County Death Records - SN fic - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: County Death Records
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: Dean’s not mine. Just for fun.
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 500
Point of view: third
Prompt: When he walks in, her first thought is God, he's gorgeous—but then she sees the coiled danger in his walk, recognizes rugged strength and tiger's grace, and she knows that this is a man she could fear.

It’s a Tuesday. Marie’s been working at the library for thirty days and some hours(she doesn’t feel like counting) when he walks in the door. Now, she knows beautiful people—her sister’s a fashion model, after all, and always had her friends at home, before Marie moved out—but she has never, ever seen his equal before.

He gives her a jaunty smile as he passes the check-in desk and heads for the computers. Huge hazel eyes the size of planets, dark blond hair that looks soft as a chick’s down, tall—taller than Davey, and he’s six foot—with a face that wouldn’t be out of place on an angel… and that’s when Marie shuts down on the train of thought. If she keeps going that way, she’ll be developing a crush on someone she’s never even talked to and probably won’t see ever again.

-

Thing is, he comes back the next day.

He’s limping this time, and has a bruise spreading across the left side of his face. She watches him move toward the computer—same as the day before—and slowly, carefully, sink down into the uncomfortable chair.

But then a patron demands attention and by the time Marie’s able to look back, he’s gone.

-

Next time, it’s three nights later, about an hour before closing. Marie and Thomas are the only workers there, and there’re three patrons. The bruise has faded, though still visible, but he moves fine again.

Like Apollo, actually, her cat. Marie studies the man—unparalleled in gorgeousness, but he’s not just a pretty boy. He’s a fighter.

Dangerous. Very, very dangerous.

Marie likes that in a man.

-

On Monday, he comes back again. Marie’s determined to talk to him this time, to see if she can help in some way. She’s a librarian, right? That’s what librarians do.

But when he walks in the door, he heads straight for her, smiling that smile.

She’s immune to the smile. Really. George broke her of gorgeous men grinning at her, the bastard.

Marie still gets weak at the knees, though, when he leans on the counter. “Hello, miss,” he drawls.

She nods. “Can I help you?”

“I was hopin’ you might have a copy of the county death records,” he tells her, peering up at her through his lashes. Really long, dark lashes, even better than her sister’s. Now, that’s just not fair.

“They got burned up about ten years ago, I think,” Marie says.

He slumps. “Damn. That’ll make my project that much harder.”

Marie bites her lip, studying him. When he notices, he straightens back up. “There are a few copies, maybe. Shoved to the back.”

He smiles.

-

When Marie heads to the backroom the next time, she pretends not to notice that a folder is missing.

She doesn’t see him again, until seven years later and Thomas is watching “ America’s Most Wanted.”

She’d been right, it turns out. He’s a dangerous man. And still more beautiful than anyone she’s ever seen.

Comments

[jaded-jamie.livejournal.com]

What a great read, will there be more of this?

[sadelyrate.livejournal.com]

Just so you know, Joe Cocker's "You Can Leave Your Hat On" takes this ficlet down a completely different road. But I bet Marie would've had fun with that song stuck in her head...;)

That prompt was perfect for you, love.
Because you can, without a fail, instill that grace Dean possesses. And the danger wrapped up in the pretty package.

These snapshots of yours are confusing my canon-knowledge, you know?

[tigriswolf]

It's possible, though not likely. Thank you for reading!

[tigriswolf]

I've never heard of that song.

I'm sorry to be confusing canon for you! *dropps*

Thank you, though. 'tis a high compliment!

[sadelyrate.livejournal.com]

Have you seen The Full Monty (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Full_Monty)?
That's the song they ultimately perform the striptease to.

And the canon-confusing's fine, as long as canon (= series, not the comic so far) doesn't disagree with what you've written. :)

[lark_ascends]

Wonderfully written.

[sarlev-vanisa.livejournal.com]

That was cool. I love reading outsider POV stories and this one was so cool. :D I love how you never name Dean in the story too.

[starrylizard.livejournal.com]

Oh that's fab! So simple in style yet it conveys the idea perfectly. Also, it's so true that he would stand out to a lot of people with his charm and looks, and I'm sure there'd be many who would remember him when they see him on the TV. :D

[sororcula.livejournal.com]

Ooh, nice. I love that she sees him on "Most Wanted." Very cool.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[pixel-0.livejournal.com]

Excellent job in developing an OFC in less than a thousand words and actually making me like her. (Doesn't seem to happen often in this fandom where Mary Sues run freely.)

Very well written. :)

[labseraph.livejournal.com]

An interesting take of how someone would look at him and peg him accurately. I assumed that this Marie is pretty sheltered, gathered from her train of thoughts. That she'd instinctively realise that Dean is dangerous ...and with so little information available.

I love your outsider POV fics. Thank you so much for sharing.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[tigriswolf]

Thank _you_ for reading!

[erinrua.livejournal.com]

Lovely character sketch, m'dear! Great POV and wonderful observations of Dean, even without naming him. He can't help but flash that gorgeous smile, even to plain little librarians. Heh, and yes, love the likeness to Marie's cat - There's an oldies song that always reminds me of Dean, the Stray Cat Strut. Do you know it?

Stray cat strut, I'm a ladies' cat,
A feline Casanova, hey man, thats where its at
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can

Yeah don't cross my path

I don't bother chasing mice around
I slink down the alley looking for a fight
Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night
Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry,
"Wild stray cat, you're a real gone guy."

Heh. Anyhow. Fun fic, well done, Tigris! :-)
Cheers ~

Erin

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!