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Tweak says, "France. It's a different plane"

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 01:54 pm UTC (link)

Sam watched as Shannon's hand moved up to her forehead, thinking that she was coming close to maybe breaking down and he couldn't exactly blame her. If he hadn't been brought up believing the impossible for most people was only too possible for those in his family, he wasn't sure he would've handled things as well as Shannon had. She'd referred to craphole island when they'd first started talking over the journals which was why she seemed to know so much about toughing things out, but he figured with the sudden appearance of a woman's body in the woods followed by whatever thing was in there now and could be heard throughout the town she was reaching her limit.

"Sure," Sam said quietly, at her request that he stay. He, started looking for a place to put down his torch, holding it out and looking for a crack, watching her as she took her head in her hands and rested her forehead against her knees. He finally found a crack a few feet away and shoved the torch down into the floor before straightening up again. He looked over at her as she said she wanted to go home, her voice breaking. Sam felt a wave of sympathy break over him as he moved over towards her and slid down the wall until he was sitting beside her, long legs stretched out in front of him. He wanted to say something to make her feel better, but he wasn't sure there was anything to say. They'd only been there a couple of days, but he was already getting the impression that they wouldn't be going anywhere without the permission or consent of whoever or whatever had brought them there. In the meantime they were at it's whim, free to be tested, drugged, tattooed, or killed at will. He felt his building frustration surface at his inability to figure out what the pattern or common thread was between all of them as he looked over at Shannon's pale face in the torch light. He sighed, when she said she wanted to wind up anywhere but there. "I know the feeling," he said, seriously. Though the last place he wanted to wake up would be back in Cold Oak.

Sam pressed his lips together, his mouth curving into an exaggerated frown as if he were considering her offer of walking out. "I don't know," he said, his lips curving up into a weak smile. "I kind of like it back here. Quiet. I think I'll stay for a little bit, if that's okay with you." She stared at him for a long moment and he broke eye contact, glancing down at his hands.

He looked back up at her as she spoke, a look of confusion crossing his face and then fading into understanding. "This time," Sam said, slowly. "I know what it's like though, to feel alone. For a while, before I got here, I wasn't sure if Dean was alive or not. We got seperated and for a while I thought I might be on my own. Then I showed up here and it started all over again." He let out a slow breath. "I know how lucky I am."

He looked over at Shannon, his eyes studying her expression for a moment before he spoke. "I know it's not the same. But you're not alone."

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