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Tweak says, "I'm not crazy, my voices are!"

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
2009-04-17 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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