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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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demonboyking
2009-04-17 10:30 pm UTC (link)

Sam had gotten back to the museum just a few minutes earlier and had moved the desk back in front of the door more because he felt like it was something Shannon would've wanted him to do. Despite the fact that the museum was roomy, as Shannon had described it, he still felt like it was her place somehow and not pushing the desk back against the door would've been a lot like leaving the front door wide open.

He was also still trying to process the fact that Shannon thought she might have found Dean. He didn't want to get his hopes up, in case it wasn't, but as selfish as it was he couldn't help but admit to himself that having Dean there would make him feel a hell of a lot better. Especially now that someone had found a body in the woods. That couldn't bode well for any of them. Not that Dean, or this person, had sounded like he they were exactly in good shape. Shannon's description over the journals had concerned him. He'd seen his older brother take enough hits over the years, followed by the standard concussion testing questions to know that he wasn't easily taken out. Not to mention the fact that she'd thought he'd been injected with God knew what. It might not be him, he told himself as he busied himself looking for the Aleve that Shannon had promised. He had just fished it out of the basket when he'd heard the front door and then Shannon's voice.

"Yeah, coming," Sam said, moving towards the door and pulling the desk away from the door far enough to let Shannon and the man she'd found slide through. He took in a deep breath and unconsciously held it as he stepped around the desk and reached out to hold the door open.

His eyes fell on Dean and he let the breath out in one big huff, the tension in his shoulders relaxing momentarily as a relieved smile lit up his face.

"Dean."

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hellsboy
2009-04-17 10:44 pm UTC (link)

Dean looked at the other man beyond the door and reality didn't hit him like a ton of bricks. There was nothing, even when the guy said the name Shannon had asked him earlier about. Dean. He had no idea of that was who he was and the guy he was looking at seemed familiar, maybe, but in the way you might recognize someone you'd seen at a rest stop ten years ago during a road trip. Anonymous and blank.

Except that felt wrong so he smiled broadly and held out his hand to Sam. He guessed it must be Sam because the guy had responded to Shannon's request to have the desk moved so they could enter. And because he looked so relieved to see him. That was what a brother would do, right? He reached for Sam's hand to shake it and grinned.

"They may have tattooed me and sent me packing but I'm here and ready to fight back. What's on the list, dude. What are we doing to get the hell out of this place?"

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