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Dean Winchester ([info]hellsboy) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-28 19:09:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 05, dean winchester, location: gym, shannon rutherford

Day 5 - Early Evening
Who: Dean Winchester & Shannon Rutherford
What: Shower time!
When: Early Evening
Where: The gym
Rating: R (language, nudity - definitely NSFW)
Status: Complete

Dean was whistling an old Van Halen standard as he made his way back into town and then through it. The streets were beginning to look familiar now. He'd only managed to track 3 miles or so of the glass wall at the south side of town. The interlude with Tink had been a lot of fun. It had been a while since he'd gone exploring just for the sake of exploring. Now he was one his way back with the promise of a shower -- and seeing Shannon.

As he walked, he mused. He didn't have friends. Well not usually. But if he had to name anyone as a friend, it'd be her, Shannon. Probably his best friend. There was an understanding between them of something not quite tangible. They recognized each other in a certain way that he didn't figure anyone else could. Which was a little confusing. It both made him feel a lot less indignant for having to be here and sorry. Sorry because even though Cassie had dumped him - rather painfully so - he felt like it was cheating her to be attracted to Shannon. Not to mention he'd picked up on some kind of vibe between Shannon and his brother. That spelled trouble if he got involve, he knew it.

Yet here he was, swinging open the door of the gym and stepping inside. Still whistling, he wandered the dark rooms and halls, following the old and disheveled signs toward the showers. There were, of course, separate showers for men and women so he peeked his head into the locker room for the women and called out. "Hey, Super Girl, did you beat me here?"


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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-28 06:45 pm UTC (link)
Shannon had made her way toward the gym, terribly slowly because the dress was actually starting to make movement a bit more painful than it was probably worth and had let herself inside, calling out to see if anyone was in there. It was dark and she wished she'd remembered to bring her torch with her, but the lighter she'd snagged on her way out of the gas station would have to do, she supposed. No one answered and, so, she let herself in further, peering around at the destruction inside with the sad sort of thoughtful expression one gets when looking at a relic.

There hadn't been towels at the thrift shop that she'd seen and she thought maybe she'd have noticed even if they hadn't been on her mind at the time. So, Shannon made her way into what looked like an office - probably the old gym teacher or coach's from the looks of it - and started rifling through the cabinets in search of them. The dress grew more uncomfortable by the minute and she found herself wondering if it was cheating if she just went naked under the stupid coat. Probably, unfortunately, she thought.

A whistling and then Dean's voice echoed in some part of the gym and Shannon looked over her shoulder reflexively. "Yeah, I'm in the office looking for towels," she called back. "No such luck so far," she added almost apologetically.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-28 06:57 pm UTC (link)
The dark didn't bother him and there was enough light from windows for him to make his way without much difficulty. He'd almost have liked to have Tink with her glow with him but that image didn't seem to fit in with the idea of having a shower or with spending time with Shannon. He smiled to himself and glanced again around the locker room before he heard her voice in answer.

Backing out of the girls' locker room - now that was a high school memory! - he looked around, for the direction in which her voice had come. He hadn't quite heard what she said so he called back, "What's that? You're nooking some fowls without much pluck?" He grinned and sauntered through the halls, his eyes becoming even more accustomed to the dim light inside.

He could just picture her trying to take a cold shower in the dark. It was seriously amusing and he laughed a little too loudly, shoving a knuckle against his mouth to muffle it immediately. Hell, nothing said anything had to happen. This could just be a nice shower and they'd part ways again. Well until they both went back to the museum. And Sam. Damn... well he'd better get it over with now that he was here. He felt like a putz now. Damn, damn, damn.

"Call out again so I can find you?" he said a bit louder than before, pausing mid-stride to look around in the silence, waiting to hear her again.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-28 07:07 pm UTC (link)
"Looking for towels, asshole," Shannon called out a little louder, laughing. "I said I'm in the office! Back behind the boys' locker room."

Shannon gave up on the first cupboard, frowning, when it was filled with nothing but different sized balls - half of them deflated - from baseballs to basketballs; footballs to wiffle balls; kick balls to volley balls. Nothing useful for her in there.

