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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
2009-05-01 05:46 pm UTC (link)

The confidence in Sam's voice when he said that keeping her safe was what he was there for made Shannon's stomach flip-flop pleasantly, but she didn't let her expression betray it. For whatever reason, it seemed like Sam actually cared about her already. She might not understand it, but she certainly wasn't going to complain or fight it.

Giving him a tiny smile, she kissed his cheek chastely and then rested her head on his shoulder again, snuggling up closer to him as another yawn overcame her. She was tired and he had said he was sure that he would take the first shift. "You're the best, Sam," she said softly, closing her eyes again.

In spite of the alcoholic haze muddling her brain and the million lines of thought floating through it just then, Shannon was exhausted and Sam was warm and comforting. For all of that, it didn't take Shannon long, sitting there in the protective envelope of his arms, to drift off to sleep.

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