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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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hellsboy
2009-04-23 09:06 pm UTC (link)

Dean was so tempted to laugh when she called him an asshole but now was not the time. She was funny when she was mad and scared at the same time. He considered telling her but decided it wasn't the time. "Who's fighting? I was complimenting you on your fine hunting skills," he answered in a sarcastic tone.

Survived a plane crash? That explained a lot. What it explained he didn't know but... He squeezed her hand back in a silent sign that he understood why she didn't want to do as he asked. That thing was on its way, crashing through the brush now like a furious rhinocerous. It would be there in half a minute and the other one was being spurred on by the frantic calls back and forth.

Over his shoulder, Dean said quietly, "When you see the whites of its eyes, er," he looked at the scrambling, frantic beast which was now only a couple feet away, "the yellows. When you see them, pop the top and use your finger to direct the spray right into its eyes. Then you run as fast as your fucking legs can go back toward the road."

Shaking his can and keeping his eyes on the monster in front of him he didn't answer her question. He had no idea and he didn't really want her to know just how close the one in front of his was. "Whatever you do," he whispered into her ear, "do not scream."

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