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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 0:06:15 GMT -6
Dean had been training with SHIELD right away. He was flying through physical therapy and had called in so many favors that he was now forced to join SHIELD. He didn't hate SHIELD, but was simply wary of them. His father had called them both a great force for good as well as quite possibly the most potentially dangerous group of all time. But he needed SHIELD to not only get out of the hospital but to also to stop this Lewis character and get Tessa out of there. He nearly had her believing that he was Dean, the Dean she had loved. But that wasn't the case and it did indeed anger him that he had her thinking that.
He was now Agent 26, double the number his mother had been. Whether by choice or design Dean wasn't sure. He also didn't care. If it meant that he'd have the resources to find Tessa so be it. He was outfitted with a great prosthetic that seemed to blend nicely. It was no robotic limb like Agent Time Lord or his old friend James now had. He probably could get one made if he asked, but he refused to ask.
He was given a small task force to go get Lewis off the streets. He had heard Olly had been working this case but was away, doing some work in Wakanda. The force was surrounding a building that the Cards and Lewis were in. He could also tell, thanks to thermal imaging, that Tessa was in there too.
'Target acquired. Do we act sir?'
It was weird being new to the team but called sir. Of course being the son of Agent 13 and especially Captain America, plus his war record, got him a lot of respect. Whether or not he'd earned it was another matter.
"No. I want everyone alive unless we have no choice. Is that understood? Non-fatal shots only."
He wasn't being dumb. He hated taking lives, but also knew it was a necessity sometimes. But given the option he'd take the non-fatal shot every time. Knees, shoulders, kevlar.
"Hatter is in position. We go in 3...2...NOW!"
Meanwhile Lewis was looking over a table of plans. He looked up at Tessa and smiled.
"Tess, sweetness. This plan will work perfectly. Trust me, I always make good choices. After all, I chose you didn't I?"
-SMASH-
The windows shattered as Dean repelled in through a skylight and the other Agents swung in through windows while another breached a back door. Dean meanwhile landed right on top of Lewis.
"For starters, stop acting like you're me. Secondly, she chose me, Buttercup made that very clear."
He said pressing his Luger to the back of Lewis' head.
"Lay down your arms, everyone!"
'You want to shoot yourself dream man...'
Lewis recognized Dean's form from his dreams. He also knew this man wanted to arrest him and take him away from Tessa. Yes he suspected his memories were faulty as they began to fade away, replaced with real memories. But at the same time, he also had come to enjoy Tessa's company. Dean struggled to not place the gun against his temple. No, he didn't fight off death this long to only get taken out now. Dean looked up at Tessa briefly before trying to stop his arm.
"Not....today....Hatter!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2016 14:51:15 GMT -6
Give up, we needed the c o m p a n y Let's drink to your health Tessa was leaning on the table, across from Lewis, looking over some plans. ”Well what about here?” She pointed to a second of the map. ”How are you~” She smiled, even though he’d interrupted, her to reassure her. It felt good to smile again. She hadn’t been this close to a person since Dean. Well technically this was Dean. Lewis had told her a story about why he didn’t look how she remembered Dean, but she hardly listened. She simply assumed that somehow, Dean’s consciousness had entered this man’s body and taken control, something she had become perfectly okay with. Angel wings, with each feather made out of aluminum flew up between her and the glass shards as the windows were busted in. Pieces of glass bounced off her metal wings. That voice! She...she felt like she almost knew it. No; she did know it. But that wasn’t… ”Dean?” But he...well his body was dead. Lewis had proven to her that Dean’s mind was inside him. To be fair, she wasn’t even sure why Dean’s consciousness kept Lewis’ name instead of just using his own, except that maybe it was because the body he’d taken over was already established as Lewis, and it was safer and easier to not change the name. Tessa lowered her wings, folding them behind her as Lewis spoke again. ’You want to shoot yourself dream man…’Tessa knew that tone. She’d seen lewis do it too many times, and hated it. She’d never said anything though because she suppose a part of her wasn’t sure that Lewis wouldn’t turn his power against her. Her eyes focused on the man holding Lewis down. IT WAS DEAN It was his face, it had been his voice, and he had the same knowledge as Lewis about her nickname, and more. What was even stranger, Lewis seemed to know this Dean look-a-like, despise him even. The man looked up at her for a moment, and Tessa froze. She’d seen that look before. She’d seen it in his eyes the very last time she’d seen Dean. She fought hard to keep from slipping into yet another flashback. The vision of the man that looked so much like Maverick fighting to prevent himself from putting a gun to his own head helped. ”Lewis! Stop!”Tessa lunged forward, grabbing the old style gun as well, a gun she recognized as Dean’s. She moved so that her back was to this new man, and the gun was facing her. ”Tell him to stop Lewis.” | | |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2016 22:05:24 GMT -6
He picked up on that little sense of recognition. She noticed him and remembered him. Whether she was ready to admit it and throw her arms around him in a loving embrace was unlikely. However there was something, something he really needed. Just knowing that the Tessa he knew was still in there was all he needed. As she threw her body against him in order to block his struggling arm he had to fight not to wrap his other arm around her. There would be time for them to get reacquainted again.
