так это ж оказ общее место - сталкив Дина ну с очень пин-пинтересн девицейDean Winchester/Luna Lovegood
parenthetical.livejournal.com/111732.html?style... "Are you Martin?"
Dean stared at her, not lowering his gun yet. Her accent was weird... British, maybe? "What?"
"Martin," the girl said patiently, as if they were having the conversation over coffee in a diner. "Are you Martin Miggs?"
"...No," Dean said, and finally lowered his gun. She seemed far too calm to be about to try to kill him. "Is that who you were looking for? Who are you?"
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"Oh. Martin."
"Not Martin," Dean said. "Dean. Here, have some water."
She took a sip and blinked at him. "You don't look like Dean. Do you draw, too?"
"...No," Dean said. "I'm - another Dean, I guess."
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He took satisfaction in seeing Luna blink in confusion for once
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He wasn't really planning to sleep, not with some crazy chick in the room with him and no one there to watch his back, but if he pretended, he stood a better chance of avoiding any more weird conversations with her.
"Don't go trying any hocus pocus on me in the middle of the night," he warned her gruffly, sliding into his own bed.
"I won't," she said seriously.
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Dean narrowed his eyes - it wasn't coincidence that she'd put her weapon away as soon as he had his. He was quickly coming to the conclusion that, weird or not, this girl wasn't half as oblivious to what was going on around her as she seemed.
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They were Death Eaters," Luna said.
Dean raised his eyebrows expectantly. "I'm guessing you don't mean cannibals."
Luna looked thoughtful. "Not that I'm aware of. Although with some of them it might explain a thing or two. No, the Death Eaters are the followers of the Dark Lord..
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He figured he couldn't count on seeing or hearing them approaching through the woods.
Damn, but he hated magic.
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You should hold my hand."
Dean stared at her. "Um, not that I'm complaining, sweetheart, but we only just met."
"Don't worry, you don't need to be shy," Luna said, catching hold of his hand and interlacing her fingers with his. "You're not a wizard, so the protections on the house are trying to turn you away. If we hold hands, the house knows you're with me and leaves you in peace."
She started walking again and Dean went with her, trying not to think about the cool hand in his.
"Thought there'd be more hocus-pocus involved," he muttered. "Not just holding hands."
"Holding hands can be very powerful," Luna said dreamily. "Like the old handfasting ceremonies when people got married..."
Dean only just stopped himself from yanking his hand away. "What?"
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You've got to be kidding me. You're searching for something and you don't even know what it looks like?"
"You could say that," Luna said serenely
anything that looks like it might be full of dark magic, is that what you're saying?"
"Oh, no," Luna said, sounding surprised. "This house belongs to the Lestranges. Just about everything here will be full of dark magic."
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"Oh, no," Luna said. "I don't think the Lestranges would have anything that could kill someone outright."
"Awesome," Dean said.
"They'd probably want to torture any intruder first," Luna added absently. "That's far more likely."
Once again, Dean was left asking himself whether she did it on purpose
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Dean waved a hand dismissively. "Got nothing better to do right now."
Luna smiled, sudden and bright. "Well, I wouldn't want you to get bored."
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"Is that the sound cars make when they talk to each other?" Her voice held the exact degree of innocence that kept Dean from figuring out whether it was genuine or she was laughing at him.
"No," Dean said through gritted teeth, "that was the sound of the drivers of a dozen cars warning us they nearly killed us. And probably want to kill us for pulling a stunt like that." He shot a baleful glare at her wand. "Can't you make that thing warn you about changes of direction sooner? Because if this car gets so much as a scratch on this trip, dying in a car crash will be the least of your worries."
"The spell wasn't really designed for such high-speed travel, I'm afraid," Luna said, unruffled. "Perhaps if you ask your car to slow down a little, there would be more time to react."
Dean decided to just pretend he hadn't heard that. He was prepared to put up with a lot of weird suggestions from the crazy girl, but driving slow wasn't one of them.
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but finally she said, "My father would know. He's a specialist in investigating conspiracies, and discovering species and magical creatures other people don't believe in."
"Huh," Dean said. Sounded like a man after his own heart.
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You're sure?" Dean asked.
"My wand is," Luna said serenely.
Dean snorted. "Yeah, and I bet all the guys tell you that, too."
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The idea of Luna in a bar was vaguely alarming: she seemed to be at right angles to reality most of the time anyway, without adding alcohol into the mix.
There's no way you're dressing me up in one of your... dresses."
"It's not one of mine, it's one of Ginny's,"
"You're crazy," Dean told her, with absolute certainty.
"So they tell me," Luna said equably. "This way."
Dean followed her into the crowd, muttering under his breath, but then he had to laugh. It had been a good prank. Worthy of Sammy, even.
She waved one hand vaguely. "The Lestranges and the Blacks have always been a bit... odd."
"Really," Dean said, not letting himself smile to hear that coming from Luna.
"This book says I shouldn't be wearing any clothes when I perform magic," Luna said as he came up behind her.
Dean grinned appreciatively at the image. "And here I thought all those books were full of rubbish."
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Is that the plan here, too? Wait for someone to come rescue us?"
"Oh, no," Luna said in surprise. "I was planning to leave in a few minutes, once the Death Eaters are definitely out of hearing range. You can stay here and wait if you like, though, I don't mind."
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This is Dean," Luna added by way of explanation, holding the cell door open for them. "He's not an artist, but he's very good at sex."
Dean had almost been around Luna long enough now not to be surprised. "Hell yeah," he agreed simply, grinning as the other two choked.