Oh hey, I'm Sharlene.
a sarcastic 25 year old who has no idea what's going on with her life.
Has a steady Buzz all of the time, so don't be surprised by her excitement.
I'm an introvert, with little human-interaction. I'm a Hunter of supernatural beings and always alone
M!A: None but accepting.
(Independent Multiverse RP blog; Will RP with any fandom. She's basically almost like a female Dean Winchester and Damon Salvatore combined but a bit happier..)
(Mun/Muse over 18)
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“I own a café,” meaning his vessel did. “Though I don’t have to be there much to keep it up and running. So if you ever feel like eating in a café, feel free to drop by.”
She laughed and nodded, “If I remember I’ll drop by.”
Dean just chuckled and gave an offended expression. “I’m not caught in it…” He then frowned at her. He then nodded. “I guess you’d come to like Dr. Sexy.” He then looked over at her. “Thanks… I appreciate it.”
She gave him a slight nudge, grinning, “oh shush, you are.” She nodded at his response, “Any time.” Feeling her phone buzz after about an hour of watching, checking, then holding the phone up for him to read the text. “Sam’s on his way back, he’ll be here in an hour or so.”
“I can’t just tell you what I am, that would completely ruin the surprise,” Kol stated, picking up his glass and taking another drink, a smile creeping on to his lips. “You’ll just have to figure it out for yourself, darling.”
“Going by that response you must be a vampire.” She hummed, looking over him, “Original?” Raising her eyebrow. She was good at picking them out, since they were different from the vampires she hunted.
“You know, I’ve been to hell and it isn’t an entirely pleasant place. It’s not somewhere I would enjoy being sent back to if I were one of those demons you hunt.”
She looked over him and hummed, smirking. “I think you’re safe.” Looking him over, “And what would you be that you think would require me to be on the hunt?” She played with her glass, “I don’t hunt everyone, just the ones that are causing problems for me, and my life.”
“Ah, fair enough. I suppose that’s better than just hunting everything — it would be time consuming, otherwise..”
“I need to eat some time, don’t I?” She grinned. “And what do you do, Azraeil?”
The Winchester sighed contently again, his hand coming up to cup her cheek again, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. His free hand/arm hung loosely around her waist — though it was loose, it would still be easy to throw himself in front of her if something was to happen because he wouldn’t let her get hurt again, not while he was around. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple before leaning his head back, onto her arms.
His hands stilled for a brief moment as he focused on the kiss, his lips moving with hers, head tilting ever so slightly to deepen the kiss. If he was with anyone else, he wouldn’t leave his food unattended for his long but he wasn’t with anyone else. He was with Sharlene. His hands started up again as he leaned backwards slightly, bringing her with him.
She leaned into his touch, smiling and pressing a soft kiss to the palm of his hand. Each movement easily followed with her own, completely relaxed and happy. She leaned right into his kiss, placing her own on his jaw and then resting her head on his chest, both of them relaxing there, not even caring about the rest of the world.
She followed his movements, the deep kiss, her own hands stilling with his, both so focused on each other to even notice. They both were the same with how they were with others and finding one another definitely changed things. Sharlene now understood chick-flicks, but she still wouldn’t watch them, and now she had someone who loved her and could help her and still enjoy things with her. She leaned forward right against his chest, thumb back to brushing over his cheek and other hand moving in his hair to hold him.