'While I do possibly love you I would much rather not end up in Blackgate or worse. It's been nice sweetheart. I'll remember you fondly.'
At this point everyone's weapons were on lewis. They were waiting for the word though. Unless of course Dean was killed in which case they'd open fire.
'Kill her then yourself.'
Oddly enough that command was what it took to break his hold. The concept of hurting her was so foreign that even with Lewis' power his brain refused to acknowledge it as a possibility. He forced his arm down and put a bullet in Lewis' shoulder. With him subdued everyone of his Cards laid their weapons down and surrendered. He stood up, using one foot to hold Lewis down before holstering his gun and reaching for his cuffs.
"Sorry Buttercup, but we need to take you in for questioning too. You're probably the only one who knows what's going on in this place. Then, I will answer every question you have."
He said before cuffing Lewis who was groaning from the gunshot. He pulled out a collar and slapped it on Lewis to negate his powers. The fact SHIELD had these laying around was actually concerning.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2016 21:03:30 GMT -6
Give up, we needed the c o m p a n y Let's drink to your health Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, no slower than slow motion after Lewis told Dean to kill her. Her stomach dropped. Nothing else in the room existed past the round muzzle of of the gun. Her brain could only process one thing. A bullet was about to explode out of there, surrounded by a cloud of burnt gunpowder. None of which she’d actually see, but she knew what it would look like. The internet was great like that. Black mist started to consolidate, in slow motion, in front of her, but it wasn’t going to be fast enough. Tessa’s eyes widened as Dean-man turned the gun away and shot Lewis instead of her. Her black mist dropped behind her, vanishing entirely. He’d broken Lewis’ hold on him, completely broken it. She nodded her head in half a trance. ”Yeah. Sure,” she said in a quiet, still shocked whisper. She’d seen lewis make people do a lot of stuff, but she’d never seen anyone even resist him, much less throw him off entirely. Tessa moved to follow Dean-man. ”Um, so, whenever you all are ready?” | | |
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2016 21:36:45 GMT -6
Dean waved off one man who came to cuff Tessa and the man instead picked Lewis up. Lewis growned before they placed a quick field patch on the gunshot. He would be fine. The bullet went in and out and aside from some discomfort when it rained or got cold Lewis would have no permanent damage. Dean grabbed another collar, similar to the one that was put on Lewis and looked at Tessa with a sigh.
"I'm sorry Buttercup but it's protocol."
He hoped she'd understand. He knew the squad leader she was would've understood. But time had passed and he'd seen a few reports. She got darker, but did notice she still kept her sense of honor. Even if her senses of Right and Wrong began to blur slightly. He noticed the other agents watching them carefully as Lewis slowly moved behind her and sighed.
"I am so sorry Buttercup."
He said before snapping it on her neck. The collar would negate her X-gene and any other mutation she might have. He couldn't imagine how she'd feel not having access to her wings. But he hoped she'd understand and forgive him for this too.
'We ready to roll Agent Rogers?'
"AGent 26, and yes, let's roll out. Let SHIELD know the area is secured and forensics can come at their leisure."
