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Title: Not Taking the Risk
Fandom: Angel/Supernatural
Pairing: Connor/Dean
Prompt: Stranger
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: It’s not my toy box. I own nothing and am merely playing.
Summary: Connor decides to leave Dean with a cryptic explanation.
Not Taking the Risk:
Connor closes his eyes, inhales slow and steady. Dean has that underlying lingering death smell that hunters always carry.
It’d been good to have help killing a wendigo. It’d been fun trading barbs with Dean and memories of Stanford with Sam. It’d been somehow easy to go back to his motel room with Dean. He should’ve known better.
Connor knows he needs to leave, no goodbye and no explanation. He’d never met a hunter who’d understood grey areas.
He wants to reach out and touch Dean, wants to kiss those lips one more time, but Dean’s already shifting towards waking up. Connor backs away.
“Gonna give me your number?” Dean asks.
Connor pauses. He could’ve sworn he was being silent and that Dean wasn’t that awake yet. He’d never been fooled before.
“Leave. Go ahead, but you might want help on a hunt...”
“No,” Connor refuses.
Dean frowns for a moment, but covers it.
Connor wets his lips, wishing for a moment that he could travel with Dean and his brother and make this spark of possibilities between the two of them work. Dawn would tell him, stranger things had happened.
“I’m The Destroyer,” he says as explanation, then leaves.
Fandom: Angel/Supernatural
Pairing: Connor/Dean
Prompt: Stranger
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: It’s not my toy box. I own nothing and am merely playing.
Summary: Connor decides to leave Dean with a cryptic explanation.
Not Taking the Risk:
Connor closes his eyes, inhales slow and steady. Dean has that underlying lingering death smell that hunters always carry.
It’d been good to have help killing a wendigo. It’d been fun trading barbs with Dean and memories of Stanford with Sam. It’d been somehow easy to go back to his motel room with Dean. He should’ve known better.
Connor knows he needs to leave, no goodbye and no explanation. He’d never met a hunter who’d understood grey areas.
He wants to reach out and touch Dean, wants to kiss those lips one more time, but Dean’s already shifting towards waking up. Connor backs away.
“Gonna give me your number?” Dean asks.
Connor pauses. He could’ve sworn he was being silent and that Dean wasn’t that awake yet. He’d never been fooled before.
“Leave. Go ahead, but you might want help on a hunt...”
“No,” Connor refuses.
Dean frowns for a moment, but covers it.
Connor wets his lips, wishing for a moment that he could travel with Dean and his brother and make this spark of possibilities between the two of them work. Dawn would tell him, stranger things had happened.
“I’m The Destroyer,” he says as explanation, then leaves.