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Tweak says, "I am the walrus!"

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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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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