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Tweak says, ""it's not all about wand-work""

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 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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