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Tinker Bell ([info]tink_says) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-26 21:43:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, day 05, dean winchester, location: barn, tinker bell

Who: Tinker Bell & Dean Winchester
What: Meeting for the first time rather unexpectedly
When: Late afternoon, Day 5
Where: The barn
Rating: PG-13 for nudity
Status: Active


It had been a good long time since Tink had thought about bathing. Before being pulled to this place, she'd been busy thinking about dying. Peter had completely forgotten her, so she had simply laid around listlessly, waiting for death to claim her. She had gone out to a hidden, unknown glade to lay down and pass seamlessly into the ether. It seemed, though, that fate had other plans. Here she was, five days into this most fascinating adventure that contained other adventures, and she had only just now thought about getting herself clean. She imagined that the thought had been prompted by the whole cell ordeal; it had made her feel smutty and disgusting, covered in grime and dirty water. It was the first mess she had really gotten herself into. Waking with the dawn and taking time to run into Watanuki, she'd excused herself politely and begun her search. Fortunately, it was fruitful, and she had found soap and other things that smelled nice and seemed like they'd work in keeping her the most stunningly gorgeous lady around. Finding supplies, though, left two problems: 1) all of the objects were meant for big people and 2) there were no bodies of water anywhere around.

The first problem was not, necessarily, that big of an issue. It did require a good deal of sidetracking, however. She'd traveled back to the thrift shop to find some clothes and, having checked the area to make sure that there was nobody else around, Tink did something that she rarely did: she assumed a more human form. It was all glitter and smoke, something almost too magical when she transformed, but when it was over the result was still the same. She stood about five feet tall, still fairly short for a human being, and her wings were still intact, betraying her. Grabbing a pair of scissors clumsily, she cut two slits in the back of a simple, airy looking dress and tugged it on. Able to carry her own things, she hurried back to the gas station and grabbed her personal effects and flying off to find some suitable water.

It seemed that luck was on Tink's side today. As she traveled, she came to the barn, a place that she had never visited, when she saw it: a water barrel. It was fairly large, large enough for her to fit into, at least, and it looked like there was nobody in the immediate area. After surveying the premises, she decided that it was a good place to be. She landed and set her things down, deciding to take a bath.

No matter where she was, bathing was always the same. Bell had little to no shame, for she didn't really understand the concept. She removed her dress, naked in the slanted sunlight of the afternoon. She washed herself using a cloth that she had found in the thrift shop; she was hoping that it would be useful to Martha at some point, and, if not, it would be useful to herself for occasions such as these. She sang softly to herself as she washed, gliding the cloth and soap over her skin. It was nice here, peaceful, and very much like bathing in a lake back home in the Neverland, though she usually wasn't human sized when she did it. Her wings twinkled with dew from her bath, and her long, blonde hair clinging to her back and shoulders after she wet it. She was completely in a world of her own, oblivious to anything that was around her.


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[info]tink_says
2009-04-26 11:36 pm UTC (link)
Nodding and shrugging, she fumbled with the dress a bit more. It was a little too frumpy and not form flattering. Reaching down, she grabbed the hem and pulled, ripping it until it was just above her knee. She tore off the fabric and wrapped it around her waist, giving the dress a bit more shape. She fluffed her hair and shook it. It would have to do for now. She'd much prefer some makeup, and a nice looking glass wouldn't hurt, nor would a beautiful satin ribbon. Regardless, she was bathed and dressed, and there was a very nice looking boy with her.

"I'm glad you're letting me come along," she said, wandering over to him, hips swaying as she walked. She curled her bare toes into the grass, trying to get a feel for the land. Everything was so different here. "I don't like being told no very much, and I think that I can at least be of some use to you. And I very much like adventures. But, so I can help a bit more, you'll have to tell me... what does a spook look like? What sort of creature are we looking for? Does it look like a Wild Best?" She almost squealed in delight.

