[ There's a certain level of familiarity Dean allows himself at his choice of residence in Deerington. It's run-down, abandoned looking. Home away from home, even if at the start of the world going sideways they'd at least tried to make things as good as they could at the camp. But other people's comfort had quickly fallen out of his priorities. He wasn't there to to make people comfortable. He was there to them and kill Lucifer. This place? It had been a tactical decision.
It hadn't taken him long to make the kinds of changes to the house that are basic levels of fortification. It's more habit than anything else, a deeply ingrained knowledge that making sure he can defend himself when the shit hits the fan? It's the difference between life and death.
So when he spots a figure out of a grimy window pane he has no intention of cleaning, he's already reaching for the stash of weapons Sam has given him. And when he finally makes it outside, using his knowledge of the area to sneak up more than well enough on the intruder, he's got a pistol that's definitely not the Colt trained on her this time.
Whatever E.T.'s freaking lovechild is here for, he figures it's not for anything good. ]
What? You thought you could get the drop on me with that kinda approach? Sloppy.
[Are they seriously going to do this, again? As understanding as Skye is about being on edge around here, why does he believe that she’s out to hurt him? Hadn’t she proven that she was on his side when she took down the robot?
She doesn’t move yet though, not with the gun on her, again.]
Shouldn’t I be saying that to you? Since you’re the one following me around.
[At least, that’s what she assumes is happening here.]
[ Frowning at that hot take, Dean's brain is trying to put together the facts on the fly. She thinks that he's following her? Not even close, but the fact that she's also somehow found her way to where he lives? That doesn't feel like the kind of information he wants to share either.
Lying to protect a valuable position is more than within what he's capable of, what he knows is the smart, tactical choice. So he keeps that gun trained on her and raises his eyebrows. ]
[ That's the problem here. Nobody should have that kind of power over anybody else. Not when they're just as capable as the next person of snapping any freaking time (or neck) they like. And he doesn't know her from the next mutant freak. ]
You killed a Care Bear. Good for you. What's next?
[But since he’s so blindly set-out on making her out to be the monster here, Skye doubts he’ll see how hypocritical he’s being. She could easily quake the gun apart right now, but rushing to do that will probably make things worse.]
What does it matter what I am to you? You don’t even know me.
What I know? You could take one of those bears apart without even touchin' it.
[ So: dangerous. He's holding a gun on her for what he feels like is a justified reason. And she's right, he doesn't know her. But the information he does have doesn't exactly make him feel a lot like he wants to be unarmed right now. ]
Oh I get it. You played the good samaritan and now I'm supposed to just what? Skip around fields with you after we braid each other's hair? Come on. And that was after you said you knew me. In my experience? Anybody who knows who I am before I've met 'em? They're not lookin' to be b-f-fs. The opposite, actually.
Well I’m sorry that’s been your experience in the past, but that’s not me.
[She understands what it’s like to be used but to have this extreme of a reaction? Yeah, it’s a lot.]
We’re all stuck here, we all want to go home.
[Well, maybe the last part is a little complicated for Skye now, but there’s no point in bringing that up. She doubts he’ll care about her love life and she’s not about to bring up Bucky’s name around him.]
So this? Whatever you think you’re going to achieve by threatening me? It’s not accomplishing anything.
And I'm just supposed to take your word for that? 'cause you're not a liar?
[ There are a lot of years of bad experiences she's competing with here, and while he's not looking to get caught up in a fight right now, he has no intention of letting her get any closer. How she found where he lives he still has no idea, but it's enough of a problem that he's going to make sure she leaves. ]
My advice? Back off. However the hell you found this place, unlearn it.
[ If he's starting to sound like he's done with this conversation, it's probably because he is. He's had less sleep than he'd like and hasn't eaten in longer than he should go between meals. He's exhausted.
But there's a piece of information in there that's crucial enough that it makes him frown. She's still insisting he's following her and considering he lives here? He knows that's not true. So eventually he lowers that pistol but doesn't put it away. He knows better. ]
[ More pissed at himself than anything for giving up that information, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, glances around because this isn't the safest place even outside of her standing here. He'd found that out pretty quick.
