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

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!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
2009-04-27 10:33 pm UTC (link)

Sam listened to Shannon talk about her brother, his brow furrowing slightly when she said he was in love with her and that she'd used it against him. He watched her shake her head and he frowned a little in sympathy. Whatever she'd done, she obviously felt bad about it. Just as bad as he felt about trying to pick a fight with his dad in his final moments with him or blaming him for everything when he was younger. It was only after he was gone, after he saved Dean the only way he could, that Sam had realized how much John Winchester had loved his sons and how much Sam had loved him in return. It hadn't been easy to turn his back on his family, but he'd managed because somewhere at the back of his mind - even though he knew a million things could go wrong - he kind of believed that they were invincible. That they'd always be there. He'd been wrong.

He felt Shannon's hand seek out his own and felt her fingers intertwine with his. He squeezed her hand lightly, not really wanting to ruin the moment by saying anything. It was nice to know that she understood even if she didn't know all the specifics, just like he understood her. Or thought he did. He leaned his head back against the wall when she said they were like orphans, feeling the warm tickle of her breath against his neck.

He'd wondered if he'd made a mistake when she'd looked surprised. Not that he thought she'd go and tell Dean, but that she'd judge him for keeping something so big from his brother. He wondered if he was making a mistake. He knew that Dean would want to know that their father was dead. More than that he'd demand to know how it happened and Sam didn't think he'd have it in him to lie to him. At least not about that. Telling anything but the truth messed with his dad's memory. More than that, Sam couldn't even think about losing Dean to grief again. He knew how he'd react. He knew that he'd pull away even more and since he hadn't had a year to deal with the loss the way Sam had he'd go off the deep end. At this point, he wasn't even sure if he trusted Sam enough to let him pull him back. Shannon nodded and Sam let out a small breath of relief. "Thanks," he said quietly.

"I won't say anything," he promised. "It's no one's business but you're own." Besides he was the last person to be pointing out other people's mistakes. He made so many of his own, and he knew better than anyone that there was no worse punishment than the feeling of regret and guilt that settled on your shoulders and held you down. It never really let up, no matter how much time passed.

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