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Yeah good don't be

[ because she knows he's probably thinking exactly what he's thinking. mostly because she'd be thinking the same. but — ]

It was a little freaky
You think you know what it's gonna be like but still
He was pretty pissed off
Are they always like that

well now that just sounds like an invitation if i ever heard one 😏 you know how much i love seeing that pretty face of yours blush you also know those distractions were meant to be a test gotta stay sharp bev learn to resist the irresistible

( but he's mostly just messing with her. )

if he was full vengeful? yeah they're always like that spirits like that only got a one track mind anything tries to derail 'em pisses 'em off pretty quick

Anything can sound like an invitation with a little imagination 😏
You just like making me blush because you know you're doing something right
How the hell am I supposed to resist shit when you're like this
Over TEXT
God I miss you

[ he's a menace and he knows it!! ]

You say full vengeful like there's levels
Yes hello, Veil? Could I get my spirit with vengeance on the side please?
Anyway I didn't think there was anything left to derail for this guy
I'm like 90% sure he killed his dad

[ and she still... did the thing. so, you know. points? ]

i do have a fantastic imagination 😏 gotten me through many a lonely night without you you know i love sam but he ain't exactly the right kinda company

( translation: miss you too. )

well there kinda is a spectrum, sort of remind me to tell you about bobby's ghost sometime you didn't have to go gravedigging before you wasted this guy did you?

( he's more concerned with the felony associated with grave desecration if she ever got caught than the actual act, though there's something oddly attractive about the thought of bev and manual labor. )

Hmm you’d think it was the best of both worlds
Having me any way you want me and the bed to yourself
😉

[ it’s a small bed!! ]

No gravediggjng — he was cremated
Thank fuck because that’s where I’d really need the help
Wait
Bobby like your Bobby?

come on now you know it's never the same without you only so much my right hand can do and it sure as hell ain't as soft as yours

( he'd rather share the bed any day of the week. which is maybe something he's only now realizing. )

yeah our bobby see he had unfinished business of his own but he didn't start out vengeful hell for a while it was almost like having him back you know but that tug of vengeance is a bitch even bobby couldn't resist it forever anyway point is by the time these spirits are strong enough to manifest and murder they've been stewing in their need for revenge for so long they don't know who they are anymore and they don't care who gets in their way that's why they're all assholes though sometimes that carries over from when they were alive too

No, but I like how your hands feel
I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about them
Maybe when I'm done cleaning up this mess we can put that imagination to good use
Been a while

[ oh. oh that's where the adrenaline is going. hunting... hell of a drug??? ]

Oh poor Bobby
And all the other ghosts too, that's actually really sad
I mean this guy definitely had beef with his old man
Cut off from the family fortune and all that
But still
That sucks

you got my number baby call me 😏 be nice to hear your voice too so my imagination don't have to to all the work

( also, let's be real, he really hates trying to text while, you know, using his imagination. )

don't feel too sad he's upstairs where he belongs now you ask me we're doing them a favor putting em to rest for good but it definitely ain't pretty they never wanna let go so it's mr. saturday night special with a side of deep fried bones or, you know, personal heirlooms

It's a date 😘
Half the fun is hearing the fun anyway

[ look it's a two-handed affair sometimes ]

Good
And yeah like I'd be pissed if I was stuck in one place forever
I felt like that for 27 years and I wasn't even a ghost
It was a pleasure kicking this one to the curb though he was a dick
I almost fucked up my wrist swinging a cast iron skillet at him

you bet it is sure ain't the same without hearing my name

( and god does he love hearing his name when she says it in the wake of a moan.

he'd also pay to see bev swinging a cast iron skillet at a pissed off ghost. damn. he's allowed to think that's hot, right? )

didn't uh pan out like you expected huh

Funny because I'm pretty sure you love it when I can't say it too

[ which is sadly more of an in-person thing. nothing compares to his mouth.

