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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 10:02 pm UTC (link)

Dean was glad she went with it and did not try to resist the way he moved her around. It had been like a dance move almost and she'd glided into it so easily and then back out again before they began to run that he started to think he'd underestimated her in a few ways. She might be emotionally closed off, but there was a layer or two of depth to Shannon. Probably more. Oh. And she hadn't screamed.

He held tight to her hand as they ran, grateful again for her depth. She didn't try to look back. That took a lot of self-control. She kept moving instead. Once they flung themselves past the tree line and onto the road, he let go of her hand as she let go of his. It felt like a loss. That bothered him and he shoved it aside to gently rub her shoulder as she fought to catch her breath. He was pretty winded himself but not like she seemed to be.

"Are you okay?" he asked, smiling slightly as she called him Hulk. "Yeah, monsters got nothing on me. Or whatever." He smiled a bit more at her and glanced toward the forest to keep an eye on the possibility that those things, whatever they were, might have followed them. It didn't seem like they had but they couldn't be safe enough until they were farther away.

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