[Continuing with the change. Enjoy!]
ONE YEAR AGO
NOW
An alarm beeped at precisely seven am. Dean woke up in bed next to Ariel.
"Are you all right okay?" Ariel asked.
"Yeah, I'm good," Dean replied.
INT. BAR
Dean was having a beer with Sid.
Sid spoke. "And thank God this is before Facebook, right? Because it'd be me and that goat all over the Internet. Don't get me wrong, right? No complaints. But if you'd have said to me, "hey, you -- 15 years from now? Suburbia.""
"Oh. Yeah," Dean agreed.
"Right?"
"Believe me, I know."
"So, you've traveled around a lot, huh?"
"Mm-hmm. Yeah, my whole life, pretty much."
"And?"
"I don't know."
"Come on. You -- what, you moved in, what, about a year ago?"
"Yeah, thereabouts."
"So I been buying you beer for a year. And I think that means you owe me a couple of gory details."
"Oh, no. There's not much to tell, you know? It's, uh... I lived on the road... Took, uh, crap jobs that nobody else wanted."
"Like?"
"Like... Pest control."
"Really? Pest control."
"Yeah. You get to work with a partner or two. You get to help people. You have no idea what's in some people's walls. It could eat 'em alive."
"Yeesh."
"'Course, that was then. And now..."
"You're practically respectable."
"Yeah. Wow. I guess. That's kind of scary, actually."
"Thanks, guys," a waitress said.
"Thank you," Sid replied. "I think she likes you."
Dean held up the receipt with her name, Brigitta, and her phone number on it. "You think?"
"What is it with you?! Like, every time!"
"It's like chicks specifically dig unavailable." He ripped up the receipt. "Who knew?"
"I will see you tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Thanks, man."
EXT. STREET
A woman screamed in the distance.
Dean got a flashlight and gun from his truck and entered a deserted building. He found some claw marks and blood.
INT. DEAN'S HOUSE
Dean sat at his computer and was on the phone. "And no one's called about a missing person?" ... "No, this would have been today." ... "So no reports of anything around Vineland and Oak Tree, near that hotel renovation?" ... "Uh, call it a hunch." ... "I've been a cop for a long time." ... "Okay, yeah." ... "No, I'll call you tomorrow. You too, man. Bye."
Ariel stepped in the doorway. "Hey. Who was that?"
"Sid. I'm just setting up a poker game. She was about to leave."
"It's 11:30."
"Is it really? Well, that explains why he was asleep when I called. I'll be right up."
"Okay."
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Lioness
FanfictionTwo angels lead the siege to Hell to rescue one man. Little does she know how important the man will become to her. Dean teaches Ariel to the concept of free will, and Ariel teaches Dean that he is worth it; even if he doesn't always believe it. [...