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The Intimacy Meme

The Intimacy Meme

(Shamelessly taken from... all the rest and modified!)

Intimacy is the glue of any relationship, albeit romantic or friendship. It's getting to the root of humanity, and expanding upon ourselves and letting others in.

Rules:
1. Post with your character.
2. Go to rng and roll from 1-6.
3. Post to others.
4. Profit

Scenes:
1. First Kiss. Maybe you've been harboring feelings or maybe this is random. But it feels good to be that close to someone.

2. Love Confession. You have been head over heels for this person and now it's time to try and get close to them.

3. Secrets. You've been hiding yourself from someone and now it's time to stop. They need to know the real you.

4. First Time. First time you have sex is always nerve racking, but it's in these moments that you show how much you truly care about someone.

5. Shower. Perhaps you've been together for awhile. Maybe you've told each other everything. Maybe you're just dirty and need to get cleaned up. But letting the water flow between two people is still pretty intimate.

6. Post-Coital Bed. Do you feel talkative after sex? Want to ponder the meaning of life / if you guys are more than a one-night stand? Better to do it after the deed probably.. at least your partner will be in a good mood?

7. Road Trip. Good for that bonding experiance you never had! Bad diner food and weird landmarks you never knew you wanted to see! Will it bring you closer to your friend / lover?

8. Drunk. Are you the happy or sad kind? Clingy, or flighty? Maybe you just need a hug, to snuggle close.. to whoever's around at the time!

9. Winter. What could be a better time to curl up with a book, or exchange soft words in the glow of the fire? Hot chocolate time!

10. Free verse. Did I leave something out? Want to combine? Make up your own or pick from the others.

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"I do.". He kept his hands tight on the steering wheel so Lindsey wouldn't see them shake, and tried to sound more sure than he was. "You said yourself I make a good vampire....I can take care of myself. I'll save Sam from your shitty firm and we'll get the hell out of dodge. And you can play music for money just like you wanted. Now fuck off.". His voice in no way just cracked, as he tried to hold back his panic.

"What the hell, Dean?" Lindsey finally asked, feeling the demon's anger rising and finding it preferable to his own panic, he temporarily gave in. "I'm here because of you, got your car's windows nice and safely tinted, and now you tell me to fuck off?!" He growled and bared his human teeth. "You can kiss my ass, boy."

Dean reacted without thinking, eyes immediatly cast down apologetically for yelling at his Sire. It took him almost a minute before forced himself to snap out of it as best he could. "No, no that's not fair.". He opened the car door, slamming it behind him and moved to open the trunk to get Lindsey's stuff. The other man did not have that much power over him...he didn't.

Thinking that Dean was planning on leaving when he got out, Lindsey was half out of the car wanting to chase him down when he realized Dean was going to the trunk. "What are you doing?" he demanded, marching up to join the other vampire there and stop whatever Dean thought he wanted to do.

If Dean even touched Lindsey's guitar case, the younger vampire would find himself suddenly slammed against the side of the car. "No, it's not fair," Lindsey snapped. "Life isn't fair. Nothing ever is. Suck it up."

"You're right, nothing is fair, the fact that youre gonna be walking out of California isn't fair. Suck it up.". He grabbed Lindsey's bag and put it on the curb. He could do this, they were gonna hurt Sam. He started lifting Lindsey's guitar our if the trunk, trying to keep his anger up. He knew Lindsey was a corporate guy, he's not the one that made decisions about crap that would have involved Sam...but he could have told dean before now. Or been more cooperative about getting Sam away from that place...or something...

Lindsey hissed and pushed Dean against the car when the vampire tried to take out his guitar case. "And where do you expect me to walk to?" he growled into Dean's face, unbelieving that this was happening to him. "I can't just go back to Wolfram and Hart!"

Dean winced when he ht the car, pushing back as best he could but was annoyed to find out the older vampire was stronger. "Then...then don't go back there. Steal a car and stay hidden, if your soul can handle the guilt."

Lindsey's arm snapped back at Dean's words as if he wanted to punch him, but there was nothing to punch. It was either Dean or the Impala, and as angry as he was, he honestly didn't want to smash either.

Snarling, he dropped his hand and dropped Dean too. Fine, if Dean didn't want him around, then he wouldn't fucking overstay his welcome. He had more backbone than that. Going to the back of the car, Lindsey reached in and yanked out his guitar case, then angrily marched to the curb to pick up his bag.

Dean barely caught himself from falling forward into the trunk. He turned to watch Lindsey, frozen in place. He opened his mouth to say...something, but what the hell could he do? Tell him he was just joking and ask him to get back in the car? No bullshit childe instincts could get him to do that, and he had to go get Sam....somehow.

