You think you can hide? I can smell your scent for miles.
Love is profound and comes in many shapes and forms. It was rare to find such a commodity within supes. Hughie campbell was the sole reason Dean found love, friendship, happiness, contentmen...
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✎ S1E4 ⇢ ˗ˏˋ PART 1 , 2019
|"THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES" Dean had never really met Stillwell's higher up in his lifetime, or from what he knows himself. The only thing he's gathered from individuals around him through gossip was the person doesn't play around. Strict, purely business, makes sense. But he was human, far more weaker then Dean. So why was he having an odd feeling as he steps closer to the doors to their personal office? Like the feeling you get when something's not right and you ultimately backtrack on the decision. Well in his situation, he wasn't able to.
The hallway that led to the office was redacted of music and practically anyone at all. Only few where there but it seemed they had a higher purpose than the ones on the lower levels. Pure clean floors that mirror the ceiling with plain white walls that gave no direction to anything whatsoever. The only thing hinting at the office was the open glass, giving you view of the well decorated office of the person. Off the to right were a few desk with people sitting, doing their job. Most likely assistants of his.
Dean dustes himself and walks up to of them. An Asian woman sat behind, clicking away until she heard the pounding footsteps of his. She looks up and nods in recognition. "You have an appointment with Mr. Stanford, Rebound."
Is she asking me or telling me?
He shifts his black glasses and straightens out his leather black jacket. "Uh," He coughs. "Yes? Do I just uh..." He points towards the mysterious man behind the glass. "Walk-"
Interrupting him, the lady stands up and motions him to follow her. "Right this way,"
"Okay..." Dean was nervous, he wouldn't lie. Especially since as they walked over the man kept his eye on him the whole time.
"Rebound at your request, Mr. Stanford." She spke holding the door open for Rebound. He thanked her quietly and slowly walked in.
"Thank you Samantha." The man said. His voice was alluring. A voice that would read or tell you something in a way that makes you invested more than you should.
Dean stood awkwardly as by the door as the man walks around his desk and sits in front of it. "Please sit." The man motions to the seat on to his left. Dean would've liked it if he a the singular chair right across from him, the farthest one.
He plops and rests his hands in his lap. Lookng up at the man from his angle. "Uh sir-"
The man scoffs. "Edgar is fine."
"Okay- Edgar um...what exactly am I here for?" Dean spoke with the most hesitation possible. Not out of being unsure but out of fear. Reminding himself that he was a supe put him at more ease.
