#huntingwitch

"I'd watch your next step." Her words were shaken, but no doubt true to heart. She would see herself out of this.

Why Dee decided to keep her little junkie around was a complete mystery. She had to drive, supply blood and take care of her. She was a freakin' demon taking care of a blood junkie. AGAIN. It was like dealing with Sammy all over again. Adri had gone out to get some food hours ago, and there was no telling where she ended up. She argued to go alone even though Dee didn't want her to. Deanna ended up outside one of the bars in town, almost positive Adri was there. She entered and looked around for her junkie.

Dresses were never Dee's kind of thing. They were hard to fight in and heels were difficult to even walk properly in. If it weren't for Adri, Dee probably would never have put on such an atrocity. The green brings out your eyes, she said. You actually look like a girl, Sammy said. So to get back at her, Dee rubbed her thigh in the car while she drove. She wore makeup, but no lipstick so there were no marks where she'd left kisses on Adri's neck. Dee had even smacked her ass a few times, smiling innocently if someone looked her way. In the restaurant, Dee had a harder time teasing Adri from across the table but this was when she'd whispered a few things to her when the waiter was gone. Deanna paid no mind to the food when she ate, sliding her foot out of one of the heels to rub against her woman's leg. She quickly replaced her foot when the waiter returned to refill their wine, hiding her grin from him when she thanked him.

Deanna had been working on something in secret for a while now, always stuffing the paper under a book or laptop when Adri came around. She was fairly adamant on keeping it hidden away from her girlfriend forever. One day, Deanna decided it was as close to perfection as she was going to get it so she sat Adri down and stood in front of her, paper in hand and tape player on the table next to her. She turned on the tape player, the beginning of Bad Company's Shooting Star playing from the box. Dee turned it up a little, waiting for the part where the words were supposed to start of the song. Instead of Bad Company singing, Deanna started instead, singing the words from the paper. "Adri was a hunter when she first met this girl. Winchester by name and from there it didn't take her long. Got herself in some hunts, used to drink whiskey every night. They hunt together and everything's all right, don't you know? Adri told her brothers, hey, 'Guys I'm goin' away. Got better things to do, gonna be a big witch some day.' Dee came to the door with the keys in her hand. Adri went with her, the beginning not the end. Don't you know. Don't you know that you are a shooting star? Don't you know, don't you know. Don't you know that you are a shooting star? And all the world will love you just as long as you are, as long as you are! Adri was awesome, killing demons left and right. Suddenly Deanna wanted to be with her every night. Watching the world go by, surprising it goes so fast. Adri looked around her and said 'Well we've made it here at last.' Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know that you are a shooting star? Don't you know, oh yeah, don't you know that you are a shooting star? And all the world will love you just as long, as long as you are a shooting star. Deanna became a demon, Adri in her bed. Dee still loved her no matter what she said. Dee couldn't lose the thing that made her so happy, so she got on one knee and asked for her hand.." Deanna did exactly that, putting the paper down when she got on one knee, taking Adri's hand with one hand. Her other hand took a box out of her pocket, opening it to reveal a ring. The music played on, Deanna smiling up at her companion. "Adri, will you marry me?"

Love,     Deanna