At the curb, there was a moment after picking up the bag that Lindsey looked as lost as Dean felt. He stood there, bright blue eyes looking down all the things he owned, barely anything at all considering what a golden boy lawyer he used to be before running with Dean.

Yet before he could turn back to his childe, prove how right Dean was to call him a weakling, he grabbed his things and started marching down the road opposite of the way the Impala came. He had no destination in mind, he didn't even know where he was, but he just knew he wasn't going to go back begging the ungrateful brat Dean turned out to be.

"Lindsey..." come back...call if there's an emergency....I'm sorry. Yeah he couldn't do it. He sighed and closed the trunk, starting back to the drivers seat. He was pissed as hell at the other vampire, didn't make him feel any less like he was about to have a panic attack. "Don't die.". He kept his head down and got back into the car.

Lindsey heard Dean, of course he heard the other vampire, but it didn't do more than to pause his step. He hesitated for a second too long before he looked over his shoulder, but by then Dean had already climbed back into the car and was no longer in sight.

Lindsey stared at the tail lights of the Impala and the otherwise empty road, feeling strangely lost. Before his feet could turn him back though, he clutched the things in his hands tighter and walked down the road again. If he was going to find somewhere to hole up for the day, he needed to get out of this backwater neighborhood first. There was nothing but farmland for miles aside from the freeway.

Dean just kept breathing deeply, though he didn't need the air. Things would be better once Sam was here...then he'd find Lindsey again and they'd all be together. That was his plan and he was going to stick to it.

Problem is most plans made by a Winchester didn't work out too well. Lindsey was right, dean would be a great vampire...one day. Right now he was a baby and thought he was indestructible, which led to him peeling back into this shit town four days later because it was the last place he saw his Sire, this time with a bandaged arm and chest and no Sam. He was sure Lindsey wasn't there anymore but figured he could look into tracking the guy down....not that he was crawling back. He wasn't.

Dean was right, Lindsey wasn't in this town anymore, but his trail wasn't cold at all. His scent was everywhere if Dean only cared to look, mostly in the local bar and a nearby motel. In fact, he left just a day ago, after having hung around three days aimlessly before he decided he had to go before the one who found him wasn't Dean, but Wolfram and Hart.

Strangely enough, no one recalled seeing a man in a suit, though the motel cleaners discovered a discarded suit in the room. The people in the bar described the stranger as a cowboy looking guy who played some beautiful but sad music for a few days.

Still, if Dean cared to investigate with any of the effort he had used when he was a hunter on a case, he would discover that Lindsey had caught a ride for the night with some trucker heading up the coast, and that someone in the bar heard that the lost looking young man wanted to get to Stanford.

Lindsey couldn't have traveled too far though, being that he was restricted to night travel only without the necro-tempered glass of Dean's car.

Dean did do his research and was more and more eager to reconnect with his Sire, if for no other reason than to see the guy out of a suit. It wasn't until he got the tip about Stanford that he realized how urgent finding the other man was. No...Stanford was a bad place. The still aching burns on his body illustrated that. Seemed wolfram and hart weren't the only people watching Sam, though he was less worried about hell right now than he was about the evil law firm.

Sunrise was fast approaching and even with the new windows it would still make searching a bitch. Thankfully it also meant Lindsey was probably stuck somewhere for the night. He hadn't eaten today...or yesterday but he had to try to catch Lindsey while the trail was warm. He drove back the way he came for awhile, pulling off at every truck stop looking for one that matched the one Lindsey had been seen leaving in.

The sky was alright beginning to lighten when Dean finally found the damn thing, and followed his Sire's scent to a near by motel...and while it took him a few minutes he even finally got it down to a specific room. He climbed out of the car, stumbling a little but caught himself. He dragged his ass to the door and started bagging on it.

Lindsey looked up, startled by the noise when he was already falling asleep. The blinds to his room were drawn firmly shut with a Do Not Disturb sign hanging out front, so honestly Lindsey couldn't have guessed who it was.

Until Dean's scent caught up with his drowsy state.

Nearly tripping over his removed boots in his haste to get to the door, Lindsey undid the bolts and chains to swing the door wide open. Even with the threat of sunrise making the sky pale behind Dean, he couldn't do anything but stare at his childe in surprise.

"What... how...?"

Dean leaned heavily on the door frame, giving a little wave. "Hi. Don't go to Stanford.". And he really hadn't thought past this part. He knew he had to warn his Sire, but past that he had nothing. He cleared his throat, looking down awkwardly. "Ok...I'll leave you alone now, just needed to...say that...yeah.". He gave a weak smile and turned to drag himself back to the car.

