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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-10-02 08:18:00

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!active, day 25, location: museum, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day 25, Evening
Who: Sam Winchester and Shannon Rutherford
What: Coming home to the museum
Where: Museum
When: Early Evening
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

The morning's experiment had been one that Sam wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon. Not only because he'd been able to see that Dean was still alive, some time in the future, but also because coming back to Vas he realized just how much he'd come to depend on the people he'd met since being there. A world without Dean was hard to handle or accept, but one without Shannon or Andy had been empty and lacking as well. He already missed Dean's familiar presence and hoped that he'd get to see his brother again soon but at least he knew he wasn't really dead. It made it easier, being stuck in this place to know that Dean wasn't.

He'd gone back to the theatre to get his things, what little possessions he did have, and then had headed back to the museum. He'd needed time away from Shannon after waking up to find Dean's body beside them and her reaction to his siding with the other Doctor. The truth was he'd needed time away from everyone, but especially Shannon because he couldn't help but feel that he'd let Dean down by getting so wrapped up in her. Right now though he just wanted to see her again. The thought that he wouldn't be able to had pulled at him even through the makeshift Christmas with Dean, casting a bittersweet taint over everything.

As he made his way back to the museum and the room he shared with her he realized that Vas was the longest time he'd spent in one place since Stanford. Even though his presence there was against his will and it was more prison than a home, Sam couldn't deny that there was a small bit of comfort in it's familiar surroundings. He wasn't sure that was a good thing.

He knocked before entering, the sense of familiarity fading as he opened the door and moved inside the room, realizing that coming back also meant talking about some things that he'd been putting off for days. Unless Shannon didn't want to talk about those thing either.

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ballerinadreams
2009-10-22 10:34 pm UTC (link)

The sensation of Sam's thumbs on her stomach made Shannon's breath catch and her heart race. If that wasn't enough, his mouth on her neck was something a little more from Sam than Shannon was used to and she let out a soft hum, chewing her bottom lip.

Something softened in Sam's expression - she thought maybe his eyes - when she asked him to promise not to leave her. As he rested his forehead against hers and said he'd never leave her, Shannon closed her eyes and let out a soft breath. "Thank you," she whispered back. Even if Shannon didn't come out and say it aloud, she knew how hard it was for Sam to promise her something when both of them knew there was no way of knowing whether it was an empty promise or whether it was something he would actually be able to keep.

Slowly, Shannon pulled away and looked into his eyes. Wetting her lips, Shannon swallowed, a very small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Thank you," she repeated. "You have no idea how much that means. And, Sam if - when - we get out of here, can I...I mean," she paused and looked down, wrinkling her nose as she blushed. "Can I come with you?" she finished, looking back up at him uncertainly.

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demonboyking
2009-11-08 06:43 pm UTC (link)

Shannon thanked him and a small frown crossed his lips. He didn't want her to thank him for staying with her. He wasn't doing her a favor as much as carrying out a necessity. In this place Shannon was one of the few things he still cared about, if he wasn't doing everything he could to protect her, to be with her, he'd be buried under massive guilt. Even when he'd been upset with her for the way she'd reacted to Dean's death he had felt the worry pulling at him at the back of his mind. He should be thanking her for giving him something to fight for, otherwise he wasn't sure he wouldn't have given up more than he already had.

She pulled away and thanked him again. Sam parted his lips to say her name, but she continued, quieting him. He watched her as she looked down, color spreading across her cheeks and felt his chest constrict a little at just how pretty she looked right then.

"Yes," he heard himself whisper as he reached up to rub her cheek lightly with his thumb. Logic told him that might not be possible. She hadn't been in the future he'd been shown. Even if they did get out of this place, he didn't think that being on the road or being with a wanted fugitive was the kind of life that Shannon was asking for right at this moment. He wasn't even sure how much she new about what him and Dean did, though he imagined that Dean had told her something.

Right now though, here in this moment, it didn't really matter. What mattered was that she wanted to be with him, even after this Hell was over, and he wanted to be with her. Sam closed the distance between them and kissed her again. He pulled back and met her eyes for a moment before sliding his hands under her shirt again and pushing it upwards. It wasn't that he was trying to cheapen the moment as much as finally accept that he wanted her. That he loved her and he had for a while.

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