"Ow fuck," she muttered, letting the lighter drop to the floor as she shook her hand, frowning, from where the metal had gotten too hot against her thumb. When she bent to retrieve the lighter, the contents of the bottom, open half of the second cupboard in the room caught her eye.

Medical supplies and protective gear. Mainly basic things, from what she could see in the darkness, but it looked a lot like first aid stuff: gauze, peroxide, Band-Aids, and the like and then also pads for different parts of the body; shin and elbow pads, knee pads; cups. Still not terribly useful, although maybe moreso for other things. Right then, though, she was looking for towels and no amount of gauze was gonna do the trick, she didn't think.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-28 07:22 pm UTC (link)
It was chance that he happened to be around the corner from the office when she called out again. He grinned when she called him asshole. That seemed to be a term of endearment these days. He followed the sound of her voice as she tossed another obscenity out into the air. It made him pick up his pace and poke his head around the doorway into the office where she stood in the dark.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked with a little more concern in his voice than he'd intended. He walked in beside her and stopped beside her, touching her elbow briefly with his fingers. She looked to be alright but he couldn't quite see her face in the darkness of the office. He glanced around at the cupboards full of useless sporting equipment and extremely useful medical supplies.

"Nook any fowls? I mean, find any towels?" he teased and automatically winked at her even though it was probable she couldn't see him. "How'd you figure you'd find anything without a light? Are you so super you have built-in night vision?"

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-28 07:45 pm UTC (link)
At the sound of Dean's voice she nodded, but was still too busy taking a mental inventory of the things in the cupboard to interrupt her concentration by speaking. But when Dean touched her elbow, she looked over at him and gave a small smiled. "Not yet," she replied.

Shannon struck the lighter again. "No, I was using this, but I burned my thumb," she said with a frown. It struck her that she suddenly found herself alone in the dark with Dean and if she wasn't so intent on finding towels and taking a shower, she might've actually considered it a little further as something particularly ironic given Dean's apparent distaste for the idea of the two of them having the sort of physical contact that a dark room such as this would've been beneficial for.

Again, she shook her head. "Not yet," she admitted. "But there's still the top section of that cupboard and then also the one across the room that I haven't gotten to just yet," she told him, pointing probably uselessly in the dark.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-28 08:00 pm UTC (link)
Dean blinked as she flicked on the lighter, his face cast in shadows and golden glow before he turned, brushing her elbow again as he walked a step or two closer to the cupboards. He knew it was a subconscious part of him that kept causing him to touch her and he didn't care at this point. He was decided. Nothing between them other than friendship. That's all. If Sam was interested, he would not horn in on the territory. Not that she was property...

Shaking his head, he smiled slightly at her over his shoulder. "Want me to go take a look in the other office? You be okay over here in the dark without me?" he asked, his tone teasing again. "I mean, I wouldn't want to worsen your fear of the dark and what not so if you need me, I can totally stay and help you look in here."

He waited for her to call him an asshole again, turning in the doorway to look back at her. Her blonde hair shone in the lighter's flickering flame and he watched her standing there a little too long. It was the old familiar sensation. And he knew what it was now. He was substituting. That's what it had to be. They might be completely different in every way possible, but he was substituting Shannon for Cassie. Just another reason to keep her at arm's length. Even though he didn't want to and if it weren't for Sam, he wouldn't either.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-28 08:22 pm UTC (link)
Rolling her eyes to herself as he stepped away, Shannon smirked. "I think I'll be okay, actually," she said with a teasing tone of mock uncertainty. "There's another office, though?" she asked. Shannon hadn't noticed. This had been the closer locker room and so she'd made her way to it. When she hadn't heard any showers running and no one had answered her when she called out, she simply assumed it was empty and had made her way inside. Would've been awfully embarrassing had someone actually been in there...

"Yeah, go look in there and I'll check out this other cupboard. If nothing else, I've got extra clothes in here we can use to dry off with and just lay 'em out under the torches tonight to dry out, no big deal," she replied with a shrug. She'd have preferred a towel, that was for sure, but beggars couldn't be choosers and in this place, they were all most certainly beggars.