That was when Lindsey noticed the bandages, the haggard look of his childe and everything hit him at once that Dean was actually here. Before Dean could walk three steps away, Lindsey reached out and dragged the exhausted looking vampire inside the dark room, held him close to him. The door was kicked close and he reached out to redo the lock and latch.

"Stay," he said softly against Dean's shoulder, obviously too late for it to be a request but without the force for it to be a command. It was a suggestion, one that meant Dean could still break away from and leave the room if he so desired.

All the tension he'd had for the past few days seemed to disappear as he let himself sink into Lindsey's arms. "Ok.". Lindsey was still a prick for not telling him about Sam and wolfram and hart still needed to die but right here, right now...this was nice.

They stayed wrapped in embrace for several minutes, or at least with Lindsey's arms wrapped around Dean. Then slowly, Lindsey pulled away and manipulated his childe over to the single queen's sized bed in the room. As he settled Dean on the edge, he stood before him with his hands still on his shoulders and looking down at Dean in concern.

No signs of the anger remained from when they last saw each other, in fact, Lindsey practically looked like a new person. Buttoned down shirt, jeans, cowboy boots, it was as if the corporate lawyer stepped out of his clothes and went instantly the extreme end into a country cowboy.

"You're hurt... " And if Dean noticed, an Oklahoma accent was even slipping out in Lindsey's words.

Dean looked the man in front of him up and down, any remaining annoyance giving way to amusement. His Sire looked like a cliche, but at least he was a cute one. Lindsey's words snapped him out of it though and he shrunk back a little, touching the bits of bandages that were visible. "Yeah, turns out holy water really fucking hurts...who knew."

Lindsey's gaze looked up and down Dean in concern and his hand roamed over the areas of the bandages. He wanted to take them off to see the extent of the damage, but his eyes looked to Dean first for permission.

"What happened? Did... Sam?" Although the realization that Dean came back only after failing hurt, Lindsey faced the facts. Dean was gone for four days, it would have been enough time to drive to Stanford and back.

"No...no I never even got to see Sam.". He slipped his jacket off then pulled his shirt over his head to show the bandages covering his chest. "I was just gonna pick him up then try to find you, figured we'd both calm down and I could get Sammy used to the whole idea of you beforehand, didn't count on demons though. Apperantly wolfram and hart weren't the only ones looking after Sam, and wow were they entertained at the concept of me now being hurt by holy water.". He winced as he kicked his feet off, moving back further onto the bed. "Theyre gone now though, and I figured Sam was safest where he was for right now, they're not gonna hurt something they put that much time into and once I'm stronger and they maybe forget about us he'll be easier to get.". He was babbling, he knew he was. He'd barely eaten or slept since he left his Sire...he wasn't at his best.

Lindsey let Dean carry on as he was more interested in inspecting the wounds. Used to absorbing large amount of information in a short while, he listened to the babbling and as he moved to unwrap the bandages around Dean's torso. When Dean moved, Lindsey kneeled on the bed and followed him in.

"So you say demons were watching over your brother? Why? That doesn't sound like Wolfram and Hart. And I never knew demons to use holy water."

He inhaled when he saw the burn wounds beneath the untied bandages, the mass of reddened and blistered skin on his childe's beautiful skin. Without thinking and acting only on instinct, Lindsey leaned forward and tried to lick across the burned chest.

"Not everything has to do with Wolfram and hart, some things are just hell. These were just a couple of chuckle heads sent to look after the boy who was supposed to be their king...long story. I brought the holy water to the party though, when I through it at one some splashed back on me and they realized I wasn't human. They jumped me and...hilarity insured."

Dean gasped at the sudden feeling on his bare chest, hand shooting out to stop Lindsey. "What are you doing?"

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Hmm. I'm teetering between Lindsey going all 'soulless' on him, or backing off until Dean finds him.

Depends on how pissed off/panicked Lindsey is

I think it also depends if Dean will fight back.

If pushed enough he won't sadly, he'll just be angry

I thought Dean would be the stronger one. Hunter going on vampire has to beat even his Sire.

He will be, but he's a couple days old so just pure strength Lindsey has him beat for now

Actually, he's less than 24 hours old. XD So yes, very good point.

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... how is Lindsey going to call? Wait... they didn't get rid of their phones yet?

Linds probably did but dean had privates cells, a couple. I don't think he's got rid of all them.

Sadly, Lindsey trashed his... so Dean can't call him. But Dean can catch up.

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