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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-13 15:55:00

Current mood:	groggy
Entry tags:	!complete, day 04, dean winchester, location: carnival, open, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day Four
Who: Dean Winchester & OTA
What: Day Four, beginning to realize...
When: Just after dawn
Where: Edge of the forest, nearest landmark: Carnival
Rating: R (always with the language)
Status: Complete

Dean had been walking for what felt like forever. His feet actually ached and his clothing was torn in various places from brambles, errant tree branches and who knew what else. He wasn't sure when he'd started walking but his eyes were slowly becoming accustomed to the light creeping across the treetops above him. It was still somewhat dark down there between the dense trees but he could see something ahead of him. A great, gleaming circle rising up into the air through the foliage.

Frowning, Dean ran a hand through his hair and a few dried and rustling leaves fluttered to the ground around him. He was all but trudging, dragging his feet at this point. It occurred to him with sudden clarity that he had no idea where he was or why he was there. He felt like he was trying to pull himself out of a long and sticky sleep that wanted to keep him buried in some fog of numbness. Something about that wasn't right and he knew it but his head was fuzzy. So damned fuzzy. He became aware of the fact that his stomach felt nauseated the further he slid forward on lazy feet. Perhaps whatever was up ahead had water somewhere inside. Or maybe there were people.

No. Not maybe. Somehow he knew there would be people somewhere. He didn't know how but that seemed stamped as a fact directly on his sluggish brain. He groaned as he stepped from the edge of the forest into a clearing filled with colorful booths and sunlight. The sun seemed to burn into his mind and he closed his eyes, rubbing them. "What the hell is going on?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-13 03:32 pm UTC (link)

The drinking hadn't done much other than give Shannon a stomach ache and things weren't feeling any better. She'd decided she needed to be alone - completely alone - with her thoughts and maybe if she had the luxury of actually mulling things over and letting them process however they might, she could grieve, deal, whatever, and then move on. So, when Sam was awake, she told him she was heading off to the gas station for some more water - huge lie - and she'd see him when she saw him. She still didn't trust him as far as she could probably throw him, but he hadn't hurt her yet, so maybe he wasn't going to. Maybe he wasn't biding his time.

The first place that Shannon could think of that would be almost definitely deserted (now that she was sharing her own secluded building with Sam) was the carnival. It had nothing useful, no real form of shelter, and quite honestly, it was creepy. Creepy, she decided, was a small price to pay.

Curling up in one of the tea cups of the ride bearing the same name, Shannon pulled out her journal and started writing. The more she wrote, the more unsure about her emotions she felt. The only two clear things to her were that Domeki made her feel better about this place and that Claire maybe wasn't so crazy for always writing in her diary back on the Island. Case in point, if something happened to Shannon like it had to Claire and she disappeared only to come back with some kind of fucked up amnesia, at least she'd have some sort of record of whom she trusted and whom she did not. Better than nothing.

The sound of movement in the brush made Shannon tense and turn, shaking. Shouldn't have come out alone. Should've asked Domeki to come along... she thought as someone emerged from the woods, rubbing his eyes and muttering to himself. The words were lost in the breeze but Shannon stood and shoved the journal and pen into her sweater pocket. Looking around for something to use as a weapon, Shannon noticed a loose piece of the metal railing meant to keep people in line and in order while they waited their turns.

Carefully, Shannon got back out of the tea cup and pulled the piece of metal free, holding it tightly in both hands in the same fashion she'd held the two-by-four when Sam had let himself into the museum two nights ago. "Hello?" she called out to the man. It occurred to her that she was the one calling out to him, so she lowered the metal bar, but didn't loosen her grip or put it down. She'd raise it again if she needed to, but she thought maybe this guy was another new person...there seemed to be a fair few lately, as rumor had it.

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hellsboy
2009-04-13 09:58 pm UTC (link)

Dean started to trip on his own feet and decided it was time to stop before he landed with a mouthful of dirt on the ground. It took him a moment to feel more steady and his head to continue to de-fuzz but he was still out of it when he heard the voice call to him from somewhere among the rides. The rides? What the fuck? Where was he? Blinking rapidly and rubbing his dusty, aching eyes, he gazed around at his surroundings, trying to register fully what exactly he was seeing. There were amusement park rides all around.

"Oh hell," he groaned and his eyes caught sight of the girl standing near the tea cup ride. Chipped paint and rusting metal surrounded her and he thought she might be pretty if his head wasn't so damned full of cotton. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about it though because her entire stance spoke volumes. She looked scared and was obviously on the defensive. She also seemed to be holding something low in her hand. Possibly a weapon.

He attempted to turn fully toward her, hands out placatingly to show her he was unarmed and harmless but he lost his balance. Almost in slow motion his knees buckled and twisted beneath him, landing him hard on his ass on the ground. He half-laughed and half-groaned again at his graceful moves. Now that he was sitting, he could no longer see her behind the tea cup so he called out to her.

"Hey, uh, any idea where I might find some water or an aspirin?" He rubbed his head and decided to stay sitting down for a while.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-13 10:26 pm UTC (link)

The man was turning toward her and holding his hands out the same way Sam had when he'd walked into the museum; presumably, to show her that he wasn't a threat. It didn't make Shannon any more comfortable considering she was still all alone, but before she could worry too much about it, down he went.

Shannon blinked. Okay, not terribly threatening; the guy couldn't even stand on his own two feet, from the looks of things. Granted, that was quote possibly all an act, but given the half-laugh and half-groan that she did catch as the wind momentarily settled, she somehow thought not.

Taking a few tentative steps toward the man, Shannon squeezed the metal bar in her right hand. "Yeah, water across the street," she called. "There's a pharmacy across town," she added. "For the aspirin." If he proved to actually be a non-threat, she'd fill him in on the fact that Martha had stuff for pain back at the gym, which was closer to where they were right then than the pharmacy-slash-liquor store would be. "Which one are you?" she called out, taking another reluctant step forward. She stopped then, just out of where his line of sight was likely to end and the block of the tea cup ride began.

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hellsboy
2009-04-13 10:55 pm UTC (link)

Dean glanced around, his eyes beginning to become more accustomed to the light even though his brain was taking a lot longer to clear up. He wasn't sure if the churning sound was an illusion in his ears due to his muddled mind or if there were water rides in this place too. He didn't think he liked the idea of either option really.

"Across the street?" he asked under his breath. That sounded funny to him considering the rides and booths he was surrounded by. "Across town..." he said a little louder. "Where the hell am I?" he grumbled and closed his eyes again.

