[ the only reason dean stumbles onto their date is because his had been a total train wreck. for one, neither he nor ned had actually signed up for it, or asked each other to a romantic secret meeting, so whoever had sent those invites? not cool. and not for dean. the pie maker might, well, do just that; make a mean pie, but after the things dean had learned about ned the goddamn pie maker, the last thing he would do is ask him out.
just... no.
normally, being freed from such an awkward situation would demand making time for a drink, but instead dean's taking a slightly different route, one that leads right past the ballroom. he catches a glint of yellow -- something big and yellow-gold -- only to realize it's a dress, and that it's jo-- what the hell. and while dean could easily just stare at her the whole while, his eyes track to who is dancing with jo a beat later, only to find elijah fucking mikaelson, or rather, the monster of the month who could have so easily snapped his neck in half sometime ago.
dancing with jo. fucking dancing with--
he's not even thinking before he's storming right inside and at them. ]
Oh no-- no, no, no. You get the hell away from her, you freak.
[ this, the harsh bark of a command, comes with dean all but shoving himself between them, a hand ready to shove at elijah to move the fuck away from jo. and he won't back off until he's there, between her and the monster he knows elijah to be. ]
were u guys having fun well its over now
just... no.
normally, being freed from such an awkward situation would demand making time for a drink, but instead dean's taking a slightly different route, one that leads right past the ballroom. he catches a glint of yellow -- something big and yellow-gold -- only to realize it's a dress, and that it's jo-- what the hell. and while dean could easily just stare at her the whole while, his eyes track to who is dancing with jo a beat later, only to find elijah fucking mikaelson, or rather, the monster of the month who could have so easily snapped his neck in half sometime ago.
dancing with jo. fucking dancing with--
he's not even thinking before he's storming right inside and at them. ]
Oh no-- no, no, no. You get the hell away from her, you freak.
[ this, the harsh bark of a command, comes with dean all but shoving himself between them, a hand ready to shove at elijah to move the fuck away from jo. and he won't back off until he's there, between her and the monster he knows elijah to be. ]