When he said that she'd better stay close, her small fingers wrapped into his, and she pressed her body to the side of his. It was impossible for her to peer over his shoulder, so, instead, she peeked around his upper arm. Her cheek was against his arm as she leaned into him. "Is this close enough, or is this too close?"

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-27 09:03 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, uh not a problem," he answered, recovering from what must have been a distracted and lascivious stare by closing his mouth and smiling. His eyes sparkled with mischief and he was captivated. There was no doubt about it, he had been caught completely off guard by this winged girl and her freeness with herself. Sure, he'd met his fair share of nudists or dancers. How could he miss them when he was on the road so much of the time? But this one was very different. Just how, he couldn't pinpoint. It wasn't the wings or the glowing colors. It was something else. Part of the simplicity of her. The seeming innocence. He almost hoped she was as innocent as she appeared. That would be a nice change from the too-easy rhythm of sarcastic banter that usually led to sex for him pretty much whenever he was in the mood

"There are all kinds of spooks," he found himself saying. He scratched the back of his head and looked between her and the barn then back again. He was a little confused by her enthusiasm for this particular adventure. He'd never known a girl in his life who nearly squealed with delight over the prospect of de-monstering a dark, musty old barn. "I couldn't tell you exactly what we're looking for in there but it won't be pleasant if we find something. Pretty sure of that."

Dean's eyes widened slightly as she pressed her body against his, wrapping herself close. He laughed it off quickly though and nodded to her, "Yep, I think you're as close as it gets, Tink." But he slid the arm she was gripping a bit so to pull her slightly forward to stand directly beside him. He wouldn't be able to walk properly with her where she'd put herself and he couldn't look at her when he talked either. "Right, let's go," he said with a devious smile, glancing up at the barn as he started for the door to the dilapidated building.

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[info]tink_says
2009-04-27 11:07 am UTC (link)
It is very probable that, had she ever met one, Tink would have had absolutely no problem whatsoever with a nudist or a dancer. She thought that, honestly, some human fashion was absolutely ridiculous (the Wendy's nightgown was impossibly ugly) and more than a little bit stuffy. It was mostly human adults that had problems dressing themselves, always wearing things that prevented any sort of adventure from happening. Now that she looked, though, Dean's outfit wasn't all that familiar. And his accent sounded funny. Still, she probably would have appreciated a human being who was comfortable being naked. Most fairies, for instance, were always naked. It allowed their natural beauty to shine through, or so they said, but Tinker Bell usually maintained that they didn't have nice things because they were poor.

Just as Dean was captured, though, it seemed that she couldn't get enough of him, either. There was something about him. He wasn't boyish, not like Peter, but he was still kind. Also, he seemed to like adventures, and he didn't mind having her around. "I'm so excited you're letting me come with you!" she squeaked again, grinning impishly up at him. Peter would usually ignore her if she asked to go along, and then he would just expect her to follow him. There was always the sense that she was invisible. But Dean, for better or for worse, seemed to see her. It was both wonderful and more than a little bit frightening. She definitely wasn't interested in sex, and it was probable that the conversation wouldn't devolve into that without some prompting on his part. Her adventure button was on, and she was ready for it.

"All kinds? Like, how many? Ten? Twenty? Seventy-five? I've never heard of a spook before. I've heard of Indians and Pirates and Wild Beasts. Those were things Lost Boys liked to go after. But never a spook." Eyes widening, she gripped his arm a little tighter. When he tugged her forward, she stumbled a little and fell into place beside him. She was used to being behind, or fluttering around. Having to stand still was driving her a little bit batty, but she could get used to it. The tips of her wings quivered faintly. "Are they scary? Do they sneak up and grab you? Eee! I love scary things. Usually I can hide from them really easily, so this adventure is going to be especially exciting. I've never adventured when I'm this size before..."

