“I’m wondering why I shouldn’t just kill you.” There’s a pause. The tension had seemed to peak as soon as they had made eye contact. And yet it continued to rise.
Benny rebounds soon enough. A quick thinker, as was expected given his current line of business, “but baby - you’d be disappointing me. All the trouble you went through to arrange this shin-dig? Must be something more you’re after…?”
Was it another play? Another move to get him ahead? He couldn’t be sure. Regardless, the offer was intriguing enough to play along.
You mean to tell me that you went home and swiped a ball that was signed by Babe Ruth and you brought it out here and actually played with it? Yeah, but I was gonna bring it back! But it was signed by Babe Ruth! You keep telling me that, who is she?
A/N: This baby got away from me but in the best possible way. I hope you all enjoy! Also as mentioned, I hate titles and summaries. Gifs/images are from google, all errors are my own, and feedback is greatly appreciated.
Summary: An accident causes you to wake up in the land of monsters known as Purgatory and finds you quickly captured by vampires. Luckily your guardian angel is looking after you and you’re saved by two brave men. The only problem one of those men is a fictional character from your favorite show Supernatural.
The universe had decided that today was not my day. First, the hairstylist apparently didn’t grab the right dye and now the red hair I was hoping for was now pink. Not even subtle pink it was bright and I’m sure my job would have a field day once I went back to work next week. Following that fiasco, as I was leaving the salon I tripped and broke the frames on my glasses resulting in me scrambling to find a pair of reader glasses close enough to my prescription lenses. Finally, when I get ready on my way to my blind date, which is my first date in ages, the traffic is insane and I’m trapped on the interstate. Like I said the universe is out to get me.
I text the blind date that I’m literally stuck in stand still traffic including a picture for proof because even I think it’s fishy. He texts back a rather short message saying it’s probably for the best. That’s the message I get without anything further and I toss my phone in the seat completely done with the day. At this point, I just want to go home curl up in bed and binge on Supernatural. I don’t know why but just watching the Winchesters always makes me feel better. The eighth season can’t start soon enough. By the time I reach a ramp where I can get off the interstate it’s almost nine o’clock so I just take the back road I know to get back to my apartment quicker.