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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

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.