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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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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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