That smile sealed the deal. She would adventure with him whenever he wanted. She couldn't bring much to the party, but she would do her best to help him out. Being able to fly did have its advantages. Hurrying along beside him, she dashed to the door, peering around the frame into the dimly lit barn.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-27 10:24 pm UTC (link)
Dean eyed her with amusement. She was so bright and cheery it was almost infectuous. He caught himself grinning stupidly and coughed out a chuckle. "Don't be so quick to get in there and find spooks. Spooks aren't nice and they will hurt you. I get that you like adventure but I can't take you with me if you aren't aware of the risks."

He turned to her before stepping into the barn and looked her sincerely in the eyes. "There could be any number of nasty things in this barn. Not all of them spooks or monsters. There could be traps set by whoever runs this damned place. There could be anything or there could be nothing. It could be just a nice little adventure but it could also be scary as hell and dangerous. So you have to take it a little more seriously. Okay?"

Without being able to resist, he brushed a stray strand of hair away from her cheek as he waited for her to respond and he hoped that even though he was warning her, he wasn't killing her upbeat mood. This would definitely be a lot of fun if it was nothing more than a little exploration in a dark and musty barn. Which was all he figured it would be. Still he had to be careful. He didn't want to be responsible for putting her at risk. He'd never be able to live with himself if he went carelessly in there with her.

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[info]tink_says
2009-04-27 10:47 pm UTC (link)
The grin seemed to suit him; she could imagine what he looked like when he was frowning, but it didn't seem like he'd be as attractive. When he scolded her, though, she pouted a little. Why was he talking to her like she didn't know that this was going to be dangerous? "I know that adventures are dangerous. I'm not scared. I promise I won't get into any trouble. I'm brave, and I'm strong, and I'm good at making decisions on the fly. One time I drank poison to save Peter from dying. I can take care of myself. Besides, you promised that you'd take care of me. As long as you're the type of boy who keeps his promises, I've got nothing to worry about, right?"

The fingers brushing her cheek made her smile, and she closed her eyes while tilting her head towards him more. "Thank you," she murmured, stretching and looking up at the sky. "I will do my best to take things seriously. It's just been a few days since I had any fun at all, so finding you is pretty special for me. It's been a bit rough. Things weren't all shiny and happy. Looks like my luck is changing."

Shrugging it off, Tink took a few deep breaths and nodded, trying to put on a serious face. Her eyes were still smiling. "Okay. Scary and dangerous. Traps. What kind of traps do you think they'd have? I know the Lost Boys sometimes put rope traps. Hangs people upside down in a tree overnight, and the rope usually gives out by morning, dripping them on their heads. Something like that?"

"How do you know so much about spooks, Dean? Are you a spook hunter? How did you become that? It's not the sort of job I ever hear grown ups talking about." A pause, and she took his hands, holding them, squeezing them gently. "I like you. You're not like most adults, though you're way taller than the Lost Boys. You don't talk about boring things like money and bills and stocks and responsibility. I like that. I can't stand things like that."

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-27 11:12 pm UTC (link)
Dean's brows furrowed slightly as she attempted to take things more seriously. He could tell from the way she was so non-challant about it all that she didn't see the full spectrum of risk involved. How could she though if she'd never seen the things he'd seen? He supposed that now he'd invited her along he couldn't go back on what he'd promised. And since it wasn't really going to be all that big of a deal - not in the daytime at least - that it wouldn't be too dangerous for her.

Still, she was really not getting it. He wondered if she did it on purpose now. If it was her way of making people underestimate her so that she actually had the upper hand. That seemed like an ungenerous way to think about her though since he didn't really know her yet. This was getting them nowhere and he didn't need to overthink a quick exploration of a stupid old barn with a seriously cute girl who was, a few moments ago, very naked and very okay with him seeing it.

Stepping into the barn, Dean immediately wished he had a flashlight. But the barn was half gone in the front so the sunlight was at least enough to see the bare essentials. "I don't think there will really be traps in here. It is pretty run down though so watch your - uh," he paused, eyeing her wings and realizing what he'd been saying was irrelevant but he finished anyway, "step."