He said placing his hand on the small of Tessa's back and gently guiding her towards the door.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2016 13:06:56 GMT -6
Give up, we needed the c o m p a n y Let's drink to your health Perhaps it had been a good thing Tessa was currently unarmed, and that Dead-man had shot him. Good because if she had been armed, Lewis would be dead and holely but she did feel better watching the agent that looked like, smelled like, sounded like Dean had shot him. As the adrenaline passed, Tessa could feel her legs start to wobble. Her breathing picked up as voices of her murdered squad began to mingle with the voices of the SHIELD agents around her. Someone approached her, carrying something. But then, Maverick waved them off. Her entire being focused on Dean, pulling her back; rooting her in the present. She felt calm wash over her. People were right, it really could feel like a wave. Her jaw tightened, but her breathing remained calm, as though she was lining up a frustrating sniper shot. A collar? A fucking collar?! SHIELD had asked her on this little side mission in the first place, and now this?! She had expected a debrief, not a cage, and certainly not one put up by Dean. She didn’t say anything, or even twitch as muscle until he was behind her. ’I am sorry Buttercup.’Tessa cut off the last bit of her pet name, ”Don’t,” closing her eyes and balling her fists. She looked at the floor, her hands still curled up, after the inhibitor was snapped into place. Tessa felt more like their prisoner than someone they’d hired for a job. Fucking SHIELD. Her eyes widened as one of the agents spoke to Dean, calling him ‘Rogers’. Her head flew up to look at him. Confusion, hurt, anger all mixed together as her look turned into a glare. ”Maybe they had better put those cuffs on me, Agent,” she hissed venomously, while still allowing him to calmly lead her out. | | |
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2016 14:37:02 GMT -6
When she told him to stop he understood. She was angry and hurt. He had lied, now she was being potentially arrested or whatever you call that. He didn't like doing it but he was under orders and had no choice. He figured his mom was part of the reason this was happening in the first place. She didn't like Tessa, likely because Dean loved her and she was an over protective mother.
She was angry and he understood, but he hoped she'd understand eventually. Lewis and his cards were loaded into one vehicle while a helicopter landed for the two of them. Dean tried to help her in and then followed her. He sat down next to her and nodded to the pilot who took off, heading towards the Hellicarrier.
"The collar wasn't my idea...."
Was all he said before the helicopter landed on the Hellicarrier. As they got out there was Agent 13, his mom, right there to greet them.
'So you're Theresa. I thought you'd be taller. Come along Tony, time to debrief her.'
"Mom..."
He said before clearing his throat.
"Sorry, Agent 13, you know I prefer Dean."
'You're my son and you will always be Tony to me.'
He looked over at Tessa hoping for some sort of reprieve but knew he wouldn't find it. He followed 13 with Tessa by him. He contemplated reaching up to undo her collar but as soon as he did he noticed his mom glance over her shoulder and stopped. She led them into an interrogation room with a one way mirror on the wall.
"Dark Angel, Agent 26, sit."
Without a word Dean went and sat down, glancing at the chair next to him.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2016 17:15:37 GMT -6
Give up, we needed the c o m p a n y Let's drink to your health Tessa was pissed off to high heaven. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and allowing him to help her into the airship. She didn’t often fly under someone else power, and she hadn’t flown in a helicopter since she’d been evacuated that day. Tessa sat with her elbows resting on her knees and her head bowed, eyes closed, ignoring the sights around her at the flying machine rose into the air. Dean attempted to make excuses about the collar not being his idea, but Tessa wasn’t paying attention anymore. She just wanted to get this over with and get back to what she called home. Tessa braced herself with her hands against the frame of the door, looking out over the Helicarrier. She’d heard about them, sure, but she’d never seen one, much less been on one. It was impressive, she had to admit, but not out loud of course. A woman approached them, one who looked like she was running the joint, and use to giving people orders and having them obeyed without question. She looked Tessa over before making a comment about her height. ”I’m short for my height,” Tessa said through gritted teeth, and at least half an eye roll. She followed them, glaring at anyone on deck who dared even look at her. Even with her hardened exterior, she couldn’t help feeling like a prize dog being shown off. It also gave her a really strong urge to growl at anyone she thought got too close. ”Oh, so now not only is it Rogers instead of Carter, it’s Tony instead of Dean. Her voice was a mere hiss. Her eyes caught the movement of his hand, and then the glare from his mother. Tess wasn’t going to let up on his name that easily though. ”Hmm let’s see. Tony would be Anthony. Anthony Rogers. Middle name, middle name. Hmmm. I wonder if I can guess your middle name, because I bet it’s not the one I know.” The rest of the walk toward wherever they were going was silent. She followed them into a room where they were both told to sit down; she didn’t. She was also going to reinforce the notion that the collar should be taken off because she wasn’t a dog or, okay, so maybe she’s exactly a good guy, but she didn’t consider herself a bad guy either. ”Should I stay or maybe roll over next. I ain’t doin’ jack shit till you get this thing off me.” | | |
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 13:46:31 GMT -6
Ok Tessa was pissed, rightfully so. He also knew it was only going to get worse. Once he explained his powers, lineage and training. He'd lied about a lot. Surely the fact that he was about to tell her everything after their patrol that got interrupted wouldn't amount for much. He loved her and luckily he was stubborn and patient, he would make it work, somehow. Or get shot again, or perhaps both.