She was still apparently wary of him and that amused him. He chuckled softly as she crept closer because he was pretty sure he could hear her doing it even though he couldn't see her until he opened his eyes. And even then he could only see the edge of her skirt peeking from behind a tea cup.

"Which one am I? What do you mean?" he answered her question with another. He chuckled and then groaned again, gingerly rubbing a sore spot on his bicep. A slow, burning sensation was creeping across his skin beneath the sleeve of his shirt but he was preoccupied by the fact that he wasn't sure where he was or what was happening around him.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-13 11:09 pm UTC (link)

Where was he? Shannon couldn't decide if she wanted to laugh or cry. "The Glass Cage," she decided on using Sam's definition, rolling her eyes. "We don't really know where we are," she clarified.

Her grip lightened slightly on the metal bar and she craned her neck slightly, trying to see him around the tea cup behind which she was hiding. "I mean, who are you?" she asked again. She'd talked to a lot of faceless names in the journals and she wondered which he was. Or, for that matter, if he was, as she thought, new.

"Fuck it," she said to herself. She had the metal bar. She could take him if she needed to, right? Shannon took another step around and looked down at the man on the ground with raised eyebrows and heightened defensiveness, tightening her grip on the metal bar again. "What's your name?" she asked again, trying very hard not to shake in fear. Jesus, this guy was practically Sam-sized up close... Great.

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hellsboy
2009-04-14 08:51 am UTC (link)

Dean mouthed the question to himself, "Glass Cage?" The fact that this girl knew a name for the place but had no idea where they actually were was not comforting. Of course, she could possibly be a decoy. Hazily, at the edge of his memory, he remembered waking in the forest and having met a very complicated dude called the Doctor. The two of them had attempted to find the edge of this place but he couldn't remember if they'd been successful. What he did know is that his suspicions of the Doctor being part of the whole set up had been wrong. So his thought to mistrust her as part of the whole set up herself was probably off base.

Instead of trying to get to his feet, Dean scooted backward to rest against one of the colorful booths. Above him a large, mildew-gray stuffed hamster grinned down with oversized white teeth and vacant eyes. This entire situation was just wrong. It took a really demented mind to come up with a scenario like a Glass Cage; some sort of bizarre little town in the middle of nowhere with random people running around all suspicious of each other. He would love to meet them face to face and shake their hand, congratulate them on winning the most creative asshole award.

When the girl rounded the tea cup he could clearly see the metal bar in her hand. He raised his brows at it and then at her face and smiled wanly. "You going to use that on me if I don't tell you my name? Because, you know, I would tell you. Except..." And that was when he frowned, rubbing his bicep again as the sting grew and his memory seemed to fade further into hiding. "Except, I don't don't remember my name. Which is sort of bullshit since I remember the guy I woke up here with. The Doctor." He was more talking to himself now than to her, looking down at the ground as he searched his mind for more gaps in his memory, trying to force his mind to think past the fuzz now.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-14 11:42 am UTC (link)

Furrowing her brow, Shannon squeezed the metal bar in her hand and held herself still as the guy on the ground looked up at her. He asked whether she was going to use it on him if he didn't tell her his name and the thought, admittedly, briefly crossed her mind, but before she could reply, he'd started talking again.

The man said he didn't know his name, but that he remembered the name of the guy he woke up with. The Doctor. Shannon's eyes widened slightly and she took a step back as she looked down at him. "About my height, kinda pretty with crazy hair and vomitously perky?" she asked, in reference to the Doctor. And then, "...are you...Dean?"

She remembered earlier on the second day that when she had met the Doctor for the first time, he had been looking for someone named Dean. Sam, too, had been looking for someone named Dean. The Doctor was looking for the guy he'd woken up in the woods with; Sam was looking for his older brother - or at least, Shannon assumed the brother was older since Sam had said his brother had raised him.

Putting the metal bar carefully down and leaning it up against the tea cup in case she needed it again, Shannon smoothed her skirt down around her legs as she lowered herself into an awkward crouch beside the man. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, brow knit slightly with concern. The Doctor had seemed to trust Dean, so she pushed away whatever dormant fear and suspicion she still had toward Sam. "Um, this is gonna sound kind of retarded if you're not...whoever, but...do you have a little brother? Maybe like...6'4" or 6'5"; dark, moppy hair, sorta built and a little, uh, awkward?" she asked. She didn't give Sam's name, reflexively testing the other man who may or may not really be the Doctor's Dean.

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hellsboy
2009-04-14 03:05 pm UTC (link)

Dean watched her eyes go slightly wide as something dawned on her. Or at least that's what it seemed to be happening. She apparently knew the Doctor and he laughed at her description of the man. "I wouldn't say vomitously but he was something else, that's for sure. I remember him real well but me? Not so much. I guess I could be Dean but I'm not sure."

With a grunt he scratched his bicep, this time a lot less absently than he had been doing before. Fumbling with the sleeve of his shirt, he tried to lift it above the place that was agitating him but was unsuccessful partly because the material was so tight against his muscle and partly because she had come to kneel down beside him and her voice was piercing his ear drums.

He blinked several times as she spoke and leaned away from her. "Sorry," he apologized, still struggling with his sleeve. "My head is full of wool and I'm still kinda dizzy. I don't remember much at the moment other than waking up with the Doctor in the woods and trying to stop him from running headfirst into danger. That guy is seriously either a head case or a very brilliant man. Who are you, by the way? Should I have a metal rod to defend myself against you?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-14 03:28 pm UTC (link)

Frowning, Shannon watched as he scratched at his arm. That...didn't look good coupled with the fact that he had no idea who he was, even if he did remember the Doctor. He said he was dizzy and she wondered if the itching was an adverse reaction to having been injected with something. It all felt too much like Claire for Shannon's taste. After hearing about the way people had been left in the woods for dead. She wondered if maybe there were others who hadn't made it out and hadn't written in their journals so that she'd never even know they were there to be missing.

But, the way he'd described the Doctor as either a headcase or someone brilliant, it sounded about like the Doctor that she'd met. "I'm Shannon," she said softly, trying to help him with his sleeve. "I'm not gonna hurt you if you're not gonna try to hurt me," she added. With a soft sigh, she managed to push his sleeve the rest of the way up and was sadly unsurprised to find a bandage on his arm and her brow furrowed. A couple of inches radius coming out from beneath the bandage was bright red from his scratching.

