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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 08:38 pm UTC (link)

Nodding, Shannon looked back at him. She didn't know the feeling, but she believed him. "Thank you," she said sincerely.

Her eyes followed his toward the mood bead divider and she couldn't help the smirk that crossed her lips. It was just too adorably cheesy. She looked back at him when he spoke again and laughed a little. "Well, in that case, I can't wait," she teased. For a fleeting moment, she considered asking him to join her, but thought better of it. Too much, too soon.

Raising her eyebrows as she picked up the clothes, she looked over at Dean. "Van Halen?" she asked, amused. It wasn't really her style, but she supposed it definitely could've been worse. He could've given her, like, a Lynyrd Skynyrd or Led Zepplin shirt, she supposed. That stuff reminded her of her dad. He'd stopped listening to it in favor of soft rock when he'd started seeing Sabrina, but Shannon had grown up having to listen to classic rock and hating every minute of it. Mozart, Beethoven, Chopin...that was music. She wouldn't hold it against Dean so long as he didn't make her listen to it, but she still couldn't help being amused by it. She had to admit, at least, that she thought that style of music sort of suited his personality and not in a bad way.

She winked at him to let him know she meant no harm and held up the clothes. "Thanks. I'll try and be quick."

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hellsboy
2009-03-03 09:13 pm UTC (link)

"Hey now, don't insult the band. There's nothing like a good Van Halen guitar riff." And he demonstrated, curling his lip and playing an air guitar, bopping his head to an imagined song in his own mind. If she was going to be in his space she might as well see how much of a nut he was while she was at it. But he didn't carry on long. He stopped and laughed. "Have fun," he said and winked at her.

He turned then toward a cupboard by the fridge. He opened it and took out a first aid kit. Wincing, he pulled his shirt over his head and took a look at the gash across his ribs. It had bled quite a bit but the bleeding was stopped now. He was glad she hadn't noticed it. He made fast work, bandaging his ribs and securing them with tape. Then he set to work on his forearms. After he'd finished he looked partially like a mummy and the image reminded him of an old stupid film he'd watched the other night here by himself. He shook his head and tried to think of something else.

Cassie's face came to mind as he was rummaging through his drawer for a clean shirt. He hung his head and sighed then yanked a dark blue shirt from the pile. Careful not to disturb his bandages, he pulled the new shirt over his head and went to flop on his bed to wait for Shannon.

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ballerinadreams
2009-03-03 09:50 pm UTC (link)

Shannon couldn't hold back her giggles. "You are such a nerd," she teased, taking a few steps toward him and kissing his cheek before heading into the bathroom, shaking her head and grinning in amusement.

He hadn't been wrong about the bathroom being huge. In all honesty, Shannon was surprised. It was even bigger than hers and more surprising, still, nicer. Hers was simple, because it looked just like the one in the apartment she'd shared with Nora, minus, of course, the litter of Nora's numerous skin and hair care products and appliances.

Looking over her shoulder reflexively to make sure he wasn't peeking, Shannon stepped further into the bathroom and, with a small smile and a roll of her eyes, put down the toilet's lid so she could leave the clothes there. Before turning on the water, she looked at herself in the mirror. "Ugh...I wouldn't kiss me looking like this," she whispered to herself, wrinkling her nose. Her face was dirty and her hair was a mess, matted in the spot where the lizard had held her.

After getting herself a towel, Shannon turned on the shower, disrobed, and got in, sitting down on the floor of the shower and letting the water pelt down on her. She was truthfully too damn tired to be taking a shower, but it felt good, in any case. Squinting against the water, she looked around the shower for shampoo, conditioner, and soap. She was disappointed, but not surprised, only to find a bar of Zest and a bottle of cheap shampoo. No conditioner at all. With a sigh, she pulled herself to her feet again. "I can't use that," she said softly, not wanting Dean to hear her complaint but unwilling to use what he had in his shower on herself. "I need Aveda shampoo and conditioner, Pangea shower gel - lavendar - some facial cleanser - and not the cheap shit, either - and a loofah," she went on, addressing the Planet. When all of it appeared, she gave herself a triumphant, self-satisfied smirk, and proceeded with her shower.

Once she felt sufficiently clean, she got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around herself, letting out a soft sigh of appreciation. Stepping back so that she was hidden by a bit of wall rather than just the mood beads, Shannon moved the towel to wrap it around her hair until she had dressed again. She lifted the collar of the sweatshirt to her nose reflexively and could smell something very distinctly Dean on it. She closed her eyes as a wave of guilt washed over her. She hadn't felt badly about flirting with Sam or taunting Greg...but wearing Dean's clothes, staying in his room; kissing him? It wasn't really cheating on Sayid if they hadn't made themselves an official couple, but she still felt badly. Maybe because she already felt so attached to Dean when maybe she shouldn't.

Shannon dropped heavily down onto the still-closed toilet and took her head in her hands, heaving a sigh. Was she a bad person? She'd never see Sayid again if the Plaque was to be trusted, but she'd heard of people being sent back and if that happened how could she look Sayid in the eye again after Dean? She didn't want to think about it.

Taking a deep breath, Shannon sat up straight again, discarding the towel to the floor and asked the Planet for a brush, dragging it through her hair until all the tangles were out. She reached down, grabbed the towel, and stood, hanging it on a hook on the wall before heading back out of the bathroom.

Dean was already on his bed. She gave him a weak smile. "Much better," she announced. Her hair was still wet, her makeup had been mostly lost in the shower, save her waterproof mascara and eyeliner which she'd purposefully avoided with the facial cleanser, but other than that, she felt and looked much better, in her own opinion. Crossing the room, she sat down on the edge of the other bed and drew her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "Thanks again for letting me stay," she added, giving him another grateful smile before unfolding herself and laying down on her back, staring up at the ceiling. How she was going to sleep with her mind turning over so many things, she had no idea.

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hellsboy
2009-03-03 10:25 pm UTC (link)

He opened his eyes as she entered the room again. He hadn't realized he'd closed them but somewhere along the way he must have. He smiled over at her and sat up as she sat down. He couldn't help but notice how small she looked in his over-sized clothes. There was something so nice about seeing her that way that he forgot the thoughts that had been running through his mind since before he had dropped onto the bed.

"You're welcome, Shannon," he said, pronouncing her name thoughtfully as if suddenly understanding it for the first time. It was not Cassie. She was not Cassie and he knew right then that he didn't feel guilty for liking Shannon as much as he did. And he liked her a lot more than he had thought was possible to like someone he'd only known through journals and one intense lizard fight. Yet there she was. Still largely an enigma. But he did understand some things about her. The things that were a lot like him. And the things that were very Shannon but that she'd chosen to explain whether in words or in expressions. This was not a rebound but a new beginning for him.

His expression faltered as he wondered if she felt it was a new beginning for her. He slid from the bed and knelt beside hers to talk quietly. "I'm glad you decided to stay. I didn't want you to go."

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