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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
2009-04-26 07:30 pm UTC (link)

Dean followed the train of Sam's eyes as he mentioned that the secluded island hadn't been a vacation destination. So Shannon had been the one he was referring to. Dean lifted a brow with a slightly knowing expression which he wiped from his face as soon as Sam's glance returned.

"I have no plans on disappearing, Sam. I'm just going to rest my eyes over here in the corner. As long as Paranoid Sally drags the desk in front of the door again it should be safer than Fort Knox in here. Besides, I think they did all they were going to do to me."

Dean wandered away from Sam to the corner of the main hall of the museum. Sliding down the wall, he settled there, arms folded across his chest. He smiled at Sam, gave a little wave and closed his eyes with a deeply satisfied sigh and a scratch at his tattooed shoulder. They'd discuss the rest of it all later. Now was the time to recuperate.

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