Holding her skirt in place as she stood again, Shannon held a hand out to him. "Come on, there's a doctor. Not the Doctor, who, interestingly enough isn't actually a doctor at all. I hate to say it, but I'm pretty sure they plucked you for an experiment," she sighed. "Although, from what I hear, you've had it easier than some of the others. You're still in pretty good shape. Some of the others, from what I hear, not so much," she added. To clarify, she tacked on, "Sam thinks that we're all a bunch of lab rats. The longer I'm here, the more inclined I am to believe it. If you came with the Doctor, you've been here for three days. Well, this is the fourth."

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hellsboy
2009-04-15 08:48 am UTC (link)

Dean glanced curiously at the bandage as Shannon lifted his sleeve to reveal it. She was being helpful but to Dean it felt like she was somewhat impatient through it all. Maybe that was just the last vestiges of whatever had happened to him after he'd met the Doctor and before he'd found himself walking aimlessly through the trees. If he thought hard enough, he couldn't remember having started walking. He didn't think that would be the greatest tidbit of info to share with her though. She was very obviously skittish if nothing else. He wondered what had happened to her and felt a twinge of -- regret, was it? -- that he hadn't been able to protect her.

Odd thought to have. He'd never met her but instinctively he felt he should have been able to protect her and anyone else. He'd tried to protect the Doctor, as much as the guy had been stubborn. He could remember that at least. And the glass wall! They'd found a glass wall... Hence the Glass Cage. Okay, that made sense then, he guessed.

She held out her hand to him and he tilted his head and chuckled at her good-naturedly. He glanced down at himself, obviously meaning she should take note of his larger, more muscular physique and asked, "Seriously? If you can help me to my feet without breaking your arm, I will have to totally rethink my ideas on - Ow!" he growled and tore at the bandage on his arm. "If we're lab rats, what do you think they did to me here? And who is Sam?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-15 10:56 am UTC (link)

When he didn't take her hand, but instead gave a laugh and looked down at himself to indicate - in case she hadn't already noticed - how much bigger than her he was, Shannon rolled her eyes playfully and smirked. "Men," she muttered. "I think I can handle it," she added and winced for him as he tore off the bandage.

Furrowing her brow slightly, she shook her head. "I don't know," she admitted. "But seeing as how you can't remember who you are...it probably wasn't anything good," she added. Somehow, she felt her heart break a little when he asked who Sam was. If he was Sam's brother, that would absolutely crush her roommate - he'd been and probably still was - really worried about his brother and had been looking for him. "Sam's...this guy I'm sharing my shelter with," she said awkwardly. "If you're who I think you are..." her voice then trailed off and she shook her hand slightly in front of him in an effort to get him to take it. Maybe it was better not to say, yet, especially if he wasn't who she thought he was.

"Anyway, come on, do you want me to help you or no?" she asked patiently. At the very least, Shannon thought he should get up off the ground and they should get out of the carnival. It was creepy anyway, but if the clown shoes - Oh my God, did I seriously pick that up from Bob? Jesus... - running the show here hadn't had a problem erasing this guy's memory even when he was built the way he was, she'd practically be a sitting duck.

She paused and licked her lips before chewing on the bottom one. Shannon was afraid to share her whereabouts with more people when Sam still may not have been a wise choice, but it was closer than the gym and the pharmacy and she'd kept a bottle of Aleve for herself. Actually, it had already come in handy for the dull hangover headache that she'd woken up to. If he was in a lot of pain and just not letting it show because he was trying to be all macho or whatever then a walk to the gym or, worse, to the pharmacy was probably a bad idea. She hated herself a little bit for thinking it, but she thought maybe he might be just out of it enough that he wouldn't remember where she was staying once they left, anyway.

...real sensitive, Shan. Boone's voice. Shannon closed her eyes and shook her head to rid it of the thought. When she opened them again, she looked back down at maybe-Dean expectantly. Was he coming or not?

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hellsboy
2009-04-16 10:13 pm UTC (link)

"Oh really," he answered her with a sarcastic smile. "You can pull me up even though I weigh twice as much as you and I'm dizzy as hell? You must be Super Girl! Where's the cape?" He shook his head and pulled at the bandage on his arm.

He was started to get very frustrated with the whole thing. He felt restless and like he was supposed to be doing something -- something very important -- but he couldn't remember what it was. Which was annoying as hell. But his head was beginning to feel more normal, or at least less fuzzy and full of cotton. Her voice didn't sound shrill or make him wince now and he thought maybe he could stand up if he did it slowly.

Ignoring her offered hand, he grabbed hold of the side of the booth he'd been leaning against. "No offense," he explained. "I don't want to hurt you if I fall over again." But it didn't seem likely that he would since he was standing now and only swaying a little. "So uh give me a minute and then take me to your leader," he quipped with a wink and a smile at Shannon. "This Sam will know who I am, you think?"

He worked the bandage completely away from his arm and tossed it aside. Beneath the bandage was a tattoo. It looked fresh by the way it was rimmed with angry red flesh and the ink was pristinely black against his tanned skin. It was one word. Expired. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Dean asked and rubbed his tender bicep gingerly, shaking his head.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-16 10:33 pm UTC (link)

At his sarcasm, Shannon set her jaw. Fantastic. Another person to think she was useless. It shouldn't have surprised her, really, but it still hurt her feelings regardless. This guy, Dean or not, didn't know her; who the hell was he to judge what she was and wasn't capable of? She chose not to respond to his remark about Super Girl.

"Whatever," she said in a low voice, frowning, when he got up all on his own. Fine, if he was going to be like that, then he could just walk his own ass back and if he didn't need her help that was just fine with her, too. She forced a short, pursed-lipped smile back at him when he joked about taking him to her leader. "Maybe. I don't know. The Doctor will, though, he's been looking for you," she said in a dull voice.

Once the bandage was completely gone and tossed aside, Shannon saw that the word expired had been tattooed there. Still furthermore, she noticed, just before he covered it by rubbing his bicep, that there was a tiny puncture wound in the round of the letter d. Her brow furrowed. Maybe they'd meant to give him a lethal injection and botched it? "No clue," she found herself replying to him although she wasn't sure he actually expected a response.

Shifting her weight from one foot to the other and looking over where he'd come out from warily, she picked up the metal bar again. If he didn't need or want her help walking, then she'd have a free hand for it, anyway. Better safe than sorry. "Just say when," she added without looking back at him.

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hellsboy
2009-04-16 10:46 pm UTC (link)

From his peripheral vision he saw her deflate when he'd decided to get up on his own. Now she sounded like a zombie when she spoke and that added to his frustration. She'd ignored his quip and wouldn't engage in lighthearted banter to take the edge away from the seriousness of the moment. Women, he thought. You try to do a good thing and they get pissy for no reason. Well if that was her game then he wasn't going to be flashing the smiles for her benefit.

