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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-22 22:43:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 04, location: museum, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day Four - Late Evening

Who: Sam Winchester & Shannon Rutherford
What: Talking
When: Late Evening
Where: The musuem
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

Sam moved further down the museum hallway towards the dark showing rooms at the back of the building and away from the torchlight and the voices of the Doctor and his brother in the front room. It wasn't a huge building, but it was big enough that not all of it was immediately visible from the darkened hallway.

The Doctor had let him and Dean in, which was surprising considering Shannon’s being adamant that no one know where she lived. Still, Sam had gotten the impression that Shannon had a high opinion of the Doctor and from his short conversation to him regarding Dean he’d seemed genuine enough. Still, Sam had found himself wondering if he could be wrong and beginning to worry when Shannon was nowhere in sight. He’d been just about to call her name out when he caught the faint reflection of torchlight on the Starry Night replica.

Sam turned the corner as the ring of faint torchlight widened and he spotted Shannon sitting against the wall. Something about her body language instantly made him feel like he’d somehow intruded on a moment of privacy and he hesitated for a moment. He still felt in someways that he was her guest and that there was an unspoken kind of courtesy he should follow. He thought about retreating and turning back towards the others, but catching sight of the expression on Shannon's face he instead found himself stepping forward.

“Shannon?” He asked his voice low and quiet as he stepped further in the room. “Are you okay?”

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demonboyking
2009-04-24 12:41 am UTC (link)

Sam's mouth had curved into a small frown as he took another step into the room, his eyes adjusting to the dim torchlight and making out the shape of the schnapps bottle by Shannon's feet. The slowness of her words caused him to give a small sigh as he looked down at her tear streaked face. She looked exhausted and sad and something about seeing her like this instead of her holding her chin up the way she had for the last three days made Sam's heart sink a little.

"Yeah," he said, swallowing behind his frown as he watched her wipe her face. She smiled at him and he tried to force one in return, but it came out looking more like a grimace.

He blinked in surprise when she thanked him for sticking up for her. His shoulders rolled slightly into a small shrug as he looked down at the ground. "It's not a big deal," he said slowly. "He really had no right to say those things to you." He looked back up at her, meeting her eyes for a moment. "I mean, who is he anyway?"

He shifted slightly on his feet, wondering if he should leave her alone, since it was clear that she'd sought out solitude on her own and he was intruding on it. Still, he knew he wouldn't feel good about sitting in the other room and knowing that she was here in the semi-dark, clearly upset.

"Do you want to be alone?" He asked after a moment, his expression sympathetic as he pointed awkwardly over his shoulder as if to say he could go back the way he'd come. He wouldn't feel right about it, but he'd respect her wishes if that's what she wanted. He got the feeling, despite the fact that they'd been sharing body heat, that space was important to Shannon. In some ways she reminded him a lot of Dean.

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