"No, my middle name is Nicholas. I was named after Tony Stark and Nick Fury."
'No you weren't.'
"Seriously? You know no one buys your poker party story."
'That's enough 26.'
As he sat there and Sharron examined the two Dean glanced over at Tessa. She was pissed, rightfully so. She had been lied to, collared and put through all kinds of crap. Without a word or waiting for an order he got up and undid her collar. He threw it on the table in front of 13 and sat back down.
"Feel free to punish me. I hear Antarctica is beautiful this time of the year. Meet need a better leg. Besides the only woman I care about is likely holding back from hitting me."
Sharron seemed to ignore him and just sat down and looked across at Tessa.
'Have a seat Sergeant Anderson, or do you prefer Dark Angel? I could always go with Alice as well, but I prefer Sergeant. We need to know what Lewis' end game was and if he had any other allies.'
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2016 1:38:38 GMT -6
Give up, we needed the c o m p a n y Let's drink to your health She couldn’t help but smirk a bit. ”Anthony Stark and Nicholas Fury. That makes sense, as a Rogers.” She didn’t really care that the woman agent tried to correct Dean, or Tony, or whatever. She flinched, her hands snapping up. They stopped just short of deflecting his hands as she realized what he was doing. She expertly hid the smirk as Dean was clearly defying his Mom. So, he wasn’t just a momma’s boy, take orders soldier after all, there was still some of that old Dean she’d once fallen in love with. Damn that boy. All this time and he could still be a sweetheart to her. She knew, that he knew, she was pissed off, and he was still trying to have not as much of it be directed at him. Tessa slowly took the seat next to Dean as Agent 13 began talking. ”Dark Angel,” she tried to interrupt. She was, of course, ignored, and it seemed like she was going to be called Sergeant instead. ”I never knew. Look he trusted me about as far as he could throw me, and for a villain, that wasn’t very far. I don’t know how he knew so much about Dean and I, but yeah, he managed to fool me long enough for me to start trusting him in general. I’d let wrong details slide, but he never fully trusted me.”Her tone made it very clear that however upset she was with Dean, was nothing in comparison to how she felt towards Sharron right now. ”Why don’t you ask Cheshire? Or did he vanish into the shadows.” Her eyes slid towards Dean. She didn’t know what to expect from him, but she could feel a familiar sense of calm just from being near him. | | |
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2016 12:03:35 GMT -6
Taking the collar off seemed to help her relax a bit. He could sense her loosening up, something he was hoping for. He wanted her to love him again. He knew it was a lot to ask for but it was all he could hope for. She had to know that name and skills were nothing compared to the fact that he was still the same man she'd fallen in love with. He also knew showing her that would take time. It was hard enough to win her over the first time, this time would be extremely difficult.
"I can explain part of that. You see Tessa, I'm a mutant. I have an ability to enter people's dreams. I can manipulate them however I want but can also use it to find things out. When I was...shot, it activated my dream ability and I somehow ended up in Lewis' mind. His mind was so...broken I got trapped there and we began to merge. It was how he had so many memories. But for the record, the only other one who knew of my powers was my dad and he asked me not to tell anyone."