He lifted his brow as she picked up the metal bar again and glanced at her expression which looked like it bordered on unfriendly. He scratched absently at the tattoo and shook his head at her. "Didn't mean to ruffle your feathers," he said lightly, turning away to glance around the carnival. He remembered a bit more from his time with the Doctor. There had been a town. A gas station with water and a town. And if they were in a glass cage, it couldn't be that difficult to find his own way around a limited area.

"You can leave that. I'm not going to hurt you. Just point me in the direction of Sam or the Doctor or an aspirin and I'll find my own way."

He glanced back at her and rolled down his sleeve over the ridiculous tattoo to keep himself from scratching it raw. Patting it, he felt a wave of dizziness flow through his head and he closed his eyes to ride it out. "Ugh," he grumbled.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-16 10:55 pm UTC (link)

When maybe-Dean spoke again, Shannon looked back at him. "Whatever, it's no big deal," she replied with a shrug. And it wasn't; not really. Yeah, it bothered her that he was just one more person in a long line of people that thought she was just a girl and yeah she was sick of people thinking she was useless because she happened to be pretty - and Shannon was pretty sure that was why the felt that way - but it wasn't anything new or Earth-shattering.

"It's not for you," she replied in reference to the bar. "I think judging by the way you're wobbling, if I needed to, I could take you," she added, "in spite of your Hulk size," she finished as sarcastically as he had called her Super Girl, complete with a smug grin. "It's just in case. A lot of scary shit has been going down the past couple of days."

She paused and shook her head. "Yeah, well, if you want Sam or the Doctor, then you might as well just come with me, seeing as how they live with me and all," she reminded him. Well, sort of reminded him. She'd mentioned that Sam lived with her, but she hadn't said about the Doctor. Mainly because he hadn't actually moved in yet, he'd just agreed to. Shannon didn't find it prudent to explain to Dean, especially since the whole reason she'd asked the Doctor to come was because she was still not sure how she felt about Sam. Which, if Sam was Dean's brother and he ever came around to realize it, would probably be offensive.

Still, when he groaned and closed his eyes, Shannon looked back at him sympathetically. She'd have offered her arm or something, but she doubted he'd effing take it, since he was apparently Mr. Macho or whatever. "You okay?" she ventured, though.

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hellsboy
2009-04-16 11:10 pm UTC (link)

Quietly, with only a slight hint of his former wit, he said, "You really are Super Girl. You're going to be my protector? I like that." Sort of. He wasn't sure what to think about the fact that he was, as she'd said, too wobbly to be much of a match for anything or anyone. "Well, lead the way then."

He was about to step further away from the booth to follow her but the wave of dizziness struck and it was like the straw that broke the camel's back after everything. He looked up at the trees when she asked if he was okay and it all spilled out and upward into the sky.

"Me? I'm fine. Just dizzy as fuck because some unknown person or people grabbed my ass while I was sleeping, threw me in a glass cage and then did god knows what to me while tattooing my arm like a bunch of assholes." His legs began to wobble again as he felt his anger begin to rise at the fact that he'd been rendered so helpless when he knew that couldn't be the person he'd been before this all.

"Oh yeah and Super Girl is PMSing so I get treated to the Sulky Girl instead. It occurred to him that he'd remembered something new, that he'd been sleeping when they'd nabbed him, but it was somewhat inconsequential now that he was about to fall over again. Fuck that. He was not falling over. He grabbed onto the edge of the booth and kicked it hard with his boot.

"Shit!" he gasped, dancing on one foot and glaring at the booth. "This is not supposed to happen to me. I'm supposed to be on top of my fucking game, dammit! Dad didn't train me to -" He stopped, looking confused. He was completely out of control and what was he even talking about?

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-16 11:19 pm UTC (link)

Sighing, Shannon shrugged. "If I have to be, I guess, yeah," she replied. It wasn't meant to be an insult; she didn't mean it that she felt like he was an obligation now, even though she did feel that way, considering the fact that both the Doctor and Sam were waiting on tenterhooks for a Dean or Deans and this guy might be it or one of them, depending on how she looked at it. "Mostly, I just don't like the idea of being defenseless whether I need this or not," she clarified, since really, she'd just meant she'd wanted to keep it to protect herself, although she supposed she could protect him as well, by extension, if it came down to it.

He looked about like he was ready to fall over again and she made a move to grab him, but he seemed to help himself just fine, grabbing the edge of the booth. Although, he seemed pretty damn frustrated that he'd kicked it and it looked as though he'd hurt himself in the process. She grimaced on his behalf.

Although, he kept talking and he seemed to be remembering something, so when he stopped himself, Shannon moved closer and put an arm around his waist, pulling one of his arms around her shoulders. "Keep talking. Maybe it'll just come out," she said quickly. "And come on, lemme get you back to my place so you can freakin' lay down," she added, trying to pull him away from the booth so that they could go back to the museum. "It's not far."

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hellsboy
2009-04-16 11:45 pm UTC (link)

Don't do me any favors, he thought to himself as she begrudgingly took on the responsibility for his protect. He was starting to rethink his idea that he was too wobbly to be a match for anyone. He figured that if it came down to it, he could protect them both. He'd been fine when he was walking before after all. It had just been when he'd stopped that he'd lost his balance so badly. Or maybe they'd injected him with something that hit in waves. Who knew? Whatever though, he wasn't going to argue with her.

His foot throbbed now and the tattoo was begging to be scratched. Whatever he'd been on the trail of remembering a moment ago slid cleanly from his mind. The more he tried to remember it the more vague it became until he gave up trying to remember altogether. It made him want to kick the booth again but he was done being out of control. He zipped his anger back into place and swallowed it down along with some of his pride. When she put her arm around his waist and pulled his arm around her shoulder he didn't resist. Instead he leaned slightly against her, careful not to put a lot of his weight on her, and allowed her to pull him away from the booth.

Out of steam, he relaxed and wondered briefly if he should be trusting her but that was a stupid thing to wonder now that she was close enough to slip a knife in between his ribs if she chose to. Allowing her to lead him in the direction he guessed was toward the museum, Dean asked, "So uh is Sam your boyfriend or something? And what happened that made you decide you needed a metal bar to defend yourself with?" It struck him as almost funny considering the fact she knew the Doctor and that dude was such a pacifist that Dean figured he'd have talked anyone out of using weapons to defend themselves by now.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-16 11:58 pm UTC (link)

Good, at least you're willing to take an ego blow if it means getting somewhere safer, she thought to herself when she felt him lean slightly against her. She could tell he was holding back, but at least he was letting her help, now. That was something. Baby steps, she supposed.

