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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
2009-04-23 07:05 pm UTC (link)

"Me!?" she breathed, wanting very badly to give Dean an incredulous look, but unable to make herself tear her eyes away from the thing in front of her. "I was just trying to hide behind a tree until you came back so I wasn't all out in the open. I thought it was a root; I backed into it," she whispered hastily back as he moved between she and the thing.

Shannon idly wondered if she looked the part of a damsel in distress or something...or if maybe Dean was just crazy, wanting to put himself in that position. He held his hands up defensively and Shannon had to put both hands over her mouth to keep herself from letting out another shriek when it wailed again, swinging its arms. Shit was right.

Moving one of her hands away from her mouth, she grabbed the back of Dean's shirt and gave it a gentle tug. It was her way of silently asking whether they should be trying to slowly back away. Her eyes scanned the immediate area in hopes of finding something they could use to defend themselves and she noticed, a few feet away, a large, fallen tree branch. There was no way she could heft it, but maybe Dean could. Rather than say anything, because her voice had left her again, Shannon walked her fingertips up Dean's back and onto his shoulder, pointing at it. Hopefully he'd take notice of what exactly it was she was pointing at without having to move too much.

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hellsboy
2009-04-23 07:24 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, you with the Jamie Lee lungs. Think you could've been louder?" he grumbled under his breath. His tone was a bit terse but in reality he was trying to make light of it all. Talk her out of being as near panic as she seemed to be. He wanted to soothe her and snark seemed to be the best avenue. It would either divert her or make her angry. He hoped. He'd deal with either one but screaming and fainting would not be ideal. She didn't seem the type but you could never tell with people who repressed their feelings as tightly as she seemed to do.

The thing was wailing again, stepping toward them and flailing its arms like something from a Discovery channel documentary about angry gorillas. It was hunching its shoulders and trying to make itself appear larger even though it easily outweighed both he and Shannon. He took half a step back, shielding Shannon with even more of his body. Pressing back against her in a very protective closeness.

He was so focused on trying to show himself harmless to the animal that he hadn't had time to think about trying to defend them yet. Then he felt her fingers on the back of his shirt and his shoulder. It distracted him momentarily and he noticed what she was trying to point out to him. The branch was huge and the most he could do with it if he could even get to it would be poke the stinky thing. He shook his head.

The beast tilted its head back and let out a roaring wail that sounded different from before. It sounded like it was calling for help. To Shannon, over his shoulder, he said softly, "Oh. Fuck. Give me a beer." He reached behind him with his hand open, fingers opening and closing urgently in the air as he waited for her to put a can into them.

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