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Tweak says, "Go home Gandalf, you're drunk"

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
2009-04-29 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Shannon nodded against his shoulder, the slow movement of her face against his shirt building a little bit of warmth. He could hear the exhaustion in her voice and figured that the tears on top of the schnapps probably wouldn't help when it came to trying to stay awake. Still, there was a part of him, despite how selfish it was, that kind of wanted her to stay awake and talking to him. It'd felt good to share some of his guilt with someone just as guilty, not to mention this was the first genuine conversation he'd had with someone in a really long time. Being on the road all the time didn't exactly foster meaningful relationships. It was nice.

He wanted to ask her how Boone's death was her fault, but knew that if she'd wanted to tell him she would've already. He wondered if it really was her fault or if she was just taking on the blame. It didn't really matter, if she wasn't ready to let go of that blame it might as well have been her fault. Despite the fact that Dean had been telling him for close to two years that Jess's death wasn't his fault he still felt like it was. If he'd never met her, she'd be alive and happy somewhere. The thought sent a dull pain through his chest and he let a breath out slowly.

"Sayid," he asked, thinking he'd heard something in the way she'd said the name. Maui seemed like an explanation in itself. He'd never been there but the idea of white beaches, palm trees and blue waters seemed soothing somehow in the darkness of the museum. Though part of him was surprised that she'd pick something so close to the island she'd been stuck on. Though he'd never really been to Maui so maybe they weren't alike at all. "Dean and I don't really have a home either," Sam said, looking at the painting across from them. "We're always moving from place to place. It never really ends." He paused when she said that she didn't really think they were going anywhere. He was beginning to get the same impression, but he'd failed to say it out loud yet. Hearing it coming from Shannon didn't make him feel any better. "I'm not sure either," he said quietly.

"You should get some rest," Sam said, looking down at her sympathetically. "I'll take first watch." He squeezed her hand. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

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