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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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ballerinadreams
2009-04-27 11:08 pm UTC (link)

It was with a sad smile that Shannon nodded in response to Sam's gratitude that she'd agreed not to tell Dean what Sam had told her. It wasn't her place, even if she wanted to. And when Sam promised not to tell her secret, in return, Shannon gave him a small, grateful smile before resting her head back on his shoulder, closing her eyes again as he forehead brushed against his neck. "Thank you," she whispered.

For a moment, Shannon just sat there, one arm around Sam's back and the other holding his hand in his lap, resuming the slow monotonous movement of her thumb against his. This day had been the worst one so far. Luck was moving further away from her with every passing hour, it seemed; it seemed pretty likely to her that if her luck continued, she'd wake up in the woods tied to a complete stranger by morning. With that thought, she pressed herself against Sam a little closer.

"Don't let them take me tonight, okay?" she asked softly without moving to look up at him. "Today's been rough enough as it is. The monster in the woods...the smoke monster following me here and making all that horrible noise..." she let her voice trail off. She didn't add the compounded emotional stress of being unable to connect with Domeki in the journals. Shannon set her jaw against the urge to start crying again. She'd done enough of that and Sam shouldn't have to pick up the pieces; that was asking too much. He kept her warm at night and he'd listened to her just then. There was no reason for him to have to do anything more and she wasn't going to ask it of him.

After a long pause, Shannon sighed. "You know what the worst part of this whole stupid thing is? Even if we get out of here...I don't have anywhere to go. I can't go home without Boone. Sabrina would kill me. This fucked up, horrible place is the closest thing to home I have. It's kind of disgusting, isn't it?" she mused grimly.

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demonboyking
2009-04-29 12:30 am UTC (link)

They sat in silence for a long while, Sam listening for the sound of the others' voices from the other room. Shannon's thumb made warm circles on his hand and he found himself oddly calmed by the movement. He was aware of Shannon pressing herself a little closer and his arm around her tightened briefly and protectively, recognizing the movement as one needing recognition.

"They won't if I can help it," Sam said, seriously. His brow furrowed slightly as he thought over her words. "Smoke monster?" he asked, his curiousity awakened despite the fact that she'd trailed off at the mention of it. He tried to think of anything he knew that could be called a smoke monster and came up empty.

"Sabrina?" Sam asked, trying to place the new name. Whoever it was, they didn't sound very charitible towards Shannon. He was quiet for a moment, thinking about her situation. He knew what it was like not to have a home. "If you could go anywhere, where would you go?" He asked, slowly. "I mean, if home could be anywhere. With anyone."

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