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of his finger to lift her chin so their eyes would meet. " it's gonna be okay. it always ends up being okay, right?"

for gale to return with a first aid kit and finally answer his question, though not convincingly. then, as the wet napkin touched his wound, he couldn't help but wince from the subtle burn. " gale " he muttered, clearing his throat and using the knuckle —

he sets the gun on the bed beside him, reaching in to his pocket and pulling out his phone, dialing the station to have them dispatch units to the motel and surrounding areas. " alright, thanks." he spoke lastly, hanging up the phone just in time —

looking up to gale. " are you alright? "

connected to the wall and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, glancing down at his bloodied shirt. " i don't think it's deep. i'm not bleeding out so .. that's a good sign." although slightly painful, he managed a soft laugh, —

the asshole just came out of nowhere." gun in one hand, dewey's other moves to rest on the small of gale's back, leading them to the safety of her motel room. he closes the door behind himself, making sure the lock clicks before latching the chain that —

"im gonna live. its fine." he hisses as her hand presses against his fresh wound. sure, he was going to be fine but it still hurt like hell. dewey reaches for the gun and brings himself to his feet just as gale returns to his side. " i don't know, —

thats when he really felt it. the wet warmth spreading across his fingertips and palm.

the masked figure disappeared into the night. dewey exhales a sigh of relief, turning on to his side to lift himself up, but not before the pain in his shoulder brought him back to his knees. a hand comes up just over the spot he felt the pain, —

they always come out of nowhere. " not today .. asshole " he managed to get the words out as he pushed back the killers wrist with all his might; that pointy knife flashing silver in the dim parking lot light. then, a gunshot, followed by two more and —

dewey was ready to put his gun back in its holster when gale hangs up the phone and walks towards him, just before he is tackled to the ground by a robed figure, gun clattering on to the cement feet away. god dammit, he should've seen this coming, —

canon divergent portrayal of dewey riley. written for the scream verse. video edit belongs to glxwsedit.

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" could've been the wrong room." he guessed, anything to tell himself this wasn't happening again.

it was a warning, one that worked just long enough for the doorknob to stop moving. with his gun still pointed in front of him, dewey carefully opened the door, stepping outside to see an empty parking lot — with the exception of a few cars. —

started to wiggle, dewey drew his gun from its holster and aimed it at the door, ready to shoot anyone that dared to enter. " i've got a gun aimed at the door. i wouldn't try anything if i were you! " —

as soon as gale answered the phone and he saw the look on her face, his hand instinctively moved to his belt as if that would save them from whoever was on the other end of the line. better to be safe than sorry? however, when the handle —

invitation to stay, but the thought slipped his mind and he stopped in his tracks when the motel phone rang. " you expecting anyone? " he asked, curious if she were expecting a guest or if it were just an unwanted phone call.

of course his feelings for her were just as strong as they'd always been. but he couldn't exactly come out with that when he was the reason they were here in the first place. his heart sank as she twisted the knob, pulling the door open with no —

around the room for good measure before eyes settle on gale again, this time lingering, talking himself into sitting out in his car until the sun came up.

part of him was hoping she'd ask him to stay so they wouldn't both be alone and vulnerable. wishful thinking maybe, because it was his own fault he didn't have that right anymore. " yeah, will do. " he gave a single nod and a forced smile. one more look —

hands curled into fists to keep from reaching out. " you've got my number. call me if you need anything. i'm just up the road, i can be here in minutes."

he knew she wouldn't like the idea of someone sitting outside watching, even if it was him, but .. it didn't hurt to offer. " alright. " he agreed, and only because he knew the motel and its owners — safe, respectable citizens. dewey took a step closer —

from his perspective, everything seemed to be fine, locked up and ghostface proof. though he knew gale could hold her own regardless.

" do you want me to stay? i can park the car by the curb, keep an eye on the place while you get some sleep."

he steps through the threshold, hands resting on his tactical belt as eyes scan the room before landing back on gale. " you doing okay? night's almost over at least. "

softly knocking on her door

just clocked out

i know you can. truth is .. i just wanted to see you.

course. i wouldn't be able to sleep if i didn't lay eyes on you to make sure you're okay

good. was kinda gonna do it anyway