I'm Cheryl. I'm no one special, just an office worker / piano player / cat lover.
Come talk to me, I don't bite.
(RP blog. FC: Christina Applegate. None of these pics or gifs is mine.)
Crowley acknowledged the cheery blonde with the broad smile on her face. Actually he had to wonder who exactly would wander up to a complete stranger, smile and introduce herself so casually. Either she was utterly daft or the most amusing thing that has happened to him today. Raising his brows he greeted her with a disarming smile before speaking. “Afternoon Cheryl, what is it I can do for you?”
Her face registered a mixture of fear and confusion. ”D-Demon…?” she stammered, taking a step back. ”I don’t understand. Sam and Dean hunt demons. Why….why would a demon help them…?”
Honestly, the stammering people thing had to stop. Though Cheryl’s apprehension was something of an amusement for him right now. “Isn’t that the humorous way in which the world works?” At that Crowley conjured up a glass of liquor and took a sip.
"Yeah…humorous." It didn’t seem as though this demon was here to hurt her. She began to relax a bit. "So I guess you’ve known Sam longer than I have," she said slowly. "Dean too. They haven’t mentioned you much…they’re not very forthcoming with information that I don’t need to know."
"Broadway. The theatre district is something that’s always fascinated me. I’ve got tickets for Wicked.”
"Of course," Cheryl said, grinning. She looked around to make sure the people around them had left for intermission, then turned back to Hael. "Hael, I should confess something to you," she said softly. "I…I knew about the angels falling. I knew the meteor shower wasn’t a meteor shower."
”We’ve only just met, what could you possible have to confess to me?” Hael joked, but then did a slight double-take and looked at her friend, expression going carefully blank, “And… How did you know that? How’d you figure that out?”
"I didn’t. I was told." Cheryl sighed, squirming uncomfortably in her seat. She wasn’t sure how an angel would take this bit of news. "I was told by my boyfriend. Sam." She swallowed hard. "Sam Winchester."
Mick turns around to find an attractive woman behind him. He was curious to what drew her to him, but then again he is a vampire. Mick was watching police clean up a crime scene from several feet away, taking mental notes. “Mick St. John,” he said apprehensively putting his hands into his coat pockets.
"Uh…er….that’d be ‘none,’" she admitted sheepishly. "I’m sorry. I just…I guess I’m looking for excuses to…be around you." She blushed as she admitted this, but they were both adults and he deserved to know how she felt. "You’re…you’re a handsome man and I thought I’d like to hang around, but…you’re right, it’s better that you work alone."
Mick chuckled. “You aren’t scared of me?” He wasn’t used to people taking the news of him being a vampire so well. “If you of want to accompany me that is out of your own risk and I can’t stop you, but I do want you to be careful.”
"I’m a little scared," she agreed, nodding her head, "but…well, maybe that’s why I like you. Danger. Bad boy." She blushed again. "I promise I’ll be careful, Detective. I won’t get in the way. You won’t even know I’m here."
Sam whimpered softly, he didn’t know what had gotten into her today but this wasn’t the Cheryl he knew, she would never do this to him would she?
"Hold still," she ordered him, straddling him and sitting in his lap to keep him steady. She loudly tore off a strip of duct tape and pressed it over his mouth, silencing him. As she raised the knife, her face changed, clouding over. "I—I can’t—stop myself, Sam," Cheryl whispered in a changed voice, tears in her eyes.
"Mm!" he screamed under the tape balling his hands up into tight fists. He squeezed his eyes at the pain squirming under her, hopefully trying to shaking her off. He panted softly opening his eyes hearing the change in her voice, "Mmhp" he huffed looking at her through half lidded eyes.
The hand holding the knife aloft began to shake, and Cheryl’s face turned red as she fought a mental battle with herself. ”S-Sam…” she whispered again, a tear rolling down her cheek. Finally the knife dropped from her hand. With a heartbreaking sob, she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. ”I’m so sorry,” she repeated over and over.
"Walking around in a Ferris Wheel car?" She grinned. "That sounds awesome. I totally wanna go." Her smile widened when she saw how happily he was looking at her. "I really do, Cris. I keep saying ‘This year I’ll holiday in Europe,’ and I never do it. There never seems to be the time or the money to go, but…dammit, I’m gonna visit you in London if it’s the last thing I do." She hugged him.
"Yes! It’s really cool." Cris had been on the Eye numerous times. James thought it would be funny to take him up there, expecting Cris to freak out. Instead, the quartermaster was completely fascinated and made them go a dozen more times, keeping the agent bored out of his mind. Now Cris dragged him back whenever he got a chance. "And you have to come. You can stay with me. I can even get you a flight, without the sedatives that I need. And then you can meet James, and Tiago, and Alec and it will be great."
"That would be so awesome!" she replied brightly, throwing her arms around her new friend and hugging him tightly. "And maybe one of those spy guys will like me," she went on, giggling, "and we can all go on double dates together." She shrugged, rolling her eyes. "Not that guys ever stick around me for very long, for whatever reason…"
"It’s okay, boss."
"Just okay? Oh come on… It’s better than okay. I think it makes me look sexier… Then again I’m just saying that because it’s been tested and shown that men with facial hair look sexier but whatever. I like the goatee."
"Tested by whom? Shown by whom?" Cheryl grinned. "Personally, I find clean-shaven men more attractive on average than bearded men. But that’s just me."
"Two? Anon, I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about……."
"Hey Cheryl. I’m Sam"
"Ew." Cheryl made a face, then blushed as she noticed their joined hands. "We’re, uh…holding hands," she muttered with a small laugh, making no move to let go. "Do you wanna…like…get a cup of coffee together or something?" She was looking anywhere but at his eyes. "Or do you have to burn the ghost thing first?"
"Well, i still need to do some research on my lap top anyways. If you don’t mind stopping back off at my hotel room first to grab it?" Sam murmured, squeezing her hand lightly and moving some hair from her face
Her breath hitched ever so slightly as he brushed her hair from her face, and she finally looked up and met his eyes. ”I’d love to go back with you to your hotel room,” she said eagerly, then blushed when she realized how naughty that sounded. ”I mean…what I meant to say was…”