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[theresnodoor]

Rachel has yet to find what useful purpose Dean serves to this world or any other. So far his driving skills, propensity for violence, and taste in music has been far outweighed by the pure annoying of his personality.

The number of punches she's dealt his shoulder has multiplied ever since she hit her head, too. Maybe Jo was attracted to men that tried to baby her but Rachel would take a monster over a concerned individual any day of the week.

Which is why she had no problem with stealing one of Dean's guns after they'd made camp and he'd gone off to-- do whatever it was he was going to do. Se has her own, of course, but it doesn't serve her purpose.

It isn't shiny.

"Mort?" Rachel frowns and glances over her shoulder to make sure no one's around to see her acting like a crazy woman, talking to a gun. "C'mon, I need to talk to you."

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[theresnodoor]

"I don't want to be anywhere I'm not wanted."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"I don't want anyone around," Dean reminds her, "but you already knew that. You're all right. You don't bitch too much."

This is possibly the nicest thing he's ever said to her.

N'awwwww.

[theresnodoor]

It's the nicest thing that's been said to Rachel in a while. She glances over at him, stretched out with eyes slightly narrowed, considering.

She's not Jo.

But then, that was kind of obvious from the way she never lets him get too close to her, probably.

Rachel smirks and looks back up at the sky. "Someone's got to counter all the whining you do. How lucky for me."