Thread: The Road so Far: Supernatural Soulmates (Krystal x Madam Mim)

Krystal kept her eyes on the road as she drove back to her country club like hotel, watching him fidget from the corner of her eye. She smiled a little, her tense shoulders relaxing a bit as she drove. She let out a breath. Well, its good to know I wasn't completely bonkers. The Dejavu at seeing you cassie is strange, to say the least. She explained, taking in another breath. Krystal's hand on the steering wheel tightened slightly as she kept driving, taking in another breath. I remember having a protector. He was an angel with big black wings, and I loved it when he'd wrap me up in them, hold me tight. I remember I loved him. I loved him so deeply, but he was ripped from me. There was a war going on inbetween the fae courts, and it took the lives of both my parents, leaving me as new queen. I remember praying, Cassie. Praying so hard for my angel to come back and comfort me, but he never did. She muttered, her story finishing just as she pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. She smiled a little at him,, but there was a sadness to it she only ever showed someone close to her, getting out of the car, grabbing her laptop. Krystal smiled at him again, starting to walk into the hotel. Her room was on the top floor, and they would need to take the elevator to get there. A few years ago, something snapped in my head and I started writing a novel. Its the story of a brave soldier angel who falls in love with his charge. Whenever I picture the angel in my mind though? I see you. Its almost like my character came to life. She explained, watching him. Dean smiled at Jude, just discreetly watching her. Of course. He replied, waiting patiently for her. Even with Sam around, he couldn't get his mind off kissing her. He had missed her, even if he didn't want to admit to himself. Dean grinned at her at the compliment to the car. I have to ask permission most of the time, but yeah. She's my baby. Wouldn't have it any other way on the road. He replied, unlocking the door. He grinned again, adding is it anywhere near that Ice cream place we used to drive out to when we were young? He remembered several dates where the two of them would take her dad's car and drive to the parlor, share a milkshake or two then see a movie. It may seem pretty chick flicky for the gruff hunter, but nights like those with her were some of his most treasured memories. When they got to the house, it was just the kind of place he would expect her to have. A cozy stone house that reminded him of a cottage he had to burn down once on a hunt. It definately screamed new england, and the inside of the house screamed Jude. It wasn't just because it was the kind of homey place she'd always dreamed of living in when they were young either. No, it was also the slight messiness of the kitchen, the living room stacked to the ceiling with books. It was just all very her. Dean could smell the stew the second he came in the house, and he was caught in a memeory for only a moment. He remembered her mother had made something similar the night he had come to live with them. He was shaken from his reverie as he heard her yell, and he came into the kitchen. Mm, smells amazing Jude. I could definately eat. What about you, Sam? He asked, smiling just a little. You could see the hurt in Dean's eyes at her question. He frowned at his brother, knowing he was thinking of asking Jude about her and him. He cleared his throat, looking a little guilty. He really hadn't meant to hurt them, but his dad and brother had needed him back. Yeah. You should. I wouldn't want them to worry about me any longer he replied, sitting at the nearby table, just watching her cook in fascination, much like he did as a teen.