Imagine: The reader confronts Dean about his feelings for her, and when he refuses to admit how he feels, the reader gives him an ultimatum.
A/N: Taking a little break from Night Falls to bring you some juicy smut, Enjoy.
You kept replaying it over and over, trying to figure out what went wrong.
You took your sixth shot, slamming the glass down before Dean and throwing your hands up in victory.
“That’s four!” You yell, your voice echoing off the bookshelves.
You look across the table, the oldest Winchester pouting as he drops his glass in a clattering defeat.
“Yeah, yeah.” He waves you off and you roll your eyes.
“Sounds to me like someone’s a sore Losechester if you ask me.”
“Losechester? Really?” His voice is deep and rough, and if you didn’t know him, you’d think he was angry.
“Well,” you lean back in your chair. “You definitely aren’t a Winchester, that’s for damn sure.” You snicker.
Dean just rolls his eyes at you, but you can see the slight smirk on his lips.
You push yourself out of your chair and stumble around the table, lowering yourself onto his armrest, not really thinking about what you’re doing, but not liking the huge space between you.
His dopey green eyes look up at you, a rare moment with your usual height difference.
His hand finds you knee in a touch that would have been innocent enough had there not been enough tension between the two of you to ignite a room on fire.
You were so sick of the back and forth these past months. All the looks, the touches, every little thing he did to you, without ever doing anything. And with whiskey flowing through your veins, you can’t stand it a moment longer.
Aro sighed. “That’s unfortunate. Such a waste.” Edward hissed. “Join or die, is that it? I suspected as much when we were brought to this room. So much for your laws.” The tone of his voice surprised me. He sounded irate, but there was something deliberate about his delivery— as if he’d chosen his words with great care. “Of course not.” Aro blinked, astonished. “We were already convened here, Edward, awaiting Heidi’s return. Not for you.”
There are some of you out there who would have made these three panels weirdly sexual and uncomfortable. Please note that Adrian Alphona read the script, remembered he was writing a 16-year-old dork, and gave us three panels of true hilarity. It’s all about how you frame it. At no point in these panels the focus on Kamala’s butt. It’s her surprise that her wound has healed, her face as she tries to find the bullet, and then the her hand signifying her victory as she lifts the bullet to the top of the frame. It keeps the story where it needs to be, on Kamala learning to use her powers, while finding a really great visual gag that brings home the fact we’re dealing with a somewhat awkward teenage girl who isn’t always thinking about that other people can see her.
Well done, Alphona. May other artists learn from these really fantastic panels.