Title: County Death Records
Disclaimer: Dean's not mine. Just for fun.
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 500
Point of view: third
Prompt: When he walks in, her first thought is God, he's gorgeous—but then she sees the coiled danger in his walk, recognizes rugged strength and tiger's grace, and she knows that this is a man she could fear.
It's a Tuesday. Marie's been working at the library for thirty days and some hours(she doesn't feel like counting) when he walks in the door. Now, she knows beautiful people—her sister's a fashion model, after all, and always had her friends at home, before Marie moved out—but she has never, ever seen his equal before.
He gives her a jaunty smile as he passes the check-in desk and heads for the computers. Huge hazel eyes the size of planets, dark blond hair that looks soft as a chick's down, tall—taller than Davey, and he's six foot—with a face that wouldn't be out of place on an angel… and that's when Marie shuts down on the train of thought. If she keeps going that way, she'll be developing a crush on someone she's never even talked to and probably won't see ever again.
-
Thing is, he comes back the next day.
He's limping this time, and has a bruise spreading across the left side of his face. She watches him move toward the computer—same as the day before—and slowly, carefully, sink down into the uncomfortable chair.
But then a patron demands attention and by the time Marie's able to look back, he's gone.
-
Next time, it's three nights later, about an hour before closing. Marie and Thomas are the only workers there, and there're three patrons. The bruise has faded, though still visible, but he moves fine again.
Like Apollo, actually, her cat. Marie studies the man—unparalleled in gorgeousness, but he's not just a pretty boy. He's a fighter.
Dangerous. Very, very dangerous.
Marie likes that in a man.
-
On Monday, he comes back again. Marie's determined to talk to him this time, to see if she can help in some way. She's a librarian, right? That's what librarians do.
But when he walks in the door, he heads straight for her, smiling that smile.
She's immune to the smile. Really. George broke her of gorgeous men grinning at her, the bastard.
Marie still gets weak at the knees, though, when he leans on the counter. "Hello, miss," he drawls.
She nods. "Can I help you?"
"I was hopin' you might have a copy of the county death records," he tells her, peering up at her through his lashes. Really long, dark lashes, even better than her sister's. Now, that's just not fair.
"They got burned up about ten years ago, I think," Marie says.
He slumps. "Damn. That'll make my project that much harder."
Marie bites her lip, studying him. When he notices, he straightens back up. "There are a few copies, maybe. Shoved to the back."
He smiles.
-
When Marie heads to the backroom the next time, she pretends not to notice that a folder is missing.
She doesn't see him again, until seven years later and Thomas is watching "America's Most Wanted."
She'd been right, it turns out. He's a dangerous man. And still more beautiful than anyone she's ever seen.