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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-21 23:45:00

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!complete, day 04, dean winchester, location: museum, shannon rutherford

Day Four - Late Afternoon
Who: Dean Winchester & Shannon Rutherford
What: Meeting to do some apple picking (i.e. When Weevils Attack)
When: Late afternoon
Where: On the road between the museum & the gas station
Rating: R (these two and their language are notorious)
Status: Complete

There was no way he was going to sit around the museum looking at bad art until something happened to jog his memory. Sam hadn't been able to get it flowing again and there was nothing for him to do but let it come back naturally it seemed. And it wasn't like it was a long walk. Not to mention there would be beer at the end. That was what made it all the more worthwhile to swallow some more pride and meet Shannon for apple picking in the woods.

He was pretty sure that when they got down to hunting around the woods for apples or whatever that might be a code word for - who knew what she really meant? - she'd get sullen again like she had before if he didn't take the ego blows like he had before. He wondered if she was always touchy about people not needing/wanting her help or if she reserved that for people she thought might be dangerous - hence the metal bar. Well, he wasn't going to humor her ego at the expense of his own. Not too much. And if the journal was any indication, she might be in a better mood for having dipped into the sauce.

Which was something he figured he would ask her when he saw her. How was it that apples were in short supply but peppermint schnapps and skunky beer were available in spades? He smirked to himself as he kicked a rock along the crumbled road as he followed it in the direction of the gas station. He at least knew where that was in the scheme of things because he'd been there with the Doctor. It wasn't hard to follow the road out of town and it wasn't long before he saw her wandering toward him. Inclining his head to block the sun from his eyes as he watched her walk, he stopped and smiled at her.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-21 10:54 pm UTC (link)

Bidding adieu to Jay in favor of meeting Dean and maybe getting some grub that wasn't made of artificial sweeteners or dead animal, Shannon slipped behind the counter of the gas station for a plastic bag which she filled with some of the beer still in the fridge. She'd leave Jay's stash alone; he'd been smart enough to think to put it outside, so it wasn't her place to take it from him.

Making her way down the road, she could immediately see Dean in the distance heading toward her. When they were within earshot, Shannon smirked. "Is it really escorting if both parties are escorts?" she called to him, taking a beer can out of the bag as he stopped and tossing it to him.

Shannon came up to him and raised her eyebrows, nodding toward the treeline. "Shall we?" she asked, taking a beer out for herself and cracking it open. She was starting to get used to the skunked out beer but she hoped that the extra warmth from the cans being stored in the broken refrigerator rather than out in the cold wouldn't make it taste even worse. Taking a sip, she decided that no, it wasn't too much worse. Definitely not the best she'd ever had, but it wasn't disgusting, either.

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hellsboy
2009-04-21 11:00 pm UTC (link)

Dean caught the can of beer Shannon had tossed to him with a deftness that spoke of many a caught and drunk beer in his past. He grinned at her amusedly and nodded. "I think it's escorting whenever beer and hikes alone in the woods are concerned." He popped the top on the beer and took a long swig from the can. It was warm and disgusting, like drinking something growing on the bottom of a fish tank. But it was beer and that was what counted.

Taking another drink, Dean sighed audibly and patted his gut. "That hit the spot. I think I'm ready to escort you through the woods now." He winked at her and started toward the edge of the treeline she had indicated. His boots crunched in the underbrush of the densely grown trees and bushes as he pushed his way off of the road and inside the forest itself.

Turning back to Shannon, he asked, "Do you have any idea where these apples might actually be growing? Or are we doing the hit or miss thing and just hoping to find something in here?"

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