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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
2009-04-26 02:08 am UTC (link)

Shannon's words hit something deep inside Sam as she pointed out how it was different between him losing Dean and her losing Boone. He could remember only too well the anguish of thinking that Dean was going to die and the panic that had driven him to seek out Roy LeGrange to heal him. Or what it had felt like to watch his brother coding and refusing to accept that that was it. Refusing to believe that he'd never be able to speak to Dean again. The memory felt like a punch to the gut and for a moment Sam felt unable to speak.

The realization that Shannon had just buried her brother only a week ago softened Sam's expression even more and he swallowed a small lump that was suddenly in his throat as she voiced her regrets. "Sometimes you don't get the chance," Sam said, his voice low as he lowered his gaze back down to his hands. There were so many things that he'd wished he'd said and hadn't said to his dad before he'd died. He still wished he could say them.

Shannon moved closer to him, picking up his arm and putting it around her shoulders. He squeezed her arm lightly as she rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him. He moved his free arm around her, thinking it was odd at how familiar the gesture had gotten. Lying close together at night in order to share body heat had been awkward the first night, but the truth was, Sam kind of enjoyed the feeling of wrapping his arms around someone again. It wasn't the same as falling asleep with Jess after a long night of studying, but sometimes when he first woke up he'd be confused about where he was and Shannon's blonde hair sometimes got mixed up with Jess's in his mind.

Sam's hand rubbed Shannon's arm slowly as she shut her eyes. He stared at the painting against the far wall, watching the torchlight flicker over it. "You're welcome," he said softly after a moment, looking back down at her and feeling a little weird about being thanked. He wanted to tell her it was nothing. It was nothing, it wasn't like he was bringing Boone back or taking away any of the hurt that had come from it. But somehow saying it was nothing sounded even more inappropriate than your welcome.

He heard a laugh come from the other room and he held his breath for a moment, really not wanting Dean or the Doctor to interrupt their moment. The last thing Shannon needed right now was someone else finding her like this. He relaxed a little when he didn't hear any approaching footsteps. False alarm.

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