'That is true Sergeant. My late husband was somewhat of a paranoid dreamer and believed SHIELD would use 26's powers to spy on people.'
He knew that was going to happen. The fact his mom hadn't out right had him doing that right away was either some sort of maternal love, or more likely, they couldn't find the ideal target. But still it was only a matter of time, which he knew to be true.
'His cohorts seem to have all but disappeared with the exception of White Queen and Absolem. But Absolem is so high and drunk we can't get anything out of him and the White Queen seems to believe she truly is a queen. She keeps calling us peasants and a handful of words she may have made up. We can't enter Lewis' mind, 26 has shown how truly dangerous that is. SO the only other option we have now, is your mind Sergeant. That way we can find out anything you might've seen and ignored. So either you relax and take a nap, or we fill the room with sleeping gas. Your call really.'
"Ya know you can't actually ensure I poke around in her mind. It's entirely possible I refuse and just create a nice dream world for her."
'Do it or I bring in a telepath to find the answers by any means necessary. It's really up to her.'
He knew his mow could be cut throat if need be. If anything he was impressed. She was hardcore, tenacious and knew what she wanted. He respected that but also at times like this knew it was too dangerous.
"If we do this then after you have to answer some questions. Not as Agent 13, not as second in command of SHIELD, but as my mother."
He said before turning his attention back to Tessa. He wanted to try and comfort her but knew if he touched her there was a chance his hand would be broken.
"I promise you it'll be in and out. I'll simply look through your memories, see anything you might've seen and ignored and then I'll be out. I can also get rid of any nightmares you might ever have."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2016 12:31:49 GMT -6
Give up, we needed the c o m p a n y Let's drink to your health Tessa listened carefully, politely, as Dean explained how Hatter had know such intimate details about the two of them. A mutant?! Why hadn’t he ever told her? He’d known about her. Damn, her whole squad knew about her. She was so furious that she new if she even acknowledged that he’d spoken, she’d end up pinning him to the ground and trying to strangle him. Instead she sat there, grinding her teeth and trying not to think about it too much, until… ”My dreams?” It wasn’t a very clear question. She could have simply been assuming he’d been in her head and accusing him of being in her dreams, manipulating them. On the other hand, she could have simply been asking him if he’d ever gone into her dreams in the first place. Even Tessa wasn’t exactly sure which question she meant. Maybe both. The former Sergeant couldn’t help but snort with distained laughter when Agent 13 threatened to get into her head by any means necessary. ”And you wonder why people, A: don’t trust you, and B: don’t like you.” She focused all her attention on the woman across from her. ”Have you ever tried being drunk while interrogating Absolem? Even if you get no real information, someone will get a good laugh out of it, and this hell hole in the sky could probably use a good laugh. As for the Queen, have you tried bringing in a Queen of your own? I’m sure you’ve got one stashed away somewhere. Or at least know how you could bribe, threaten, or manipulate on into giving her a royal hand.”The sarcasm dripped thick from her words. If it had been something real and tangible, it would probably have burned a giant hole right the floor and hull of the ship by now. On the other hand, while her words swam in sarcasm, she was actually giving options that she thought might work. Tessa thought long and hard about this new option. Let Dean in and probably have some semblance of control over what parts of her mind were seen, or some stranger wouldn’t give a fuck if it left her drooling in a bed the rest of her life. Dean had hardly been able to finish his little speech about being in and out real quick when she gave her answer. ”Fine. But only Dean. You know what I know ONLY after he’s back out. No piggy backing or anything. Just him,” she said, her green eyes fixed immovably on Sharron. ”How do we start this thing.” This time, she was looking at Dean. | | |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2016 23:02:44 GMT -6
"Yes Butter...er...Tessa, I can go in and manipulate your dreams. It's a mostly passive power but I can use it to figure out most things you've likely ignored and over looked as pointless powers. Your brain would still hold those memories and I can find them. All the while you'd be completely unaware."
As they spoke Sharon Carter had put on a gas mask. Dean looked at her and narrowed his eyes as gas began to fill the room. She was betting on Tessa enough to take this option better than the other one. She didn't like using corrupt telepaths but it worked. She'd found most psychics couldn't be trusted. But her son she trusted without question.
"She....she can't...come...."
