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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-03-03 17:16:00

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complete, day 34, dean winchester, shannon rutherford

Day 34: Having Fought Lizards...
Who: Dean Winchester & Shannon Rutherford
Where: Dean's Room
When: Day 34, early afternoon
What: Just saved the kitchen from lizards... for now
Status: Complete
Rating: R (language)

Dean led the way to his room, carefully peering around each corner of every building along the way before leading her around it. Last thing he wanted to do was walk her right into an ambush because he was busy grinning like an idiot at her. Which he was from time to time doing. Grinning like an idiot, that is.

"You know," he said now that it felt safe enough to be more of a smart ass without her misunderstanding his intentions. "You are actually very hot." He pursed his lips in a very amused expression and did not look at her.

Then as they walked up to his room door, he watched her profile from the corner of his eye. He pushed the door open to reveal his authentic motel-chic room complete with kitchenette of ugly green vinyl and chrome, two double beds (both of which were very obviously "Massage Hands" equipped with quarter tanks), a large flatscreen television attached to the wall and mood beads between the bed area and the bathroom beyond. He wasn't necessarily embarrassed to show her this; he figured if they were back on earth he'd probably want her on the road with him and she'd have to see this stuff anyway. But he was sort of unsure of what kind of idea she might get of who he was from it.

"Entrez-vous," he said with a chuckle. It was the only French he knew. "Make yourself at home."

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ballerinadreams
2009-03-03 04:21 pm UTC (link)

Shannon walked in a comfortable silence beside him, every so often looking over her shoulder to make sure that they were still alone and weren't being followed by any more of those nasty things.

He broke the silence finally and she looked over at him, eyebrows arched and smirk firmly in place. "Oh yeah?" she asked. "You're not so bad yourself, you know. Kinda sexy, all that bad assery you showed back there, too. Didn't think you'd have it in you." It was said lightly with a teasing air, but she had a feeling they were well enough on the same page that he'd be more amused than offended.

When they stopped at his room, Shannon rolled her eyes. "You were right fucking next door the whole time, unreal," she laughed, running her fingers through her hair to push it out of her face. It occurred to her just then that she probably looked a horrible mess after the whole thing with the lizards and yet he'd still said he thought she was hot. Huh... she thought fondly.

He opened the door and she peered inside, raising her eyebrows. He hadn't been kidding about the hotel room bit, apparently. It looked a lot more like the seedy motels she'd seen on TV than the lush suites she'd always stayed in, but still. Definitely motel-chic. She found herself blushing slightly, even, when she noticed that the beds were the kinds that vibrated on demand with the input of some change and she hadn't even known those actually existed; she'd always thought they were just sort of a running joke.

"Merci beaucoup," she replied, smiling at him for his having remembered that she spoke French. "La maison à la maison douce?" she teased. "Home sweet home," she translated before letting herself inside. She stood a little awkwardly just inside the door, still peering around. It wasn't her style at all, but she could definitely ignore that if it was his. She might be a spoiled little rich girl, but she already liked him too much to hold the fact that he was from an entirely different world against him. That, however, didn't mean she really knew what to do with herself in a room like this...

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hellsboy
2009-03-03 04:22 pm UTC (link)

He poked her side playfully when she said she didn't know he'd had all the bad ass in him. He dismissed the annoying little nagging thought that maybe she really had not expected much. He hadn't expected what he'd seen from her, but he had hoped she had the same substance he had seen in their journals. He had been pleasantly surprised that she had a bit of bad ass in her herself. Remembering her face as she had told the motherfuckers to go to hell, he smiled to himself. He thought about asking her if they taught that sort of fighting in ballet but held his tongue.

"Oh yeah? You've been the one next door playing the classical music at all hours?" He gave her a very pretend look as though he had been awakened more than one time late at night due to some wild party she'd been throwing. "Some people." He chuckled and stepped inside the door behind her.

Closing the door he watched for a moment as she took in the room. It occurred to him that maybe he should feel strange about her seeing this. She wouldn't be the first one to think he brought girls back here like it was Prom every night. Truth was he hadn't and he'd tell her that if she brought it up the way Jessica had.

"Come on in to Chez Dean. Yes, home sweet home. Sort of..." He passed her then and went to the fridge. Opening it he said over his shoulder, "We have lunch meat and beer already stocked. Complete bachelor pad stuff, I know. What would you prefer to have? I can ask for anything you'd like and then we can either eat on the table or uh set up a blanket on the ground and pretend we're on Craphole Island in the sand"

	ballerinadreams 2009-03-05 12:05 pm UTC (link)
	"Mmhmm, point for you," Shannon agreed sleepily. A small, tired smile crossed her lips briefly when he kissed her neck and with that, she let herself drift off. (Reply to this) (Parent)