"I don't do money and bills and stocks. I do have responsibilities and I do hunt spooks. I usually call them demons though. They're nasty. They kill people. Just stick close like we agreed and you'll be fine though."

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[info]tink_says
2009-04-27 11:45 pm UTC (link)
His silence was more than a little unsettling. She'd seen that sort of reaction before. He wasn't saying anything to her, wasn't looking at her, wasn't responding to her touch. Her brows furrowed and her light turned more white with a tint of blue to it. Somehow she'd upset or annoyed him, or maybe she had offended him? Wringing her hands, she fell into step behind him, not daring to hold his arm this time.

It wasn't that Bell didn't get it, or that she was purposely trying to make anyone underestimate her; she just found it difficult to care sometimes about danger. Peter never had. It was nice that someone was worried about her, but she didn't understand that she really needed to take things seriously. Serious wasn't one of her better emotions. What color was serious, anyway? Looking around, she had to admit that it probably was bluish / silver / white, the way that it was now.

When she entered the barn, his call for a flashlight was answered. Her illumination surrounded them by five feet, casting soft light into the shadows of the barn. It wasn't that dark, and light was still filtering in, but it was one of the darker places that she'd seen since arrival. As she was behind him, his shadow was long, flowing off and merging into the other shadows.

"You don't need to cut yourself off. I walk. Flying like this takes a bit of doing, and I would hate to get in your way. I am able to fly, but it seems that these are close quarters." Looking around, she poked at the ground with her naked toes. "What is a barn, anyway? I saw a few in London, but I never bothered to ask what they were for. What do they keep in them? Why is the floor made of dirt? And why is it so tall?"

She was going to ask what a demon was, and why they killed people, but she decided against it. The last thing she wanted was to irritate him more. However, something in her mind flashed, and she smiled. "You know, I could make you fly too. It isn't that difficult." She couldn't resist. Maybe if she could make him fly he'd forgive whatever she'd done that had ruffled his feathers.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-28 10:46 am UTC (link)
She'd moved away a little but was keeping close. It felt less fun now that he seemed to have dulled her mood but perhaps they could fix that. It wasn't like him to enjoy being hung on though so he frowned to himself as he entered the barn. He had been such an emotional little girl since arriving here. This had to stop. It was bordering on disgusting.

It was a nice surprise then that she was a perfect replacement for a flashlight. As if on cue, as he had thought of the need, she'd provided with her own personal glow, sending his shadow slithering in long arcs back into the farthest corners of the high-ceilinged barn. He glanced at her over his shoulder and smiled at her in a silent thanks for her luminescence though he didn't know if she controlled it or not.

"Flying like this?" he asked curiously, bypassing a large broken old loveseat and various rusted farm equipment. He wondered what the hell kind of farmer had left all this behind. There was all sorts of decaying wooden furniture mixed in with the sharp, rusted tools of farming. He kept his elbows close as he walked through to avoid being slashed by anything hanging from the walls or off of splintered furniture.

"Ah, barns are usually for storing crops grown by farmers. Anything from hay to apples as far as I've ever seen. I think it's tall so that it can store a lot and maybe tall equipment I guess. Don't know about the dirt floor. Sorry," he said and smiled at her again as he picked his way around toward the back wall.

She could make him fly? He wasn't sure what he thought about that. He liked his feet firmly on the ground unless he was riding a rollercoaster. Having been on the road all his life and never having been in an airplane, he felt much safer with solid ground under his boots - even if it was moving at 75 mph. "Thanks but uh no thanks. I think I'll stick to walking for now."

