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Tweak says, "i'm hungry"

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 09:18 pm UTC (link)

Sarcasm. Lovely. He was like her with a penis. Just what she needed right now. Her arm was cramping up and getting tired as she shook the can, still, watching as the beast, tipping its head from one side to the other as it advanced on her. She decided now wasn't really the time to keep shooting back at Dean, especially because she was distracted with fear; he would win and she hated to lose. She'd far rather forfeit.

Dean's plan sounded good in theory, but she already knew that Dean's...monster...was closer than hers was. If that was the plan, then Dean was going to have to spray his first and then she was fucking fucked. Leaning her head back against Dean's neck, she shook it. "I won't have time by the time you see yours," she pointed out aloud hesitantly. "And I won't scream," she added almost bitterly. The first scream was reflective because she was surprised; she'd be prepared this time.

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hellsboy
2009-04-23 09:27 pm UTC (link)

He hadn't thought about it really because the nasty thing in front of him hadn't been as close when he'd thought of the plan as it was now that it was time to implement the plan. She was right. She wouldn't have time because the other one wasn't close enough yet and the one in front of him was so close that Dean could feel its brutally ripe breath on his face as it roared at him. The thing raised its arms and wailed, hot spittle flecking his face and there was nothing left to do but act.

He had no time to respond to Shannon. With one hand, his other hand still squeezing hers, he popped the top of his can. Warm, fizzy beer began spouting down over his hand. Half-plugging the hole with his thumb he directed the stream of beer into the monster's eyes with a feral shout of his own. The beer sprayed directly into the monster's yellow eyes illiciting a scream as the thing lunged madly, half-blinded and arms flailing.

Dean dodged left and spun, pulling Shannon into his arms and propelling her out again away from both monsters. The two of them swung in a tight semi-circle away and the half-blinded beast ran straight into the second one, fists beating out at its buddy instead of Dean and Shannon. As the two nasties tangled, Dean held to Shannon's hand and ran.

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