These Talks of Ours
We all know I enjoy torturing poor Dean-o. It's a constant in my stories.
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Dean climbed out of the Impala in the apartment garage and closed the door a bit roughly, the sound echoing around. He shook his head and walked out of the underground room, heading for the elevator. He had spent last night with Lisa and Ben, gone to work, then decided he should come home and hope that Castiel wasn't there so he could talk to Jacey. Although part of him was praying his roommate was there so that he wouldn't have to talk to the red headed girl. Dean groaned as he stepped into the elevator and pushed the button. Life just generally sucked all around it seemed. He shut his eyes as he leaned back against the wall, feeling the box move. It stopped almost right away, he opened his eyes to see the doors opening and Jacey standing on the other side.
"Oh...uh...hi." The girl greeted.
"Hey." Dean sighed, leaning back again and closing his eyes. Jacey raised an eyebrow but took it to be safe to get in. She stepped in and watched the doors close. "I hate to say this but...we need to talk."
"No we don't." Jacey shot back.
"We sort of do." Dean pointed out, opening his eyes once more and gazing at the back of the head in front of him.
"There's nothing to talk about." Jacey insisted, turning around to face him. "What happened, happened. It's done, it's in the past, and that's where it's staying. Right?" Dean blinked several times, now certain that she had heard the conversation he had with Sam the other day seeing as how those were the exact words he had used. Her arms crossed as she waited for a response. "Believe it or not, I'm not here to mess up your life. My folks kicked me out and I'm just here until I find my own place. I'm looking very hard so I'll be out of your life soon. No one has to know what happened."
"Uh...oh...umm..okay." Dean muttered, caught off guard. The girl before him was a hell of a lot different than the one he had met a couple of months ago. He sighed and ran a hand over his head, consumed with the feeling to fix things rather than leaving them the way they currently were. "Look, Jacey, if I did...anything...to hurt you or anything...I am sorry."
"Didn't hurt me." Jacey assured him.
"Just let me have my say right now, okay?" Dean asked. Jacey sighed and tilted her head. "You know what was going on then, hell, pretty sure I spilled nearly my whole life story that day. My point here is, you're really a good girl. Great even. Whatever you heard me say to my brother was just to get him off my case. I had fun that day, first time in a long time actually, and...you really helped me out."
"I tend to do that." Jacey muttered.
"Hopefully not always in that exact same way though." Dean joked. Jacey grinned slightly and shook her head. "My point in, you're great...terrific. I just...I want to thank you." He unconsciously lifted his hand, brushing aside some of her hair and looking at her green eyes. "But...for now...that day just needs to stay between you and me."
"And apparently your brother." Jacey pointed out.
"Yeah well, sort of had to tell someone." Dean defeated, grinning. "I mean come on, that was just...wow."
"Wow?" Jacey asked.
"Oh don't sound surprised." Dean shot back playfully. A small smile graced the girl's face, making Dean laugh. "You definitely know how good you are."
"Yeah, guess I do." Jacey agreed. "But my brother and your girlfriend are not to know."
"No...they're not." Dean sobered up in that moment, nodding in agreement. "I've known Cas for a bit now and he's a really good friend...but I've seen how he is with you. He'll likely kill me."
"Most likely." Jacey muttered, nodding.
"So we're good?" Dean asked, tilting his head slightly. "Just you...me...Sam...no one else."
"No one else." Jacey repeated. They looked at each other for a few seconds. "There's umm..." she stopped herself as the elevator doors opened and she remembered the current situation. "We're here."
"Huh? Oh right, yeah." Dean muttered. They walked out of the small box, a slightly awkward feel suddenly falling over them. They went down the hall in silence and Dean unlocked the apartment door.
"Cas?" Jacey called out. She looked around but saw no sign of her brother.
"Guess he's not home yet." Dean remarked, going into the kitchen.
"Now what?" Jacey asked, leaning in the doorway. Dean shrugged and took a beer out of the fridge. He held it out to her but she just shook her head, arms crossing loosely over her stomach.