A cock of her eyebrows joined a smirk as it formed on her lips. "Although, you're welcome to stay with me if you're just trying to make me give you a reason to so that you don't have to look so damn clingy," she teased.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-28 08:30 pm UTC (link)
Dean chuckled at her tone. This was good. This was the rhythm of banter that said the two of them were on the same wavelength. Friends. He matched it wryly with another chuckle. "I think that's what was across the hall around the corner. Not sure though. Could be a broom closet for all I know. I'll go check it out."

He would have preferred towels too so it was important that he find something in the other room. He was just about to walk out into the hall when she made her remark about him trying to cover up looking clingy. That was it. He couldn't resist really baffooning it up now. Inwardly he laughed as he got into the position.

He folded his hands in supplication and held them under his quivering chin, looking doe-eyed at Shannon. "Please, oh please give me a reason to stay here with you, Shanny. I can't stand to be without you." He laughed heartily and shook his head. "I'll be in the other office or whatever it is across the hall. Shout if you find something." He started to walk away and added over his shoulder, "Or if you get scared."

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-28 09:01 pm UTC (link)
"Okay cool, sounds good," Shannon agreed, stepping up to the cupboard whose upper half she hadn't looked through yet. When Dean started talking again, she looked over her shoulder and grimaced heavily in distaste for the name he'd used. Still, she couldn't help laughing at him and she grabbed a roll of Ace bandage, throwing it at him. "You fucker," she laughed. She was just glad it had been too dark for him to see the true hideousness of the God awful outfit she was wearing. Then he'd really be teasing her.

As he started away she smirked. "Yeah, yeah, I'm quivering in my boots, Hulk," she joked. "I'll let you know," she added before turning back to the task at hand.

Pulling open the top part of the cupboard proved to be a complete waste of time as it was entirely empty. Slamming the doors shut again in frustration, Shannon made her way back across the room to the third and final cupboard, hoping like hell there was something useful in it. Taking a deep breath she steeled herself for disappointment, just in case, and pulled it open. Cobwebs, mostly, but her brow furrowed and she looked over her shoulder reflexively to see if Dean was still there. She frowned when he wasn't and looked back at the shelf in front of her.

Dozens and dozens of journals just like the one she'd gotten in her crap-ass survival kit were stacked beside at least ten bags of pens. "Great..." she muttered, sighing heavily again and this time dropping her head back in defeat. Whoever had brought them here clearly planned to bring more people in. "Fuck!" she hissed and slammed the doors shut.

"I got nothing," she called to Dean, not bothering to attempt in hiding the annoyance in her voice. "You?" she called, leaving the office in a huff and pausing outside the door for his voice to lead her way.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-28 09:37 pm UTC (link)
"Oh fucker now? I've moved up in the world!" He laughed and shook his head, heading into the hallway. "And I can see you quivering over there but I don't think it's cause you're scared now, is it?" He winked in the darkness at her back. Then, as he wandered away down the hall he called back in that familiarly teasing tone, "You know you love it. Admit it already."

He made his way down the hall and around the corner to the other office. That was what it was after all according to the sign beside the door. No trespassing was allowed either apparently which was all the more invitation for him to shove his elbow through the window in the door and open it from the inside with one hand. The room was small with a large window and skylights. It was almost as though whoever had worked in here ages ago had loved light. Wanted to bathe in it.

The walls were lined with shelves full of books on game play and psychology as far as he could tell. There was a desk against one wall and matching set of cupboards near the window. He slammed through the cupboards, finding nothing but a package of tampons and a large half-eaten bag of really old chocolate. He was about to start on the desk when he heard Shannon's voice behind him.

"Uh nothing in here either unless you're PMSing," he called back, standing up and turning back toward the door.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-28 09:46 pm UTC (link)
Dean had a lot of nerve teasing that like, Shannon thought, although it wasn't with annoyance that she thought it. Well, not really. Okay, maybe a little. He'd seemed pretty interested before, after all, and suddenly when she was the one to make the proposition, he wasn't into it? What the fuck? Either he really was gay or he had some kind of girls-can't-do-that! complex. Either way, she was shit out of luck. Locking the museum and having at it herself later it was, then. That was mentally checked off the list, although begrudgingly.