As she walked them both back out of the carnival and onto the dirt road, she leaned her own weight on the metal bar like a walking stick. If he needed to put more weight on her, that would, at least, take some of the pressure off. She hoped.

A small grin passed over her lips when he asked if Sam was her boyfriend. No, but he's kinda cute...I wouldn't hate it if he was, she thought. "No, I just met him a couple of days ago. He was on the journals and he seemed to be pretty calm and collected about the whole thing, trying to work out..." she paused and shifted her position as she walked; the metal bar was digging into her hand uncomfortably. "...where we were and what we all had in common. Why we're here and how to get us out. He suggested we take a headcount, so I started taking a census and then..." she let her voice trail off and she sighed slightly. "And then on the second day, some people - Sam included - woke up tied to strangers in the woods and attacked by wild animals. So, I asked him to move in with me so we could sleep in shifts. Safer that way, I guess, or something," she explained, answering both of his questions at the same time as best she could.

"I guess I just figure it's better safe than sorry," she said softly, slowing her pace when she realized maybe she'd be difficult to keep up with if he was still feeling dizzy. "I learned the hard way vicariously through others, you could say."

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hellsboy
2009-04-17 12:12 am UTC (link)

Dean tried to walk more steadily than he felt for her sake. She was leaning on the metal bar and it wasn't like she was a big girl either. He was worried he'd hurt her but he was more worried that he looked like a complete pussy. It wasn't like he was banged up or bleeding or anything. Just dizzy. He should be able to handle that considering how many times he'd drunk himself into a stupor recently over Cassie. "Cassie?" he muttered, brows furrowing in confusion again. He pushed that from his mind in the hopes that not thinking about it would bring it to the forefront again.

"Tied to strangers and attacked by wild animals? What the fuck is wrong with people?" he asked. He didn't expect she'd have an answer but the whole thing made him angry. No one should have the power to take people while they were sleeping and put them in harm's way. "Sounds like Sam is my kinda guy. I'd love to pick his brain about a way out of this fucking place. A census is a smart idea; you know who all is around and what they can do. Sam's a bit of brainiac, huh?" That seemed familiar to Dean for some reason but he couldn't put his finger on why. Just as well though. The more he thought, the dizzier he was feeling now.

He took a deep breath and glanced at the side of Shannon's blonde head. Closer up she was surprisingly pretty in a girl next door-ish kind of way and she looked scared. He felt a pang of guilt again that he hadn't been there to protect her. She was obviously an innocent and had no context for this sort of situation. Not that he did either - or did he?

"Yes, safe is better than sorry. I feel very safe with you protecting me, Super Girl." He half smiled at the side of her face and then turned his eyes back to where they were going, concentrating on moving less wobbily along.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-17 07:00 am UTC (link)

Cassie...? she mouthed to herself in confusion. Where had that come from? She'd told him her name, right? ...yeah, yeah she had. Cassie and Shannon sounded nothing alike. It registered then that he sounded a little confused, himself, so she wondered if maybe whoever Cassie was, she was a memory coming back to him, because as far as Shannon could remember, she hadn't heard a Cassie mentioned anywhere in the journals as of yet. That was decidedly good, Shannon thought, because the more little things he remembered, the more big things he would remember eventually. At least, logically speaking - not that anything so far about this place had been logical.

He repeated the information she'd given in the form of a question, as if trying to fully process what she'd said and then asked what the fuck was wrong with people. "Right?" Shannon asked with her own brand of irritation toward whoever was behind this whole thing. It was more to herself than to him, because the way in which he asked suggested to her that he didn't think she'd have an answer and he wasn't wrong. She didn't.

Although, when he said Sam was his kind of guy, Shannon smiled a little. She, on the other hand, was still waffling on how she felt about Sam. "You and me both," she agreed, however, to the sentiment that maybe-Dean would like to pick Sam's brain about a way to get out. She had thought that Sam's idea to take a head count was a good idea, too, and it wasn't lost upon Shannon that Dean had mentioned the same thing Sam had - getting to know who was around and what they could do. Maybe-Dean sounded more and more like actually-Dean the more he talked. "I don't know, I don't really know him, but I guess so. I mean, he said he went to Stanford," she replied absently. "That's, like, a really good school, so...I guess he'd have to be."

A smirk crossed Shannon's lips and she looked over at him from an awkward angle when he called her Super Girl again. "Well, I'm glad one of us does, Hulk," she joked back, mainly to keep herself from worrying about the fact that if some sort of threat did expose itself, Shannon was weighed down with a semi-disabled guy who was not only taller, but larger than she. Never mind the fact that Shannon had never actually had to defend herself. She could see the art museum up ahead, but it still seemed miles away; an illusion of the mind to frustrate and deflate her, she assumed.

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hellsboy
2009-04-17 08:26 am UTC (link)

He frowned and focused on standing up a little straighter with each step. "Stanford?" Dean asked, looking at her again. "I think I knew a guy who went to Stanford. Weird. I don't think I was the kind of guy to know a guy who went to a really good school. Huh." He shrugged and tried to pick up the pace. He could see a building ahead and he was pretty sure it was the museum she'd spoken about. She didn't seem the type to go too far from a safehold. Which was good because that meant she would be easier to protect once he got his bearings back completely.

He chuckled when she called him Hulk. She was loosening up a little again which made things a lot serious. He didn't do serious for too long if he could help it; he knew that at least. The other stuff was coming back in quick snatches at the edges of darkness inside his mind. He hated being this out of it. It felt wrong and he hoped it would all come back soon. But what the fuck did the word Expired mean on his arm and why would someone tattoo it on his arm. It itched like hell too but unless he wanted to fall on top of Shannon, he couldn't scratch it.

He was however gaining his strength back faster than his memory. He could feel his legs more solidly underneath him but he decided it would be better in the long run if he let her continue to help him. Super Girl was touchy and he did not want the instant replay of earlier. "You really should laugh more often, Shannon. You're almost attractive when you don't look pissed off," he said with a distracted smile.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-17 06:01 pm UTC (link)

If she could have, Shannon would've told him more, but she knew nothing about him and next to nothing about Sam. There was no way that she could think of to jog his memory. "That's what he said. Stanford Law. And, uh, that he did a lot of road tripping with his brother. Whole lower forty-eight, he said. I'm actually kind of jealous, because I've only ever been in California. Almost made it to New York, but that's a long story," she sighed.

