle so his hand would go under my skirt and then he smacked my ass in the hallway in front of everyone. Then he turned around and cheered like he could get away with it.’ she hissed. The stupid kid. He was seventeen, surly Allix didn’t look like she was his age? She was two years older than him! She crossed her arms and huffed. Teenagers. Bobby sighed. ‘So what did you do?’ ‘When he turned back around his nose met my fist.’
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 30, 2009 11:35:58 GMT 8
Dean burst out in laughter after hearing this. The little punk got what he deserved. Bobby turned and glared at him, while at the same time Sam reached out and hit him in the chest in an effort to shut him up. He took the hint cleared his throat and looked at the closed book in front of Sam as if the conversation were suddenly interesting.
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Post by ruby on May 30, 2009 11:39:20 GMT 8
Hearing Dean's laugh cheered her up and she smiled before continuing her ‘tale’. ‘The jerk started swingin', so I fought back. I know, he’s younger but hey, I had to, little brat. I landed a few, managing to dodge most of his. Besides, he aint exactly the smallest kid around the place.’ Allix paused and looked from Bobby to Dean and then to Sam. She rubbed at her left jaw line and flinched when her shoulder screamed in pain. ‘He actually got me once.’
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 2, 2009 9:29:18 GMT 8
This pissed Dean off. ‘He hit you?!’ He didn't know Allix that well, but as far as he was concerned men don't hit women, no matter the age gap or wether it was for a hunt or nothing. Well, unless they were demons or something.
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Post by ruby on Jun 2, 2009 9:31:35 GMT 8
Allix turned and looked at him, she nodded; making a shrugging motion with her face indicating it was no big deal. ‘Just once.’ She hesitated slightly, but she needed help with her other injuries if she was going to help with this hunt. ‘Besides, that Demon got me worse.’ she said and motioned to her side and shoulder.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 2, 2009 9:34:03 GMT 8
Dean looked up at this and so did Bobby. ‘Are you alright?’ he asked and moved closer towards her, gently feeling her shoulder. It was dislocated, how she had managed to carry those bags and drive a car was mystery to Dean, perhaps she was still in shock, but either way, Dean braced his hands against her shoulder, her thin bones so fragile beneath his hands. ‘On three. One… two… three,’
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