Gaze snapping back to her again, his jaw tightens and he gives her an expectant look. So now you know, time to leave. ]
[She doesn't want a fight either, and her eyes drift towards the gun at his side again as she starts to walk away. Making sure he won't just shoot her as soon as her back is to him. As soon as she's out of sight, the adrenaline starts to wear off and, she realizes how close she came to getting shot. Again.]
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It hadn't taken him long to make the kinds of changes to the house that are basic levels of fortification. It's more habit than anything else, a deeply ingrained knowledge that making sure he can defend himself when the shit hits the fan? It's the difference between life and death.
So when he spots a figure out of a grimy window pane he has no intention of cleaning, he's already reaching for the stash of weapons Sam has given him. And when he finally makes it outside, using his knowledge of the area to sneak up more than well enough on the intruder, he's got a pistol that's definitely not the Colt trained on her this time.
Whatever E.T.'s freaking lovechild is here for, he figures it's not for anything good. ]
What? You thought you could get the drop on me with that kinda approach? Sloppy.
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She doesn’t move yet though, not with the gun on her, again.]
Shouldn’t I be saying that to you? Since you’re the one following me around.
[At least, that’s what she assumes is happening here.]
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Lying to protect a valuable position is more than within what he's capable of, what he knows is the smart, tactical choice. So he keeps that gun trained on her and raises his eyebrows. ]
I warned you to watch your back.
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[She doesn’t hold her hands up this time because does it even matter? He won’t believe she’s not unarmed, not when he’s seen her use her powers.]
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[ That's the problem here. Nobody should have that kind of power over anybody else. Not when they're just as capable as the next person of snapping any freaking time (or neck) they like. And he doesn't know her from the next mutant freak. ]
You killed a Care Bear. Good for you. What's next?
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[But since he’s so blindly set-out on making her out to be the monster here, Skye doubts he’ll see how hypocritical he’s being. She could easily quake the gun apart right now, but rushing to do that will probably make things worse.]
What does it matter what I am to you? You don’t even know me.
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[ So: dangerous. He's holding a gun on her for what he feels like is a justified reason. And she's right, he doesn't know her. But the information he does have doesn't exactly make him feel a lot like he wants to be unarmed right now. ]
Oh I get it. You played the good samaritan and now I'm supposed to just what? Skip around fields with you after we braid each other's hair? Come on. And that was after you said you knew me. In my experience? Anybody who knows who I am before I've met 'em? They're not lookin' to be b-f-fs. The opposite, actually.
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[She understands what it’s like to be used but to have this extreme of a reaction? Yeah, it’s a lot.]
We’re all stuck here, we all want to go home.
[Well, maybe the last part is a little complicated for Skye now, but there’s no point in bringing that up. She doubts he’ll care about her love life and she’s not about to bring up Bucky’s name around him.]
So this? Whatever you think you’re going to achieve by threatening me? It’s not accomplishing anything.
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[ There are a lot of years of bad experiences she's competing with here, and while he's not looking to get caught up in a fight right now, he has no intention of letting her get any closer. How she found where he lives he still has no idea, but it's enough of a problem that he's going to make sure she leaves. ]
My advice? Back off. However the hell you found this place, unlearn it.
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[He’s the one that’s been following her around and yet he’s telling her to back off?]
You’re the one following me! You’re the one threatening me to watch my back. I haven’t done anything to you.
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[ If he's starting to sound like he's done with this conversation, it's probably because he is. He's had less sleep than he'd like and hasn't eaten in longer than he should go between meals. He's exhausted.
But there's a piece of information in there that's crucial enough that it makes him frown. She's still insisting he's following her and considering he lives here? He knows that's not true. So eventually he lowers that pistol but doesn't put it away. He knows better. ]
You feelin' less threatened now, Princess?
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[The gears are shifting in her head as she looks around. The houses around here look rough, but--]
You live here?
[It would make some sense as to why he’s telling her to unlearn how she found this place. Watching as he lowers the gun, Skye’s eyes meet his again.]
Not really, no.
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Gaze snapping back to her again, his jaw tightens and he gives her an expectant look. So now you know, time to leave. ]
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[She doesn't want a fight either, and her eyes drift towards the gun at his side again as she starts to walk away. Making sure he won't just shoot her as soon as her back is to him. As soon as she's out of sight, the adrenaline starts to wear off and, she realizes how close she came to getting shot. Again.]