Shannon paused. "I wish I could tell you about you, but seeing as how I don't even know for sure if you're who I think you might be..." Another sigh. "Sam didn't say much about his brother, anyway, just that his brother pretty much raised him and that they spent a lot of time on the road..." her voice trailed off and she rolled her eyes a little at herself. "Maybe you're not even him. I don't know. He thinks you might be." Now she was just rambling to fill in the silence and that wasn't terribly like her. What the fuck was her problem, anyway?

At his remark, she looked over at him and raised her eyebrows. "Almost? Please, I'm totally hot; did they fuck with your vision, too, Hulk?" she teased. What a smart ass. Shannon wondered if Sam's brother was a smart ass...it hadn't really come up and it wasn't something she would've thought to ask. "You're almost attractive when you're not refusing to let a girl help you because you're a guy," she added, just for good measure.

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hellsboy
2009-04-17 06:19 pm UTC (link)

What she was saying about Sam didn't sink in right away. She hadn't previously mentioned that he was supposedly Sam's brother. But it went over his head as he only half listened and tried to keep his mind on clearing the leftover fuzz from his thoughts so he could walk more confidently. She was a trooper to put up with half-carrying him this far and the museum wasn't that much further in front of them. He was grateful that she had insisted on helping him. He wasn't exactly sure why but he appreciated the company now that she was beginning to loosen up even more and get snarky. She was taking his mind off the fact that he was as helpless without his memories as he was.

"Totally hot? Oh I don't know about that." He looked at her for a long time, almost stopping mid-stride. He tilted his head and squinted one eye and then the other and then closed them. "Oh, ok, yeah now I see it," he chuckled before opening his eyes again. "And I didn't refuse to let you help me because I'm a guy. I refused to let you help me because I didn't want to hurt you. But now that I know you're Super Girl, it's all good."

He grinned at her and then turned his eyes back to the museum. The building loomed closer against the rising sun. The rays of sunlight filtered between the partial ruin of the roof and highlighted Shannon's blonde hair. She was very pretty, he had to admit. In fact, he probably wouldn't object to- Then it hit.

"Wait a minute. Sam from Stanford. The brainiac. I'm supposed to be his brother?" he asked her, this time coming to a complete stop in the middle of the deserted road. "That doesn't seem likely does it?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-17 06:52 pm UTC (link)

"Asshole," Shannon laughed, releasing her hold on him for the sole purpose of elbowing him in the side. After that, she wrapped her arm around his waist again. "Real cute," she added, wrinkling her nose and then looking back ahead of herself as they went on walking. She squinted her eyes against the sun as it started to rise higher in the sky.

They were nearly back to the museum and Shannon wondered if Sam and the Doctor would be in there. Sam or the Doctor. Maybe neither of them would be there and then what? Was she supposed to entertain maybe-Dean? Because that wasn't really her thing... Although, she supposed she could share and feed the poor guy.

Her thoughts were cut off when he stopped completely and she jolted to a stop, reflexively beside him. Shannon looked up at him and shrugged. "He hopes so..." she told him. "I don't know, he never really described his brother to me. He just was talking to the Doctor, I guess. All I know is the brother's name is Dean. You're built like him...and you have the same eyes, but I don't know. That could be coincidence for all I know," she told him a little apologetically. "I wish I could tell you more, Hulk, I really do," she said sincerely in spite of the use of the nickname for lack of a real name to put to his face.

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hellsboy
2009-04-17 08:14 pm UTC (link)

Dean made a big to-do of almost falling over when she let go of him to eblow his side. "Hey! Ok, ok! You're gorgeous. Totally and completely to die for hot. Don't let me fall!" He laughed and slid his arm around her shoulder again as she returned her arm to his waist. This time though he didn't put as much weight on her because they were almost to the museum and he was feeling a lot better than when they'd started out. They were walking more like buddies at this point and he hoped she didn't notice or at least didn't care if she did.

He frowned when she told him that this Sam hoped he was his brother. They had the same eyes? Dean wracked his brain trying to remember something now that they were almost to where Sam was supposed to be. He didn't want to walk in with the pressure of being expected to be someone he didn't remember being if he could help it. He needed to remember more but all he could bring to mind was a horrible sensation of disappointment and betrayal. That couldn't be connected to a brother, could it?

"What else do you know about Sam?" he asked Shannon, beginning to walk again but very slowly, almost dragging his feet. "What else has he done to organize and try to escape the nasty fuckers running this place since all of it started?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-17 08:30 pm UTC (link)

Shannon gave maybe-Dean a sidelong glance and grinned to herself. "And don't you forget it," she laughed back. This guy was awesome! He was like a perfect mix of Boone from before everything had gone wrong and the Doctor. He somehow already had the ability to make her laugh. And forget that she was worried about what could still be lurking in the forest. "Y'know, I might just have to keep you," she mused with a smirk. She made a conscious effort not to look at him when she said it.

It wasn't lost on Shannon that when he asked what else she knew about Sam, maybe-Dean slowed his walk. She looked over at him. "Well...yesterday there was, like, a 'town meeting' or whatever and he went to that. Uh...oh! Remember when I said that people were tied together and left for the wild animals? Sam was one of them. He and some little waif named Luna - who, by the way, I'm pretty positive is permanently on crack or something - managed to get away from two wolves. How, I don't know and I don't want to know," she said, "but he helped with skinning and cooking 'em for people..." she offered.

There wasn't a lot more Sam had done to help them get out, but Shannon didn't want to share her suspicion that maybe there was a specific reason for that and it wasn't at all positive. Instead, she added, "forgive the pun, but he's been a bit tied up the past couple of days. I don't think he really had a chance to do anything else." Part of her reasoning for saying it that way was because she wanted to also convince herself that it was because he'd been too busy; not because he was an Other. She really, really hoped he wasn't an Other.

"You ready?" she asked as they closed in on the museum. "I can go look and see if he's in there...if you're, you know, not ready, you don't have to go in yet..." she offered sympathetically. I was scared to meet him for the first time, too, went unsaid.

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hellsboy
2009-04-17 08:44 pm UTC (link)

He'd been trying to stall and she'd picked up on it. It was almost amusing to hear her pick her brain for something more to tell him about Sam even though it was nothing very important and she steered away from the subject fairly quickly. So Sam had been part of the sick experiment Shannon had mentiond earlier. He'd survived. "He sounds resourceful for a brainiac. Guess they teach them the good shit at Harvard. I wonder if Dad knew that would happen."

