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Tweak says, "mon"

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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hellsboy
2009-04-23 12:48 pm UTC (link)

Dean mouthed the name Ben Affleck with an incredulous expression on his face. He was almost thinking he'd like to avoid mirrors the minute they might come into play with whatever was happening here. He'd be damned if he looked like Ben Affleck of all people. Yuck. He made a distasteful face to himself and cleared his throat. "If I were gay and I looked like Ben Affleck, I still wouldn't fuck me." He chuckled distractedly.

The second she asked if he had heard the grunting noise, which he had heard, he was back from the touchy feelies immediately. The moment was gone and he went almost into auto-pilot. Instinctively he put a protective arm out across her middle as he glanced around in the direction from which the grunt had originated. "I don't think that was a person..." he said quietly, his mind running through the catalog of monsters that seemed to be stored within it. Nothing popped up as an obvious choice.

Looking back at Shannon, he took a breath. "Stay here and I'll check it out, okay?" he asked as he set down the beer can and slid out of his jacket. The shirt beneath was warm enough for the moment so he tucked the jacket around her shoulders with an absent expression. He was focused now on that fight or flight thing happening inside him. The one that was all for the fight and nowhere near the flight. "I know you probably want to help but don't."

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