"Even if I was, I got it covered, thanks," Shannon called back before reaching the door just as he was turning back toward it. Instead of entering, since he'd deemed it a bust, she waited outside for him. "I guess we're using my clothes for towels, then..." she muttered. "That's kind of sucky but whatever works, I guess..."

Since he was showing new signs of disinterest in spite of his playful jabs, Shannon could only assume he planned on showering by himself after all and so she took off her backpack and rifled through it, pulling out a pair of pajama pants she'd found. "Have a blast," she said as she looked back down into the bag to find something for herself to use. The hoodie would probably work best, but that was the one thing she preferred to keep dry in case it got colder when the sun went down.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-28 10:15 pm UTC (link)
When he caught sight of her in the light from the windows and skylights he finally saw the outfit she had on. She had warned him not to laugh and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself. He wasn't so lucky as to be able to disguise the expression in his eyes though as he took the entire thing in. "Wow um," was all he said and silently choked back another laugh. "You might want to get out of that get up sometime in the near future."

He lifted a brow at her sudden change in attitude. Seemed like not all was fun and games anymore but that didn't make sense. Mentally he went back over what had happened and he couldn't think of anything... oh wait. It had to have been the PMS comment. To prove that he wasn't using the age old idiot's creed of accusing a girl of PMSing, he reached back into the cupboard and pulled out the bag of stale chocolate and the packet of tampons. Holding them up he said, "Hey, this is all I was talking about when I said PMSing."

He tossed the stuff on the desk and then pulled out the closest desk drawer. "Bingo!" he said and chuckled. Inside the drawer was a pile of small, dust-grayed washclothes. He tossed one to her. "Slip into something more comfortable?"

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-28 10:24 pm UTC (link)
Shannon put a hand on one hip and looked back at Dean with her eyebrows raised, almost daring him to actually laugh. "Not until I win the bet," she replied. "If I take a bet, I plan on winning it. Especially if I inadvertently started it," she added. The hell she was going to back down now. Besides, somewhere in the Glass Cage, Leo was walking around looking like just as big a tool as she did. That made her feel marginally better about the whole thing, really.

Shannon looked up again from her digging through the backpack. "Huh? Oh, I know, but I found that stuff - uh, fresh - in the gas station already, so I'm good," she replied with a small smile and a shrug as she went back to her search for something to use as a towel.

Although when he spoke again, she looked up just in time to catch a washcloth. Wasn't a towel to dry off with, but it'd make washing feel a lot more thorough than just using her hands. "Hey, thanks," she chirped. Shannon's head dipped down again and she pulled out a long sleeve t-shirt; that'd do to towel her off, she supposed. Next, she took out the soap and the bag of razors, ripping the bag open with her teeth and taking one out. "Here ya go," she said holding it out to him. "I only have one bar of soap, but it's that crappy hotel kind, so I can snap it in half if you want," she offered.

But now he was contradicting himself, she thought and she was confused. Did he want to just keep playing about when he already knew she was hot and bothered or was he serious? "Oh, I'm definitely off to the showers right about now," she agreed without really making an effort to play up his comment about slipping into something more comfortable. "So...did you want half the soap or are you coming?" she asked instead with a cock of her eyebrows and a tiny mischievous grin, putting the ball in his court again whether he liked it or not.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-28 10:35 pm UTC (link)
He couldn't help it. When she put her hand on her hip and looked at him like he was a naughty boy, he had to laugh. It was impossible not to! "So you're planning on showering in that," he started, waving his hand up and down to indicate her outfit, "that- that. Good for you." He smirked and fought back some annoyance that crept up unbidden from somewhere unconscious.

Dean watched her rummage through her bag. He could study her face now that she wasn't paying attention to him. He liked the way her hair seemed to catch the nuances of every light. He liked the fact that even though she was wearing the most god-awful outfit, she still managed to look good. Good? If he was honest, she was beautiful. It was way too soon to think so seriously of her and she was most likely not thinking anything serious about him. That was good though. No, he wanted her not to think seriously about him. Right. Yes, good. Wipe the fucking look off your face, Winchester.

