(For Dean)

[sharktoothtotem]

 Taylor sat in a chair across from him sketching in her journal.  A little of the charcoal from the stick she was using had smudged her cheek from when she had tucked a lock of hair out of her face. She was in short running shorts, and a cropped tee, over which she had a thin hoodie that looked like it was made of blue mesh, her backpack was on the floor under her chair, more out of habit than anything.  

"So, you really hunt monsters don't you?"  She had been mulling it over for a while.  "What is that like?"

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[sharktoothtotem]

"I'm quick with a rough sketch honestly. I've broken enough cameras on a trip to rely on my sketches more." She grinned. "And know how many times I've been caught by one of the opposing teams after the same treasure? They always insist I'm worth more Live, though I make their lives hell as soon as their back is turned."

"My uncle and Grandfather insisted. When they found out how close I was they told the rest of our group to have no contact until closer to graduation. Other than Lara, I'm the only one who went to school after high school."

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"Whatever works, I guess." He shrugs. Is he still going to tease? Heck yeah.
"Still doesn't count as sitting still though. That'd be like me saying I'm on stakeout and then sitting with my back turned the whole time."

"College is good, I'll have to agree with them on that one. As much as the adventure highs are awesome, you should also still remember how to appreciate normal." He meets her eyes, and he's being entirely honest about that. There's still a bit of him that wishes that Sam had been able to do the normal thing he so desperately wanted to do way back when. The thing he had fought so hard to keep hold of until Dean had come barging into his life because he was lonely and didn't know how to cope. "Balances out the crazy."

[sharktoothtotem]

"You would be surprised what you could still tell while blind." Her hand went to her shark tooth a moment. "I mean really, blindfolding someone really doesn't work." She gave a smile. "And can be a lot of fun honestly."

"Just, with all the paperwork done, sucks to have to play the intern until they say I'm good enough to go solo. All because I need that damn paper." She sighed. "And normal is over rated, I may be too used to the crazy."

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"There's a lot of things that can get real fun real fast." He returns that smile... then wiggles his eyebrows. "Especially with just the right amount of danger."

Oh god, you sound like him before his world went to shit. "Yep, I used to think the same. Been in crazy since I was four years old, didn't know anything else. Didn't want anything else. Life was determined to show me I as wrong, and I guess it kinda did, to be fair." He meets her eyes, all serious. "Normal is fleeting, crazy is forever. Trust me when I say you should make the most of it."

[sharktoothtotem]

"I have stated I'm an adrenaline junkie right?" She set the sketch on the table.

"I know a little of the other side. I mean, the guy that raised me wanted me to try to fit into high society so I had to play normal. Dresses and high heels are torture devices. You can't convince me otherwise." She watches him, her gauze had been serious as well. "I'll stick with embracing the crazy, from what I've learned so far, has pretty much let me know that I really don't care for the people playing normal. Too many white fences, rules and lies to tell to keep up the appearance. Of course may just be high society like that."

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"I have seen enough of high society to know that their crazy runs deeper than my normal sort of crazies." He chuckles, shrugging off and letting the conversation drop. Welp, he now knows how it feels on the other side of that particular conversation. He stand s and makes his way across the room, settling himself onto the floor and resting his head in her lap, now that the book is put down distraction mode is a firm go. After all, she had asked. Green eyes staring up at her from her lap, promising nothing but mischief and demanding attention now he's been good and sat still long enough for her to sketch. "You sure you can lower yourself to slumming it with little old me?"