#memcirss

          this was possibly one of the strangest and scariest meetings he has ever had, his mind reeling from the image of the person in front of him.  he had seen the pictures when he was younger, the images of happier times ... before him, before the second war.  this had to be him, this had to be remus lupin, his dad  -  though a little rough around the edges, this was surely the great man.

he’d woken up with a headache, dry throat, the throbbing in the crown of his skull that spoke to a certain level of semi-permanence. the lab, normally a siren song seemed more like a punishment, no amount of specialty lights was going to appease the monster building up tension in his temples. behind his eyes. the sunglasses on his face, dark tinted, thick framed,  designer  ,  helped to block out the harsh light of the sun as he ducked into a local coffee shop.  perfectly intent on ordering a coffee, black as night, no space for cream, his mind, moving as fast as a bullet train even now comes to a screeching halt when he spots the curve of a familiar jaw.  HE KNOWS HER.   he knows the curve of those lips, those eyes, the lock of hair tucked behind her ear and he freezes.   ( do you look both ways when you cross my mind ? ) sidled up next to her, short legs eat up the space between them.   “   you look familiar doll, have we met before?  or is that just my dreams ? “  his cocky grin, his sure stance, the way he leaned against the coffee counter, the truth hidden underneath a flirtatious tone and a flick of one dark brow.

.｡.:*☆ “Does you being here mean that I finally managed to end up in Heaven?” It was lame, and Charlie could do better, for sure, but even someone like her did not deal easily with coming back from the dead unexpectedly like this.

Cas was one of the best friends he’s ever had, probably the only friend these days considering all of his other friends are dead. Cas is the one that had stood by him through everything, put up with his shit and Dean gave him A LOT of shit. Admittedly, he probably took advantage of Cas a little bit too much. Advantage of the fact he’d always be there so he considered his words carefully at the question. narrowing his eyes at him. Just because he was annoyed at Cas lately didn’t mean he regretted letting him in, “How close are we talking here, Cas, is there something you’re not telling me?” He teased with a playful smirk.