He grabbed another few washcloths and offered them to her. "I uh guess I'll take that half of soap. We probably ought to stick together though in here. Who knows what the fuckers might have planned for anyone who goes off on their own in the dark. Haven't you seen enough horror movies to know you don't split up in a dark, abandoned building?"

He smiled at her, clearing his face of any traces of what he'd previously been thinking by turning up the charm. He brushed past her though, again unable to not touch her. Over his shoulder he glanced at her and teased, "It's always the blonde that gets it first in those flicks too."

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-28 10:47 pm UTC (link)
"Showering in it? Oh, fuck no," Shannon laughed, shaking her head. "No, it'd be pointless. I don't think he would fault me for taking it off for a shower, though. I don't think taking a shower without this coat and dress is actually cheating, so I should be good. If he calls it cheating then he plays dirty and I don't need to win to know I'm more awesome," she pointed out with a wink.

If Shannon wasn't so familiar with the cocky male model-types back home, she'd have been so beyond confused, it would be driving her up a wall. As it was, it looked as though he was just having his fun and if he got the added benefit of seeing a naked chick, he was cool with that. Whatever, it wasn't like she was shy about her body; Shannon knew she was hot. So, she snapped the soap in half and handed one piece to him before he brushed past her.

"No, no," Shannon corrected him as she caught up to walk beside him, clutching the backpack to her chest for lack of motivation to zip it up and put it on her back again. "The slutty blonde gets it first and I haven't had sex in forever, so...I might get it second," she explained in a very serious voice that the grin on her face completely betrayed.

When they'd made their way to the showers, Shannon grinned. "Perfect, they're set at an angle," she breathed happily. "Means I can wash my hair without having to stand under it the whole time. I'll freeze my brain but, still," she added as she took off the awful jacket and tugged on the dress to keep it from riding up - or down - too much as she bent to set the jacket and backpack on a bench far enough away from the shower heads to keep them dry. Then, she rummaged through the bag until she had the tiny bottle of two-in-one shampoo and conditioner in hand along with the washcloths Dean had given her and her half of the bar of soap. "Okay big talk," she said, standing again and turning to face him. "You sure you don't wanna run off to the other shower or stand in a corner facing away or something?" she teased.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-28 11:19 pm UTC (link)
She hadn't appeared to have seen him stupidly staring at her and that made him feel somewhat relieved. And whatever he'd said or done had given her the okay to slide back into the banterish fun that they'd been in. As they walked, he listened to her chatter and wondered for a moment if he heard some sort of nervousness in it. He decided not though. She was too blunt and assured of herself to feel nervous about a shower. Not to mention it was too dark for there to be much titilation and the water would be freezing considering the weather and lack of electricity.

"If there are two of us and the slutty blonde gets it first, you get it second and there is no slutty blonde, how does that work? I can't get it first. I'm not blonde and the guy with the great bod doesn't usually die at all," he laughed, seeing her grin. For a second he almost gave himself away but then he thought of Sam and bit back the urge to kiss her right then by biting his lower lip and looking away. Damn the bonds of brotherhood.

"Big talk?" he asked, raising his brows both at the same time in an amusedly incredulous arc. "Big talk?" he reiterated, sliding his jacket from his body and letting it fall on the tile. He began unbuttoning his shirt and made a face at her. "The water in here is going to be so cold that I doubt either one of us will get much of a show. So let's go, Private Pretty. Let's see how much of you is talk. Not like I haven't seen naked women before."

He continued to undress, pulling his shirt from his firm chest and only slightly wincing as the tattoo on his arm throbbed its black, hateful message of expiration. Then he moved on to unbuttoning his jeans and kicking off his boots until he was standing in his boxers on the cold tile, all but shivering as he turned the knob of the shower head closest to where he stood.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-28 11:31 pm UTC (link)
"Hypothetically, Dean," Shannon laughed, rolling her eyes. "I'm just saying...I think I'd be okay on my own. Not that I mind present company, of course," she added with a smirk and a wink. In actuality, while she'd never admit it, she was glad to have him there; it made her feel safer.

