1x1 w: spotthecow x The Classic Crime

[The Classic Crime]

[ Dean ]

Dean stumbled backwards as he was shoved, regaining his balance and tensing his fists while Mason spoke his truth. He partially understood where he was coming from, although he'll never admit it since Mason was still being a drunken idiot right now. When Mason stomped towards him, ready to swing, Dean watched Vera step between them, her words piercing through him. Honing in on her face almost sobered him of his anger - she was the one that usually calmed him down if he ever got in fights at school - until he saw the bright red mark where Mason had hit her earlier. "V, did he do that to you?" he said, almost more baffled and surprised than angry. He almost couldn't believe Mason would do something like that, and mentally begged her to tell him that wasn't the case.

[spotthecow]

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xxxxxAs the two boys loomed over vera, she continued to struggle keeping her brother's fist in place, but was determined to not allow them to fight. "You two need to stop, it just isn't wor-," that was, until she heard dean's voice in the midst of mason's irregular cursing and her calming words. With a look on her face as though she had seen a ghost and the stopping of her heart, vera turned around to fully see dean's eyes on her. It wasn't exactly the best move, for her hands dropped to the sides of her slim frame in an almost slow motion effect, leaving her brother's arm. She didn't want to answer him, assuming that the tears that held a strong grip at her pretty, blue eyes were enough and that in a second, dean would be tumbling on the ground with mason like two dogs digging each other's grave if she dared even say anything. vera bit at her lip, trying to decide whether it'd be worse to tell him or not. "Um, h-he di.." During this time, mason's fist took aim. It wasn't exactly where he expected, but his fist slammed into his sister's shoulder and sent her into the chest of the tall boy, taking this as his time to run for the sliding door in the kitchen.

The brunette girl found that her tears had begun to drop from her cheeks when her face was met with the sudden warmth of dean and she completely froze in place. vera just wanted this day to be over with. The side of her face burned, but certainly didn't match that of vera's shoulder. "...I'm sorry, dean..M-maybe-maybe you shouldn't have come...I didn't know.." A somber and rather hurt whisper scratched at the girl's throat as her chin lifted to slowly meet her gaze with his, allowing it to fade away. Their proximity was intoxicating, she could practically feel dean's breath against her forehead, and for only the slightest moment, vera had forgotten why she was crying in the first place.

[The Classic Crime]

[ Dean ]

As Vera was slammed against Dean's chest, his anger boiled over. Watching Mason bolt back into the house, he let out a guttural,
almost animalistic growl of hatred towards the person he once looked up to. Hearing V's quiet sobs against his shirt, however, snapped him back into reality, swiveling his head back around to face the dark haired girl. Dean let out a long sigh, attempting to regain his composure as he surrounded Vera with his arms and letting his fingers graze her back gently in a soothing motion. "Don't apologize, V. None of this is your fault," he said, voice still gravelly from his previous rage. Holding her, there, the feelings he had towards Mason were melting into the one urge to comfort the girl in his arms.

[spotthecow]

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xxxxxThe prolonged sigh, which escaped the pale lips of the boy, made vera lock her sky blue eyes onto dean while she felt his hands stroke her back with such ease. Her tears slowly became nothing more than stained memories on her cheeks as dean held her in his arms like during one of those movies when the hero consoles the victim, but the dark-haired brunette didn't care. When he spoke, vera somehow knew that wasn't exactly true; she wouldn't have even considered involving the boy had she known that mason was truly that bad. With that in her mind, vera's eyes drifted away from his to dean's shoulder and wrapped her arms around him waist before looking up at him again with a soft spark in her alluring gaze. "If I could be held by you all day, you know I would in a second," she cooed with a small smile tempting to appear on her face. "but can we just forget about mason for a little while?"

[The Classic Crime]

[ Dean ]

Dean's breathe slowed as he calmed down from the intense physical altercation, pulling away slightly from Vera to examine her now bruising face. "Of course, but let's get something cold on that," he said, gingerly brushing his knuckle on her cheek before turning to walk into the house. He didn't care if Mason was even still inside, what happened happened, and there was no getting around that. V needed some sort of ice for her face. Going into the freezer, he searched for something good to use before pulling out a bag of frozen corn and setting it on the counter.

[spotthecow]

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xxxxxVera tried her best not to cringe when the boy's knuckle brushed against her warm cheek, but it hurt more than she expected. "A little foundation will hide it in the morning.." The dark-haired girl managed to whisper from under her breath when the boy turned away from her to head inside. She inhaled some of the fresh air, allowing her small smile to fade before following dean inside and closing the door behind her. The girl's blue eyes shuffled from the open kitchen to the sliding door that was still opened from her brother's march out. An unsettled feeling trembled in the pit of her stomach as she shut the other door, something in her conscious told her that mason wasn't coming back, at least not tonight. She wandered over to the marble counter and sat on one of the modern, bar stools that were pressed against it. Vera fiddled with the bottom of her tight, long sleeved dress while watching dean look through the freezer, a puppy-dog like frown reappearing on her face when she looked down at the frozen corn. She really just couldn't wait to get into something more comfortable. "Why corn? There's gotta be an ice pack...in there somewhere...Oww." The girl let out a little yawn between her complaint that made her realize just how drained she really was from the event. Nevertheless, Vera simply obeyed and pressed the frozen pack to the side of her face. It made her stiffen at how cold it really was, that and it didn't help that she easily could get goosebumps, but perhaps that was the karma she had for trying her best to look attractive in public.