[ She's not sure how long they've already been at it, Sam and Julia trading another book filled with ancient texts and no answers. Her fingers trace the rim of her whiskey glass as she reads, trying to figure out how another Knight of Hell apparently came into existence when they were supposed to be wiped out.
Julia can't stop her eyes from wandering to Dean when the Latin phrases all start to meld together, barely registering Sam mentioning something about needing help with an Ancient Greek passage. Whatever was going on between herself and Dean wasn't something she spoke about openly. Especially not to his brother of all people. They had fun together whenever she was in town and she tried to be a safe place for him if he needed to vent his feelings... Though it usually wasn't verbal. But where he didn't talk, she did -- confided in him when he'd been at some of his lowest points. She didn't take his shit and she'd been in his shoes. Not the same situation, but being stripped of her soul and possessed, being forced to take a back seat while she watched atrocity after atrocity go down. People telling her she shouldn't blame herself, not understanding why she couldn't have been strong enough to fight it. Even if it had been an unkillable monster inside her.
She had no idea what emotions were going through his mind, but she had a guess of how he wanted to spend her first night back in the bunker. She runs her fingers through her long curls, brushing them out of her face as she returns her attention to Sam to help with the translation. But she can't stop the way her eyes keep drifting to the other brother, casually dipping a finger into her whiskey as she debates a word choice with Sam before bringing her finger to her lips.
If he needed to escape, she was ready to indulge him as soon as she and Sam hit a natural stopping point. Could be hours from now, but she'd make it worth his while. The hours cemented into place once she genuinely gets caught up in a theory from Sam, jumping to her feet to walk around and grab one of the books she'd brought with her near Dean -- remembering something she'd seen in passing. Her knee-length sweater billows behind her, pulling away from her black tank top and jeans. She's never not in enchanted heels, the sound echoing in the large room as she walks. Pulling out the chair next to him, she quickly sits, flipping through the pages as she calls names and phrases out to Sam while he takes notes. Her concentration is completely dedicated to the pages, already reaching for another book as she and Sam follow another idea that could be a possible lead.
Even this close to him, she's already distracted again -- giving his thigh a quick squeeze under the table before she throws herself fully into translating Aramaic on the fly. ]
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Julia can't stop her eyes from wandering to Dean when the Latin phrases all start to meld together, barely registering Sam mentioning something about needing help with an Ancient Greek passage. Whatever was going on between herself and Dean wasn't something she spoke about openly. Especially not to his brother of all people. They had fun together whenever she was in town and she tried to be a safe place for him if he needed to vent his feelings... Though it usually wasn't verbal. But where he didn't talk, she did -- confided in him when he'd been at some of his lowest points. She didn't take his shit and she'd been in his shoes. Not the same situation, but being stripped of her soul and possessed, being forced to take a back seat while she watched atrocity after atrocity go down. People telling her she shouldn't blame herself, not understanding why she couldn't have been strong enough to fight it. Even if it had been an unkillable monster inside her.
She had no idea what emotions were going through his mind, but she had a guess of how he wanted to spend her first night back in the bunker. She runs her fingers through her long curls, brushing them out of her face as she returns her attention to Sam to help with the translation. But she can't stop the way her eyes keep drifting to the other brother, casually dipping a finger into her whiskey as she debates a word choice with Sam before bringing her finger to her lips.
If he needed to escape, she was ready to indulge him as soon as she and Sam hit a natural stopping point. Could be hours from now, but she'd make it worth his while. The hours cemented into place once she genuinely gets caught up in a theory from Sam, jumping to her feet to walk around and grab one of the books she'd brought with her near Dean -- remembering something she'd seen in passing. Her knee-length sweater billows behind her, pulling away from her black tank top and jeans. She's never not in enchanted heels, the sound echoing in the large room as she walks. Pulling out the chair next to him, she quickly sits, flipping through the pages as she calls names and phrases out to Sam while he takes notes. Her concentration is completely dedicated to the pages, already reaching for another book as she and Sam follow another idea that could be a possible lead.
Even this close to him, she's already distracted again -- giving his thigh a quick squeeze under the table before she throws herself fully into translating Aramaic on the fly. ]