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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
2009-04-14 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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