Raising her eyebrows, Shannon watched as he disrobed. "None of me is talk, but a heads up," she said, nodding down at his clothes, "might wanna move those if you don't wanna get 'em all wet. Especially the jacket; it'd be a fucking shame to see that leather warped and I'm not even kidding," she said seriously.

With that said, she kicked off her sneakers and socks, which must've made the whole ensemble that much more ridiculous, and then tried to wiggle out of the dress. "Oh fuck me," she muttered, yanking on it. Easier to get it on than to get it off. Just great. Shannon took a deep breath and then let it all out, expelling as much of her breath as she could. Then, she sucked in her stomach and gave the bottom of the dress a yank. Finally, it gave and dropped to the floor, crumpling there in an equally amusing and hideous pile of color and fabric that made her want to cringe. So, then, Shannon too was down to only her bottom half of undergarments and stood looking back at him with her eyebrows raised as if to say, See? I'm not afraid. She refused to let him have the pleasure of knowing that she very much liked what she saw, so she kept her face neutral and challenging rather than longing.

Bending down, Shannon picked up the awful dress and dropped it down on the bench on top of the jacket, kicking her shoes and socks beneath it. "And actually," she said, turning back to face him before discarding her panties nonchalantly and picking up the toiletries to make her way to the shower head two away from his, "I might not get a show because it's cold but you still will," she pointed out, nodding down at her chest before she stepped just off to the side and out of the line of fire, turning on her own shower head.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-28 11:53 pm UTC (link)
He rolled his eyes right back at her. "It is still dark enough that you could pretend you're on your own if you have to. Not that I mind present company either," he answered, an edge of playful competitiveness in his voice. It was more fun to snark with her than anything he'd done since being tossed into this stupid place. He was glad she wasn't going to get all sulky and stay that way no matter how many times he had to backpedal to make it okay again when she did.

Dean gave his clothes a couple of swift kicks, sending them flying away from the spray as the nozzle spluttered to life in a jet of icy water. He shuddered, grateful that she was too busy with her own clothes to see just how cold he was. Huddled into himself, he was loathe to remove his boxers and really start the shower. It had seemed like such a good idea before but now that he was near the freezing water, he wasn't so sure. Well, here went nothing. He removed the last stitch of clothing and tossed his boxers into the pile of his other clothes.

He stood and watched her, eyeing the smoothness of her skin and the soft curves of her - oh fuck - until she faced him with her eyebrows arched. He caught himself then and returned her expression, mirroring it with a shrug as if to say it wasn't a big deal. Except he had to step immediately into the frigid shower. It was a shock to the system and he gasped, laughed at himself and began to lather up.

"True, you're probably not getting a show. And since you can't have a show I will be a gentleman and not try to have one myself." His voice was tremulous as he struggled with how cold the water was. He felt his teeth begin to chatter as he soaped his stomach and chest as quickly as he cold, turning in vain to find a way to be less cold than he was now.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-29 12:31 am UTC (link)
Grinning to herself, Shannon felt justified, then. If he was enjoying present company, then she wasn't the only one and that was decidedly good. It made her feel better about being so glad that he was there. She liked spending time with Dean. He made her smile. Shit, he made her laugh and, most importantly, he made her feel pretty.

Shannon took the liberty of sneaking a peek when Dean kicked away his boxers and it took a conscious effort not to allow the approval to slide over her features. He'd gotten into the shower then and she winced for him when he gasped. She was so not looking forward to that part. At all.

"Oh, I don't care; look all you want," she replied with a shrug. "If I was shy, I'd have kicked you out before getting naked, don't you think?" she asked, hissing in air through her teeth as she leaned her head under the water. The water felt like icy needles on her scalp. "Fuck. Oh, Jesus that's worse than the ocean!" she gasped, standing up again and throwing her wet hair back reflexively to wipe her face. That was, decidedly, a big mistake, because when it slapped back against her shoulders, she let out another gasp of surprise at the cold and felt goosebumps break out over her entire body. Shivering and teeth chattering, Shannon decided to brush it off because the longer she stood there in shock from the cold, the longer it would take to get the shower done...thus, the longer before she could put on warm, dry clothes again. Even if they were ugly as all hell.