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[info]tink_says
2009-05-03 11:34 pm UTC (link)
Tink, too, had been an emotional little girl since arriving wherever it was that they were all existing. That, however, was nothing new. In fact, she was more like herself here than she'd been in quite a goodly amount of time. After Peter had begun forgetting her, she'd lost almost all of her range of emotions. She was blue, or white, most of the time, and she had been depressed. In hindsight, she supposed that was why she had chosen to lay down and let death take her. Part of her still wondered if this was the afterlife, if there was one.

When he smiled his thanks, Tink couldn't help but give a little giggle. Her eyes widened, and she clasped a hand over her mouth. Quiet, serious, that's what this was supposed to be, yet here she was giggling. She needed to be a silent lantern if she wanted to be a lantern at all. The quiet game was a game that Tinker seldom won, but she could at least make an effort. She didn't want the Dean to be mad at her.

The smell of decay didn't bother her at all. It reminded her of the forest. Things were always falling down, dying, decaying. It was natural, not bothersome, and she barely gave two thoughts about it. Death wasn't something that entered into her mind except in moments when she had absolutely nothing else to think about. That was, usually, when they were forgotten or exiled. Elsewise, death was something that just sometimes happened to some fairies, usually ones that were old, or on their way out, or who weren't pretty anymore, which was the most ghastly possibility of all. For an ugly fairy was hardly worth anything. They didn't age gracefully, not like humans.

"Hm. So, barns are places where people keep things. Crops... Oh! I heard someone talk about a crop once in London. It's that thing that you strike a horse with to make it run faster, yes? And a farmer is a person who puts things places and makes sure those places grow. I see. I've got it!" Ah, how clever she felt. It wasn't often that she got an entire line of reasoning down and out by herself without some help. Maybe she thought better when she was bigger. She was going to have to look into it.

Pausing, she twirled around on tiptoe slowly, arms folded behind her back. Her eyes surveyed the ceiling. "Tall. Everything looks tall in here. It's like nothing's changed. Then again, I'm used to things being so much taller than myself. I've gotten used to looking up at every one and every thing."

He didn't want to fly. That notion struck her as odd. Who didn't want to fly? "Why don't you want to fly?" she asked, head canting to the side. "Is it because you're afraid?" She shuffled in front of him, walking backwards, head cocked to the side. "Are you afraid that you don't have any happy thoughts that will lift you off the ground? It can't be a fear of heights, after all. No reason to be afraid of being up high, only reason to be afraid of falling from someplace high. That's a valid fear. But...you have to have a happy memory. Everyone's got at least one. You just have to find it." Her brows furrowed. Walking was so boring. How could he prefer it?

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[info]hellsboy
2009-05-04 04:09 pm UTC (link)
Dean chuckled goodnaturedly as she misunderstood him. "No, the word 'crops' has another meaning. It's the name for what the farm grows. Vegetables, grains, etc. I can't imagine this place filled with the horse type crops." He smiled gently at her and then turned his gaze back to the furniture and mess here in this barn. Anything could be behind the next corner. He was pretty sure nothing was there but it still somewhat fun to fool himself for a minute or two and feel that thrill. He missed hunting just then more than anything in the world.

He watched her twirl and her fanciful, girlish antics were amusing but he was very glad that they weren't in any sort of serious situation. With her behaving like she was in a fun little hunt for the teddy bear picnic ground they'd never have been able to sneak up on someone or something supernatural hiding out in here, waiting to pounce.

When she started talking about happy thoughts he was surprised that his mind actually went directly to Shannon. Her expression of amusement when she'd been giving him a hard time. He wasn't sure if that was a happy thought now or not. He couldn't honestly say he had many really happy things happen in his life. Most of it was dark and unpleasant. There was quite a bit of humor but that didn't always count as happy. In fact, most of the time it was merely a reflex, a wall against getting attached to anyone or anything because he was always on the move.

"I guess you could say I'm afraid of heights. And clumsiness and I like to be in control of what's happening to my body. Thanks for the offer though, Tink." His voice a bit distracted as he glanced up at the ceiling and into the far reaches of the barn. This place looked like people had been living here and recently. He wondered if it was someone from the group that had been dropped here or if it was someone else - like the people who ran this crazy place. If he'd just found their hidey-hole...

