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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 11:28 pm UTC (link)

Blushing slightly and shaking her head, Shannon smiled. "Yeah, but like hell I'm surviving on chocolate bars and potato chips," she pointed out. "Not if I want to keep this," she added, making a vague gesture toward her middle. Her smile faded slightly at the latter part of his statement. That was exactly why she didn't like the idea of him going out on his own. "You should go with Sam," she suggested. "Get to know him. Seeing as how he knows you and all..." she said softly, giving him a sympathetic smile.

Sympathy faded into amusement and Shannon's smile broadened as she linked her arm through his. "He does seem the worrying type, doesn't he...?" she mused mostly to herself. Not that it was a bad thing. Shannon felt like maybe it was actually a good thing; it'd keep him alert and careful. Or else she was completely off and the worry wasn't what it seemed to be at all. She didn't want to let herself go back to thinking that way, though, so she pushed the thought away.

She started to walk back toward the museum and found herself feeling a little bit empty on the inside. Part of it, she thought, was because of the apples and the other part, she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was like she was missing something that was staring her right in the face and she couldn't for the life of her figure out what the fuck it was. Maybe she was just paranoid; this place was probably slowly driving her insane.

I am slowly going crazy
One, two, three, four, five, six, switch
Crazy going slowly am I
Six, five, four, three, two, one, switch

"Jesus..." she laughed, shaking her head. "I really am going crazy..."

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hellsboy
2009-04-24 08:26 am UTC (link)

Dean did not like that sympathy he saw on her face. It made him feel small, the way Dad had always made him feel when he'd fucked up and hurt himself before he was old enough to know how to suck it up and save face. He understood why she'd look at him like that but he hated it just as much as he figured she must hate when people acted like her help wasn't needed. "I think I can handle a couple stupid sewer beasts on my own - just give me a couple beer cans and I'll gitter done," he deflected with a small smile.

When she took his arm, Dean tucked his hand in his pocket, snugging her arm against his side. It felt nice and somehow familiar. Which didn't seem right since he knew she was someone he'd just met. Must be Cassie he was remembering, he decided. Now there was something he was not letting surface. He could think about it and wallow in self-pity inside his own head if he had to but he was not letting that shit out of his mouth or onto his face. Why did he have to remember that of all things right now?

Whatever though. They'd survived a minor crisis and the endorphins still had him on a nice high. So it wasn't difficult to put up the façade and be the funny man again. "I have a feeling old Sammy would insist on getting the apples for you himself. He'd cut me out of the deal completely and then how would I ever get you in your pants?" he asked with a rakish twinkle in his eye as he looked over at her. Then he laughed as she suggested she was going crazy.

Plucking up his best Anthony Perkins Psycho voice, he answered, "We all go a little crazy sometimes..."

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