He could feel the gas hitting them and quickly, or as quick as he could, his hands shot out to try and ease Tessa's head down. It was a solid metal table and she might wake up with a headache anyways, hitting her head would make it worse.
"I still want answers...."
He said before the gas took him over and he was out, his head falling back. His mind went to an astral form and shot over to Tessa quickly. She had a few walls up but he could easily navigate around them. He'd encountered more resistance before but Tessa was impressive. Considering she had no time to try and build them up.
As soon as he landed he saw what was likely a recurring dream, as it had been for him too. He was watching from afar as Tessa and Dean were on patrol that fateful day. He snapped his fingers and the image froze, but Tessa would likely be aware of it changing. As the patrol image faded she was now having dinner with her favorite celebrity, someone he knew she found attractive.
"Just enjoy yourself Buttercup while I poke around."
He was dressed as a waiter at the fancy French cafe the two were eating at. The only real difference was he had his leg instead of a prosthetic. Finding what he was looking for might be tricky, but something told him he had time. All he had to do was find the right door. He whistled calmly as he began to open random doors. He knew there was likely an easier way but this made sense to him. So he opened the front doors of shops and homes near by, viewing her memories.
"Huh, a cowboy for Halloween, cute..."
He mumbled to himself. He then moved on to the other door, still trying to find what he was looking for. He glanced over at Tessa at the cafe.
"Just enjoy yourself Buttercup, you deserve to be happy."
He said calmly before moving on to the next door.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 23:59:00 GMT -6
Give up, we needed the c o m p a n y Let's drink to your health Everything faded quickly. They must..be...using……
Dean walked beside her, one arm rested on top of his rifle while the other kept a ready grip on it. He’d just flashed her a smile, opening...hi- Everything slowed before... Slowly @sebastian ’s face came into focus, smiling at her over a plate of biscotti and cup of French press. Tessa found herself smiling back. She should have a good time. A nice little date with Sebastian, in France. She deserved a break, in France....France. Wait. Something was wrong here. This wasn’t right. She took a sip of her coff...All wrong. Then Nothing. She looked up as a door opened. She remembered. She was here, asleep. They needed...something that her dreams could bring. No that...Her eyes latched on to Dean as the door swung open more. ”Dean?” Sand rolled in from behind her. Bullets started whizzing past them. But even Dean wasn’t Dean right now. Something was off. He wasn’t dressed right. He didn’t have his gun. Everything went blank, like a computer restarting. But she and Dean stayed. In a cafe in Paris. ”This was not what I meant.” She remembered it all now. She was lucid. ”I don’t want you poking around here by yourself. This is my mind, not Lewis’, and sure as hell not yours.”Tessa crossed her arms, not realizing she was still wearing a lovely little sundress from her date with Seb. | | |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2016 13:20:21 GMT -6
Dean ignored Tessa's little date and went about business. He knew it would only make things harder for him. He hated that she'd moved on without him while he was in a coma. It wasn't her fault, it was his mother's. If Sharon had only told Tessa that Dean was found alive and in a coma it would have changed everything. But for whatever reason Sharon had kept that information from her, a reason Dean intended to find out, one way or another. He knew Sharon had a powerful will, but he'd get to her in a dream if he had to.
He noticed Tessa resisting his dream, of course he hadn't put that much effort into it either. He could've easily gone harder and deeper on her and she would've been lost. But this was one of the first times he'd gotten to actually talk to her in well over a year. He still remembered his last words before he was 'executed'. He'd told her he loved her and he'd find her. Or tried to as best he could through a gag.
"So who's the guy?"
He asked as she came up behind him. He'd mostly ignored her comment about not poking around in her head. It took a lot to actually stop him, especially if he wanted something.
"Oh believe me, this is nothing like Lewis' nightmare realm. One of the few dream realms I've been in that I couldn't easily manipulate. His realm was like a psychotic Wonderland. I still have nightmares about it. I can usually get out of them but sometimes it's harder than others."
He said before opening another door and glancing inside. He sighed and shook his head. He glanced over his shoulder at her before moving on to the next door.
"I honestly never thought you'd be a merc Buttercup. I figured when you left you'd go ahead and teach sharpshooting or take up some security gig."
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