“What the hell happened to you?” Sam exclaimed.
“Someone was shooting at us” Jo explained agitated. Dean was leaning on her and he was starting to become heavy. Cas rushed to them and took over.
“Thank you” Jo said.
“Where is it that you’re injured?” Cas asked. “Then I’ll heal you”
Dean shot a long look at Jo and then looked at Cas. “No” he said slowly. “I’m not that hurt. The bullet just missed me, it’s just a scratch. Jo can take care of me”
Jo frowned, but nodded in agreement.
Dean shot a meaningful glance at Sam, knowing Cas wouldn’t understand. Sam grabbed Cas’ arm and dragged him outside, while Cas looked sheepishly at Dean, quietly asking for an explanation.
Dean lay on the bed and Jo sank down next to him. She carefully lifted his T-shirt and held her breath. Usually she didn’t have any trouble with blood, unless it was the blood of someone she cared about. And she cared about Dean a lot.
She dabbed a wet towel against his side and he clenched his teeth.
“I’m sorry” she said soft.
“No, it’s…it’s fine” Dean said. He tried to sit up, decided that it hurt too much and lay back down. “I…eh…I wanted to tell you I’m sorry”
“Sorry about what?” Jo asked, consciously avoiding Dean’s look.
“For sleeping with you, for the wrong reason” Dean said.
“And being a total jackass afterwards” Jo added helpfully.
“Yeah, that too” Dean said.
“And leaving me behind” Jo said.
“I’m sorry” Dean said.
For a few seconds Jo didn’t respond. Then she pressed Dean’s wound and he exclaimed.
“Now we’re even’ Jo smiled.
“Someone was shooting at us” Jo explained agitated. Dean was leaning on her and he was starting to become heavy. Cas rushed to them and took over.
“Thank you” Jo said.
“Where is it that you’re injured?” Cas asked. “Then I’ll heal you”
Dean shot a long look at Jo and then looked at Cas. “No” he said slowly. “I’m not that hurt. The bullet just missed me, it’s just a scratch. Jo can take care of me”
Jo frowned, but nodded in agreement.
Dean shot a meaningful glance at Sam, knowing Cas wouldn’t understand. Sam grabbed Cas’ arm and dragged him outside, while Cas looked sheepishly at Dean, quietly asking for an explanation.
Dean lay on the bed and Jo sank down next to him. She carefully lifted his T-shirt and held her breath. Usually she didn’t have any trouble with blood, unless it was the blood of someone she cared about. And she cared about Dean a lot.
She dabbed a wet towel against his side and he clenched his teeth.
“I’m sorry” she said soft.
“No, it’s…it’s fine” Dean said. He tried to sit up, decided that it hurt too much and lay back down. “I…eh…I wanted to tell you I’m sorry”
“Sorry about what?” Jo asked, consciously avoiding Dean’s look.
“For sleeping with you, for the wrong reason” Dean said.
“And being a total jackass afterwards” Jo added helpfully.
“Yeah, that too” Dean said.
“And leaving me behind” Jo said.
“I’m sorry” Dean said.
For a few seconds Jo didn’t respond. Then she pressed Dean’s wound and he exclaimed.
“Now we’re even’ Jo smiled.
''well it dont seem like nothin'' flame said '' well i like spyro but he already has a mate'' ''OMG shes lookin for a mate better play cool'' flame thought ''well im free'' ''but i got to know ya better b4 i look for a mate'' ''u went for spyro and u dont him yet ether'' true but hes so cute i cant resist'' well do ya wanna hang out'' okay'' lets go to the lake and fish'' ''sure'' at the lake spyro and cynder were already there fishin and ember saw them '' oh great spyro's with that nasty witch cynder again she's the evil one from the dark master wy wood he go out with her'' she thought ''lets go to this spot'' flame said snapping ember out of her trance-like state ''comin'' then cynder said ''woah spyro i caught i big one!'' ''good goin cynder'' ''thats good food for us'' ''tehtehtehteh'' cynder giggled ''u a good fisher too'' ''lets go back to the gardians with the food'' ''okay'' cynder said.
Sometime in our life, everyone must face the fear of rejection and being alone in the big, messed upn world.
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. or ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. or ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