"Hey, I got a question." Dean suddenly spoke up. Jacey raised an eyebrow. "You guys share a mom right?" The girl nodded slowly. "What was she thinking with those names? Castiel...Jacey..."
"There's another one named Gabriel." Jacey added in. "He lives in New York though, I think he's trying to get on Broadway. Fairly certain he's bisexual."
"Huh." Dean muttered, taking that all in. He shook his head, going back to his original inquiry. "So then what's with the names?"
"Castiel and Gabriel are names of Angels." Jacey explained. "Cas was born on a Thursday and that's what that Angel was for. Gabriel is older than both of us and that Angel I think is supposed to be God's right or left hand, I don't really remember."
"And Jacey?" Dean asked.
"It's actually Jocelyn." Jacey replied. "Jocelyn Carol Morgan. My friends used to call me JC, first and middle initials, then I just figured to make it an actual word."
"Huh. So is Jocelyn an Angel as well?" Dean asked. At that, Jacey started laughing. Dean raised an eyebrow, unsure of what had happened.
"No way." Jacey laughed, shaking her head. "Jocelyn actually means little goth." This time Dean joined in the laughing. "Pretty far from Angels." They both laughed for a few minutes. In that time, Jacey had moved into the kitchen. As the laughter died down, Dean took to watching the red head fill a pot with water and set about making spaghetti.
"I forgot you cooked." He muttered.
"You've known me a grand total of two days." Jacey pointed out. "I just cooked the one time."
"Wasn't it spaghetti then too?" Dean asked. Jacey laughed again and nodded. "That's all you know isn't it?"
"No!" Jacey replied, faking hurt. Dean chuckled and walked out of the kitchen, deciding to leave her to it.
***TTB*TTB*TTB*TTB*TTB***
"I talked to mom." Castiel's voice tore Jacey out of her daze as she read a book she had found in the apartment. She slowly lifted her eyes to look at her older brother. "She told me what happened and what your dad said."
"Okay." Jacey muttered slowly.
"She's trying to settle your dad down and explain things to him but we agreed you're better off here for the time being." Castiel explained, sitting down on the couch next to the young woman.
"I'm not going back now, even if he does settle down." Jacey pointed out. "I know how he's going to be later. I'm not going through that."
"Well then you're allowed to stay here as long as you need." Castiel assured her, putting an arm around her. "Although we may need to consider getting a place with another room."
"Don't do that, I'll be out of here soon enough, it's okay." Jacey countered. Castiel looked down at his sister, worrying now. "It's nothing personal or anything. I just think it's about time I learn to take care of myself."
"This is about more than just you taking care of yourself." Castiel pointed out. Jacey just sighed and hugged him. She made no other remarks and they just sat there, quiet for a few minutes. A question she didn't want to hear was finally asked. "So who..."
"Don't worry about it." Jacey cut in quickly. "It doesn't matter."
Knowing he wasn't going to get anything else out of her, Castiel fell back into silence. They sat quietly, both of them thinking over what had happened and what they knew. Jacey's fingers drummed against her thigh as she started to get uncomfortable. She looked over at her book and wondered if she could pick it up and start reading again without seeming rude.
"You know, I'm proud of you no matter what, right?" Castiel asked. Jacey looked at him, a little surprised. "I know things have been weird between us for a while but you know that whenever you need something, I'll do what I can to help."
"That's why I'm here." Jacey pointed out, grinning. Castiel smiled and gave her a gentle hug, kissing the top of her head. "You're the best Cas, thanks. Just...don't tell anyone why I got kicked out alright?"
"I'll let you do that." Castiel agreed. "But umm...you may want to give Gabe a call."
"Did you tell him?" Jacey asked.
"He called mom's earlier to talk to you and since you weren't there..." Castiel let it hang there, knowing the girl knew where it was heading.
"Okay, okay, fine." Jacey muttered. "I'll call the show boy." Castiel laughed and patted her shoulder before standing up to see what had been made for dinner.
So there's a little teeny bit of insight into Dean and Jacey, as well as how Jacey ended up at their place. What do you reader people think should happen next chapter? I'm open for suggestions lol.
