tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-08-21:1708006 Nurse, Beer Girl, Something Carmen Porter 2019-10-17T01:13:22Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-08-21:1708006:8436 2019-10-17T01:13:22Z 2019-10-17T01:13:22Z public 0 Ordinary days are a lot more common in Itinere than they ever were back home. Dean has gotten accustomed to these ordinary days; he’s got a routine that includes coffee and pie at the diner. Routine does not (usually) mean unaware and when he steps outside of the diner, he pauses a moment to take a look around the town square. That’s when his ordinary day is shattered by something extraordinary: someone he’s only ever seen in a dream world.<br /><br />“Carm?” His voice is rough and not nearly loud enough to reach her ears. He realizes that and walks, almost jogs, to close the distance between them. “Carmen,” he says a bit louder, grabbing her attention.<br /><br />The relief on Carmen’s face is obvious. His name is exhaled as more breath than words then her hands are at the back of his neck and against his cheek. Her lips are pressed against his and for a moment, nothing has ever been better in Dean’s entire life. That moment starts to fray when Carmen breaks the kiss, puzzled eyes looking up into his. She’s short (he’d forgotten how short) and stands on her tip toes to look at him, her brow furrowed. Her hand moves, thumb brushing softly against the crows feet at his eyes and the stubble on his cheek. He’s aged well, there’s no question about that, but he’s aged almost twenty years since she last saw him. “What—I was headed into work.” She’s wearing her blue scrubs, and her soft-soled, white nurses shoes. “Where are we, Dean?”<br /><br />He takes a deep breath, not even certain she’s real just yet (but why wouldn’t she be; this place is full of the unreal. His parents are alive. One dream girl doesn’t even come close to impossible here). He slides his hand from her hip to her wrist and bends to kiss her knuckles. “I’ll explain everything, Carm.”<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ijustgotlowstandards&ditemid=8436" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-08-21:1708006:8004 2019-10-17T01:10:57Z 2019-10-17T01:10:57Z public 0 <center><img src="https://66.media.tumblr.com/ac6bf16327e074a5f097b0ac6d0606ae/tumblr_osrvbgsv3Y1vvk81io4_500.gifv"></center><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ijustgotlowstandards&ditemid=8004" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-08-21:1708006:7761 2012-08-21T20:19:40Z 2012-08-21T20:21:32Z public 0 <span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://ijustgotlowstandards.dreamwidth.org/7761.html#cutid1">She floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ijustgotlowstandards&ditemid=7761" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments