righteously: ([Neutral] Load-bearing shoulders)
ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴏᴜs ᴍᴀɴ ( ᴊᴇɴɴɪғᴇʀ ᴀɴᴋʟᴇs ) ([personal profile] righteously) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs 2015-04-08 03:27 pm (UTC)

[ He knows that look. Not that he knows Tyke or he's got any sort of bank on her facial expressions, nothing like that, but he's seen that look on at least a dozen faces over the course of these last two years of his life. Ever since he started dimension hopping, he's seen that expression to varying degrees on strangers, and it's never good. Sometimes it's the gentle, mild we've talked a couple times, I remember you, I know you don't remember me suprise. Other times it's worse. Way worse. Way more deep than Dean's got any idea, and he can remember it the first time he (this him) ever met a man named Philip.

It's that we were closer than you're ever gonna know and I want you to stay the hell away from me look that just shuts a person down for a second and renders them immobile. He never got the chance to make things right between him and Phil, and he seriously doubts he'd be capable of it given a hundred damn years in that mansion to try.

So if it seems like a flicker of dark, deep understanding crosses his expression for a split second, that's because it does. It's gone an instant, though, burried between sudden blank professionalism.

He shoots a tight, insincere smile at Allison's attempt to buffer them, outstretched hand awkwardly dropping to rub against his thigh and then slip into his jacket pocket. ]


Figured you guys must be about as short-staffed as the rest of the joint, so Ally was working some recruitment magic. Said you were the person to talk to about it.

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