— even when he's saying dumb things with it. ]

Oh my god
That shouldn't be funny I'm so mad I laughed
I guess you could say this ghost was
Small fry

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well you got me there can i be blamed when everything you do makes me crazy

( god, he loves her. and he's finally comfortable admitting that to himself. and to her, when it counts. )

hahaha atta girl i see i've been rubbing off on you

Feeling's mutual, babe
Even hearing you talk Monsters 101 is surprisingly hot

[ not that surprising. he's right; when you love someone, everything they do is insanely attractive. ]

☺️☺️☺️
Oh yeah, what gave me away
The bad jokes or the Friday night creature feature

if that's all it takes to get you going i can talk monsters 101 all day

( he's not even exaggerating, really. there's a lifetime of lore and experience he's barely even touched on. )

porque no los dos beverly give it enough time you'll be saying son of a bitch like a pro

You get me going, Winchester
Doesn't matter what you do as long as it's you doing it
But I am feeling that rush wow

[ definitely the adrenaline but also just knowing, and having known for a while now, what's out there and being better prepared to face it this time around. not quite bitten by the hunting bug, she's not cut out for it in the way dean is — but she does understand it better now. and it's kinda thrilling. the shared experience. ]

Yeah?
Guess that's the next step after taking out another monster

( he knows it's meant to be playful, but... still, there's part of him that can't help being protective. )

you ain't thinking of going after something bigger than a ghost are you

( in the grand scheme of things, ghosts really are small fry compared to everything else that's out there. he doesn't want her diving in headfirst to a real monster hunt if he can help it. )

Honey, I started with going after the biggest thing there was
I've got zero interest in a repeat

[ she knows. she gets it. they've made this work because their lives overlap in precisely the right way; too much of that, and the balance is off. ]

This one just fell into my lap
The rest is for the experts

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( right, that's fair. still, it's a relief knowing this isn't going to become a pastime. )

glad to hear it

( ... )

so you wanna keep telling me about how you love my expertise

Hmmm well...
I’d love if your expertise was a little more
Hands on
Now that I’ve had a taste of it

[ she could mean the sexy way but she might also still mean hunting. the crash course she’d asked for. could be both. ]

hands on huh i'm sure that can be arranged but i think i'd like to hear you say it exactly what you want

( guess who's calling... 😏 )

[ She barely even has a second to read the texts that pop up on her screen before his name comes up. Holy shit. The apartment was chilly pre-ghost and now she's feeling a little... warm. ]

Dean, [ she answers, definitely breathless and only half of it is because she's laughing. There's no one around but she still feels like she has to be secretive about this. ] What're you doing?

( the self-satisfied grin on his face is practically audible. it's been a long, weird few days, and, honestly, he's just glad to hear bev's voice. he's glad to be home and hearing her voice, his name coming out as a laugh in his ear that ripples down his spine. )

What? I thought you said you wanted more hands on expertise. This is as close as it's gonna get, babe.

( at least until they can see each other again. and he has a feeling that won't be anytime soon. )

[ She doesn't even know that he noped out of their world for a couple of days, only that he was somewhere without service — which could mean anything. And they've gone longer than that without speaking, but after her little tangle with the supernatural, she's missing him a little more than usual. Hearing his voice does settle the vibrating under her skin somewhat.

(Somewhat. It also supercharges it.) Beverly sighs into her phone, slouching back against the kitchen counter. ]

God, I wish you were closer. [ Heartfelt, with an edge of something else under her voice. ] It's dumb but after the ghost disappeared, it felt like you were just gonna — [ She hums, amused, warm. ] — walk in from the next room.

[ Like she'd just beat him to the punch. ]

( he'll tell her about the bad place eventually, but now doesn't feel like the right time. she's coming down from a ghost hunt, frayed nerves evening out — he doesn't want her worrying unnecessarily about something that's already been resolved, for the most part. that, and he's pretty sure bringing up being trapped in an alternate universe that wanted to kill them would probably kill the mood.

something warm curls in his chest at her confession, the smile on his face softening. he's not sure what he was expecting her to say, but — wow. that wasn't it. it throws him off for a moment, the gentle honesty of it catching him off guard. he lets out a soft breath, the ghost of a laugh. god, he wishes he could have been there. he wishes he could be there now, show her how proud he is. )

Yeah? I still could, if you close your eyes. Walk right in, tell you how good you did.

[ There's always something else to talk about outside of their time together. But they try their best not to let it drag down the moment, as far and few between as they are when their lives pick up speed. That's how they've made it work so far; the balance, the support when and where it's needed. And right now, whatever else that brought them to this phonecall can fade into the background for a while. Why not? She meant what she'd said earlier: It's been a while.

Doesn't mean there isn't room for sentimentality. She smiles at the crackle of air on the line, can so clearly picture his expression that accompanies it, soft and probably a little surprised. Her eyes fall closed a half second before he suggests it, if only because she wants to focus on his voice. ]

And you'd have that look. [ She smiles and it colours her voice; she can picture that expression too, focused, proud. A little hungry. ] Same one you had after I fired my first bullseye at the range. Swear to god it made my heart literally skip a beat. [ Pause. Then, with a curl of satisfaction: ] I did do good, huh?

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