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[info]tink_says
2009-05-05 04:49 pm UTC (link)
"Oh. Okay."

Noticing his silence, Tink too fell quiet. She nibbled her lower lip and crossed her arms over her chest. Her light turned faintly bluish, much like a halogen light. She watched him quietly, actually adopting a more serious look rather than just trying to. Seeing him so serious and on edge was making her nervous.

She didn't want to think about how she could help if something really nasty showed up. The truth was that there was absolutely nothing she could really do. She could hide. She could try to fight, but she would lose. The only tactics that she knew were grabbing weapons and trying to stop them mid swing or pull them away from the wielder. And, in truth, as she was so large, hiding would prove a little more difficult. This was quite the pickle, wasn't it? No skills for adventuring whatsoever, yet a love of going on adventures. How foolish.

Really, she was probably just bothering him. She was useless. She'd been useless to Peter, and now she was being useless to Dean. How could she have been surprised that he'd forgotten her? Still, she didn't have anywhere else to go. There was absolutely nothing else that she was supposed to be doing. Thus, she would continue to follow him.

As she walked along behind him without a sound, the light that she was giving off turned progressively bluer. The adventure was seeming a little less fun. Her mind kept replaying the past few moments; what had she done wrong this time?

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[info]hellsboy
2009-05-06 09:28 pm UTC (link)
Dean noticed the hue of the light had changed and he turned his eyes toward Tink a little more seriously. Whatever he might have thought about her being childish, he found it difficult to think now that he could see a change in her. She picked up on the clues and matched her mood. He hadn't meant for her to get completely serious but he did appreciate that she could be. If she chose. It made him wonder what her motivation was in growing quiet and capering less. He arched a brow curiously at her.

Thinking a moment, he lifted his gaze quickly to the hay loft above them. He threw is eyes toward her with a warning expression. "Shh," he whispered. "Don't even breathe," he said, putting out a protective arm toward her, making his eyes grow wider. "Did you hear that? I think there might be someone or something up there."

Inwardly he patted himself on the back for keeping his voice convincingly quiet and cautious. Even if she saw through the fact that he was now capering himself, creating the adventure that wasn't presenting itself to them, he hoped she would play along. He wanted to see her less blue, literally.

"Do you think you could get up there and take a peek and see who or what is up there?" He turned fully toward her and made a move as though to touch her forearm but held back.

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[info]tink_says
2009-05-07 02:20 am UTC (link)
Tink was not completely socially inept. She was a bit self-centered at times, but she generally meant well, and she wanted, desperately, to be liked. As such, she could pick up on cues when she bothered to notice them. The problem was that she didn't usually notice, and when she did it was usually because she wasn't getting the attention that she wanted. Really, part of her felt bad that she was such a hound for attention, yet she really couldn't care. She had been deprived. How was that fair?

When it was adventure time, though, she was very good at following directions. When he said "shh," she "shh'd." When he told her not to breathe, the fairy held her breath. The tips of her wings quivered. Every hair on the back of her neck was standing up. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from breaking the silence.

After a few moments, Tink didn't hear anything. Still, she wasn't about to say anything. Tiptoeing after him, eyes wide, she clenched her fists and gripped at the hem of her skirt. When he turned to whisper to her, she almost jumped out of her skin. She tried not to laugh at herself, yet there was a quiet little giggle. A hand rose, covering her mouth, and she blushed faintly. Her light had turned an odd lavender color; what it meant, exactly, was unclear. Purple didn't always have an emotional connotation.

She nodded and flapped her wings once, which propelled her into the air. She followed his line of sight and flew up towards the loft. Part of her was frightened, but part of her was helplessly and needlessly excited. Careful to be silent, she peeked over the edge of the beam, almost expecting something horrible. She saw, for the moment, nothing.

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