Date And the Mission, Part Six.

Luckily she didn’t seemed phased with the many questions pushed her way, questions are easy to answer. She just didn’t handle judgment very well when they don’t know what it’s like. Amara went through one thing after the other back then, and things got worse before they got better. In fact the world was more modernized when she started to relax around humans again. That was just hope long it took for her to truly return back to the public. At least without chopping some innocent souls head, or snapping necks to just drink blood. Dean said he believed she wasn’t truly evil and that was true... But nothing will ever make up for what she did to people back then. And the sad thing is she can never make up for it herself.

Amara eventually assumed the world or the fates just didn’t like her before that time. Then things slowly started to change here and there, now she had a chance to meet, Dean and was completely surprised. No judgment just... A shocking amount of wisdom in his sight and words. Considering what he went through was it really a shock? Amara thought about it and eventually accepted that there is such a thing as a wise human who could see through everything and anything.

“...Relax, Dean.” Amara said while passing him, stepping outside to the clammy air outside. “You don’t have to work so hard to impress me.” She told him, the wind gently stirring her long curls around her face.

She slipped into the car and set her shawl on her lap, relaxing into the seat. Her gaze slipping to him when the music started. “I don’t remember the last time I heard classic rock.” Her lip twitched slightly, her deep brown eyes turned away to the window. “My mother would have liked you... She was more into that music... At least in in that era.”

Dean was planning something for the full night, but so did she in the end. He was so... Intriguing that she didn’t want the night to end with there date. “I have a offer... Dean,” she started to say to him, hoping to get this out before they arrived at the dinner or wherever he planned on taking her tonight.

“I was hoping, if you had no plans for the rest of the night...” Her hand came up and brushed her hair behind her ear.”...That you might consider coming back home with me. Stay the night, and maybe have a drink with me.” She suggested to him with a playful smile. Her eyes looked almost gentle whenever her eyes landed on him. Yet, anyone would get the feeling that this wasn’t her usual. She was hardly nice these days, some might say she is never genuine. “...And maybe we can talk some more, if you don’t mind keeping this demon company.”

Amara turned her eyes away from him and returned to gazing at the scene outside. "I just thought you might want to keep this night with us, and maybe I can tell you about the vampire the next morning." That is, if they had luck on there side and actually had time to enjoy themselves. should something happen the offer was still there for him.