(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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[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

He's doing his best to stay as still as still as possible but at the question, he runs his tongue across his lip in contemplation.

"It's... a lot of things." He could spin her some line, but with the way tonight has gone and how open she's been, he decides he owes her more than that. "It's hard. Brutal. Bloody." He huffs a little chuckle, eyes dropping away from her for a minute. "...Fun. I've always enjoyed it a little too much, probably. Honestly, I've been in this life so long I wouldn't know what to do with a normal one. At this point, all I'm hoping is to go down in a blaze of glory and that I get some goddamned rest."

[sharktoothtotem]

"Yeah..." She pauses when he sinks to the floor, her own eyes twinkle a little as she smirks.

"Well I don't know Dean, can you handle someone high society slumming it?" She leaned down though distracting him from answering with a kiss, testing the waters some. "Because if you can, I'm fine with the role when I need to." She whispered.