Again with the random memory tacked onto the end without his realizing until he'd already said it. It caught him so off guard though because he had a brief, vivid flash of fire. He knew suddenly that his mother had died in the brilliant flames that had come into his mind and his breath caught in his throat as that memory flooded his senses, nearly bringing tears to his eyes. Sniffing hard and coughing to cover the emotion as he swallowed it down again, he looked purposefully at the museum and stepped away from her encircling arm.

"Yeah, I'm ready. I was born ready. Let's go see Sam, Super Girl."

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-17 09:16 pm UTC (link)

Resourceful...or just a sly motherfucker... Shannon thought. She shrugged and gave Dean another weak smile. "Stanford," she corrected him with a grin. She paused as the latter part of his statement clicked in her head. Shannon's brow furrowed in confusion as maybe-Dean sniffed and coughed as a lame attempt to cover the fact that he looked like someone had just kicked his puppy. He stepped away from her and she looked away from him again out of respect. Whatever it was that he'd remembered, it must not have been pleasant.

"My mom died when I was a baby..."

Looking back over at maybe-Dean, Shannon raised an eyebrow as she sized him up. He had to be, what? A year, maybe two older than Sam? If maybe-Dean was Sam's brother, then he'd have been a toddler, at best, when his mother died. Would he have been old enough to remember her?

None of it mattered, though, because it wasn't any of her business, so she looked away from him again and made her way up the stairs. "All right, Hulk, onward ho," she said, gesturing for him to come along as she tried to push the door open and peeked in. "Hey, Sam?" she called out. "C'n you, like...move the desk and let me in?"

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demonboyking
2009-04-17 10:30 pm UTC (link)

Sam had gotten back to the museum just a few minutes earlier and had moved the desk back in front of the door more because he felt like it was something Shannon would've wanted him to do. Despite the fact that the museum was roomy, as Shannon had described it, he still felt like it was her place somehow and not pushing the desk back against the door would've been a lot like leaving the front door wide open.

He was also still trying to process the fact that Shannon thought she might have found Dean. He didn't want to get his hopes up, in case it wasn't, but as selfish as it was he couldn't help but admit to himself that having Dean there would make him feel a hell of a lot better. Especially now that someone had found a body in the woods. That couldn't bode well for any of them. Not that Dean, or this person, had sounded like he they were exactly in good shape. Shannon's description over the journals had concerned him. He'd seen his older brother take enough hits over the years, followed by the standard concussion testing questions to know that he wasn't easily taken out. Not to mention the fact that she'd thought he'd been injected with God knew what. It might not be him, he told himself as he busied himself looking for the Aleve that Shannon had promised. He had just fished it out of the basket when he'd heard the front door and then Shannon's voice.

"Yeah, coming," Sam said, moving towards the door and pulling the desk away from the door far enough to let Shannon and the man she'd found slide through. He took in a deep breath and unconsciously held it as he stepped around the desk and reached out to hold the door open.

His eyes fell on Dean and he let the breath out in one big huff, the tension in his shoulders relaxing momentarily as a relieved smile lit up his face.

"Dean."

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hellsboy
2009-04-17 10:44 pm UTC (link)

Dean looked at the other man beyond the door and reality didn't hit him like a ton of bricks. There was nothing, even when the guy said the name Shannon had asked him earlier about. Dean. He had no idea of that was who he was and the guy he was looking at seemed familiar, maybe, but in the way you might recognize someone you'd seen at a rest stop ten years ago during a road trip. Anonymous and blank.

Except that felt wrong so he smiled broadly and held out his hand to Sam. He guessed it must be Sam because the guy had responded to Shannon's request to have the desk moved so they could enter. And because he looked so relieved to see him. That was what a brother would do, right? He reached for Sam's hand to shake it and grinned.

"They may have tattooed me and sent me packing but I'm here and ready to fight back. What's on the list, dude. What are we doing to get the hell out of this place?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-17 11:34 pm UTC (link)

When she heard Sam reply and then heard the desk dragging against the floor for a moment, Shannon looked over her shoulder at Dean only for a quick second before she pushed the door open and squeezed through.

She moved out of the way, making her way further inside and heading straight for her stash. Crouching down, Shannon started to pick through the stash. What sounded good...? Apples, apples, or apples? Her stomach was growling and she was thirsty and--

Apparently, it was Dean. Shannon looked over her shoulder for a brief second and thought maybe she saw something behind Dean's eyes. He still didn't remember... Looking away again, she picked up an apple and a bottle of water. "I'm just gonna...give you guys a few to talk strategy or whatever without getting in the way and all that," she said with a tight-lipped smile that didn't quite meet her eyes as she got back to her feet. Shannon waved an arm vaguely behind her to let them know she'd just be in the other - any other - room before she backed away from the two of them and toward the hallway, tapping her fingers against the metal bar as she went.

Aaaawkward...

"It was nice to meet you, Hulk," she said with a small grin at Dean. With a nod to Sam, she turned and headed down the hall to give them a minute.

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demonboyking
2009-04-19 02:11 am UTC (link)

Sam stared at his brother's outstretched hand for a long moment before Dean grabbed his hand and shook it. The gesture seemed so unlike his older brother in regards to him that for a moment Sam couldn't think of what to do. What he wanted to do was hug him, a quick, wordless way to say how much he'd been worried about him and how glad he was to see him, but it was obvious his brother had no idea who he was. Something that made Sam's relieved smile fall away into a worried expression as he regarded Dean.

"Tattooed?" he asked, furrowing his brow in confusion as he looked first at Dean and then at Shannon for some kind of explanation. Shannon seemed in a hurry to leave the two of them alone, though, and Sam couldn't really blame her. He gave her a return nod and a tight smile before turning back to Dean.

"Shannon said they'd injected you with something." He said, getting down to business, the sooner they could work out what had been done to him, the sooner they could try to get him back to being Dean. "Do you remember anything? Are you okay?" This time he couldn't help but reach out and clap his brother on the shoulder.

Realizing a little too late that this gesture might not be welcomed by a Dean who didn't recognize him as his little brother he pulled his hand back quickly. "Oh," he said, pulling the Aleve out of his pocket where he'd slipped it to move the desk. He handed the bottle to him and then retrieved a bottle of half empty water. "Here."

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hellsboy
2009-04-19 09:53 pm UTC (link)

Dean looked curiously at Sam as the guy's smile was replaced with worry. That didn't bode well. He wondered briefly if Sam had been expecting someone else and that Dean was not, in fact, the Dean Sam had been looking for so intently. That didn't seem like it should matter but it did send a twinge of disappointment through Dean.

That thought was quickly tossed aside as Sam slapped his shoulder in a very familiar way. It wasn't unwelcome but it was at once both a relief - because he at least had some idea of who he was and a way to find out more about who he had been - and it also brought back some of his earlier frustration considering Sam knew him but he didn't even know himself. "Sure, Sam. I'm fine. I'm apparently expired," he said and lifted his sleeve to reveal the angry red-edged tattoo with a smirk. "But I'm fine. Never better."

He was NOT about to mention the quick and extremely upsetting flash of memory of Mom pinned to the ceiling, bursting into flames. The image was hazy, as though he hadn't seen it but had imagined it from recounted stories. That was either because he wasn't fully out from under whatever drug they'd given him or perhaps he never had seen his mother that way. He was only four at the time, after all.

"Don't exactly remember my own name yet to be honest but Super Girl, uh Shannon, here," he said, indicating Shannon with a charming smile in her direction, "says I'm Dean and I'm your brother." He accepted the bottle of Aleve and the water, popping a pill into his mouth and swallowing it down with a swig of water. "Thanks. So, brother, how is it we visited all of the lower 48 and ended up here? Any ideas?"

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demonboyking
2009-04-22 12:04 am UTC (link)

Sam studied Dean's tattoo closely, not liking the implied threat behind it. His frown deepened as he regarded Dean thoughtfully, wondering what anyone could've gained by drugging him. He didn't have to tell Dean that he didn't think the other man was fine, his expression said it without him having to.

Still, Sam was relieved to find that his shoulder slap hadn't thrown Dean for as much of a loop as it might have. He paused for a moment, catching the smile Dean sent in Shannon's retreating direction and cleared his throat. "Yeah, you're my brother alright," he said, his tone a little low as he stifled the urge to roll his eyes.

He shook his head and sighed. "No clue. I've been trying to piece everything together, but there's nothing the people we've met here have in common. Some have certain abilities and others don't. We're not even talking the same timelines here. I don't know of anything powerful enough to do something like this, or what kind of motive they'd have to bring us all together."

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hellsboy
2009-04-23 10:44 am UTC (link)

Dean watched Sam eye his tattoo and smirked at the frown on his brother's face. It couldn't be that big of a deal, could it? Whoever had done it was a complete asshole, that was for sure. They'd messed with his mind with drugs and left him somewhere in the middle of the woods with no memories to find a way to where? by himself. They'd had their fun but it wasn't all that serious anymore. He was in the middle of a glass cage with other people, not tied up in some dark hole near death. He got the impression that Sam was a worrywort and that made him want to roll his eyes and crack a joke but he said nothing.

Chuckling at Sam's response to his glance toward Shannon who had already disappeared, Dean shook his head. "I come by it naturally, Dad used to say. It's the Winchester men's legacy." That brought a frown to his face briefly, his brows furrowing as he struggled to place the actual memory of his father saying anything to him. He was going to have to stop trying so hard to remember though because the more he tried the harder it was and the more of a headache he gave himself.

He shook his head again as if to shake away the entire exchange and sighed. "Different timelines? What exactly does that mean, Sam? Are we talking passengers from the Titanic mingling with the pointy-eared dudes from the Starship Enterprise?"

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demonboyking
2009-04-24 08:31 am UTC (link)

Sam gave Dean a curious look when he mentioned their dad, his eyebrows rising slightly. "You remember dad?" he asked, wondering if whatever Dean had been injected with only had a temporary memory loss effect. He knew some drugs could, which was maybe why Dean could remember the Doctor, but not Sam. The thought that this might be the case relieved him.

"Not exactly," Sam said, cracking a small smile at Dean's question. "Not exactly that far apart. But we've got one woman saying she's from the 1920's and others saying they're from 2008. The places they're being taken from are from all over too. Anywhere from Seattle, to London to islands in the middle of nowhere." He let shrugged, looking slightly defeated. "It just doesn't make any sense."

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hellsboy
2009-04-24 09:45 am UTC (link)

"I remember bits and pieces. Usually when I'm not thinking about it too much. Just comes out. If I try to remember too much more it gets blurry. Eh. No big really. I'm sure it'll all come back soon but it makes my head hurt."

Dean rubbed his temple with the ball of his hand and glanced around the museum with little interest in what he was actually seeing. The place was a mess but it looked like someone, probably Sam, had done a little bit to fortify it from whatever might be outside wanting in.

"Islands in the middle of nowhere? Someone got ganked from their vacation. That sucks. Sounds like there's some kind of higher power pulling the strings. Everyone's probably still tied to their own timelines and wanting to snap back into them. So whoever is in control here is pretty powerful to keep all of us here. That's great."

He sighed and let his hand fall away from his face. His eyes were heavy-lidded though and he knew he was going to pass out soon if he didn't try to sleep. "Look, I need to rest. Whatever they gave me is kicking my ass. Mind if we pick this up again later, Sammy?"

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demonboyking
2009-04-25 07:50 pm UTC (link)

Sam looked slightly annoyed at the fact that his brother would call losing his memory no big deal, but he said nothing as Dean rubbed his temple. Sam was just grateful that his memory was coming back at all, even if it was in little bits and pieces.

"I don't think it was exactly her idea of a vacation," Sam said, lowering his voice a little and glancing in the direction Shannon had disappeared again. He looked back at Dean, noting how exhausted his brother looked. "Yeah, that's the only thing I can think too. Which means we're dealing with someone on a pretty high paygrade and a sadistic sense of humor."

"Yeah, of course," Sam said, nodding as he moved out of Dean's way. "Get some rest. I'm going to go out and try to find out more about what's going on. I'll be back later. We can talk then."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, opening his mouth to say something else he shut his mouth and shut his head slightly before moving towards the door. He opened it, pausing to look back at Dean. "Try not to disappear on me this time," he said, cracking a small smile before he slid through and shut it behind him.

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hellsboy
2009-04-26 07:30 pm UTC (link)

Dean followed the train of Sam's eyes as he mentioned that the secluded island hadn't been a vacation destination. So Shannon had been the one he was referring to. Dean lifted a brow with a slightly knowing expression which he wiped from his face as soon as Sam's glance returned.

"I have no plans on disappearing, Sam. I'm just going to rest my eyes over here in the corner. As long as Paranoid Sally drags the desk in front of the door again it should be safer than Fort Knox in here. Besides, I think they did all they were going to do to me."

Dean wandered away from Sam to the corner of the main hall of the museum. Sliding down the wall, he settled there, arms folded across his chest. He smiled at Sam, gave a little wave and closed his eyes with a deeply satisfied sigh and a scratch at his tattooed shoulder. They'd discuss the rest of it all later. Now was the time to recuperate.

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