She lathered her hair and very nearly moaned at the feel of soap in her hair. It took almost the whole bottle to get a lather out of it, her hair was so disgustingly dirty from the length of time between proper showers, but it felt amazing to actually feel the grime coming off her hair really and truly for the first time in what seemed like forever. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself and then put her head back under the water, gasping again even as she moved her hands rapidly through and over her hair to wash out the shampoo. "Oh my God...I don't even want to actually get under that spray to wash myself..." she whined, laughing a little as she straightened more slowly this time and leaned her head to squeeze the excess water from her hair away from the rest of her body. "How you doin' over there, Hulk?" she asked, looking over at him and taking solace that the shadows in the room afforded her, she hoped, the ability to let her eyes roam over his shoulders, chest, back and hips. She stopped herself there knowing that anything lower would be less than impressive given the temperature of the water and she didn't think that was entirely fair to him.

Can you really stand three feet away from me when I'm naked and not look? What's wrong with you? Shannon wondered in Dean's general direction without actually saying it aloud. Or worse...what's wrong with me that you don't want to?

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-29 08:23 am UTC (link)
When she mentioned the ocean it suddenly occurred to Dean that they'd never really talked about when/where in time the assholes running this place had yanked her from. Sam had made it sound like she'd been on a remote island and it hadn't been fun. She'd also mentioned a plane crash herself. Putting two and two together, along with her statement about not having had sex in a long time, he thought he knew what her story was and he didn't like it. She must either be completely emotionless, except when drinking or around Sam - sigh - or she did a great job of hiding it all under the guise of sarcasm and witty retorts. It seemed suddenly important for him to discover which it was and he hoped it was the latter if he was honest with himself.

"I see you peeking," he grumbled playfully as he shivered under the icy water. "Not much to see in this freeze, huh? Sorry. But I'm enjoying the show." He grinned, but he hadn't seen her look at all, he was simply teasing. It was way too dark in his corner and way too cold for him to think much about it all right now. Sure she was standing over there naked but his body wasn't responding anymore in the normal way. Which was fine with him. Well no, the fuck it wasn't fine but he had to be fine with it right now. For Sam.

Thinking about Sam in the shower when there's a naked girl nearby. That's fucking sick, dude.

He laughed at himself and shivered, moving to soap his hair with his tiny half-bar. His fingers were starting to shake and he knew he couldn't stay under here much longer before he became an Deancicle. That thought made him laugh again and the soap shot out of his hand, skittering across the tiles into some dark corner out of his immediate line of sight.

"Shit!" Dean growled and looked instinctively over at Shannon to explain that he'd need more soap now. And stopped. It had been a bad move because now all he could do was watch her. In spite of the cold, she managed to look - what? Beautiful? Really, again with this whole one-sided appreciation thing? Still... The meager light streaming in from some high, slender window spilled across her skin every so often as she moved. She glistened under the spray of water, every curve in fluid motion. "Dude," he said under his breath and averted his eyes before she had a chance to squint through gloom and catch him staring.

"Um, I dropped the soap. Good thing this isn't boarding school, right?" he said more loudly so that she could hear him.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-29 12:55 pm UTC (link)
"I am not, shut up," Shannon laughed, although the sound was wavering from the chattering of her teeth as it echoed in the showers. "You stop peeking," she joked back, although she couldn't help the swell of pride she felt for herself when he said that he was enjoying the show. Good, she thought, I was starting to think there was something wrong with me and that's just fucked up.

With a tiny squeak of surprise of just how cold the water was, Shannon stepped under the spray just long enough to wet her skin before stepping out again and starting to lather with the soap. Even that felt amazing, it had been so long. She actually didn't mind taking her time running the soapy washcloth over her skin. Exfoliation mmm, she thought with a tiny, happy smile passing over her lips. She bent forward and scrubbed at her feet and legs with a happy sigh.

So far, just about every part of today was amazing with the exception of those stupid alarms. First, she'd had her laughs with Leo and then she'd found the soap and Domeki. Now, she was showering with Dean - well, sort of - and it felt so amazing to slowly become clean again. She could feel the salty remains of ocean water on her skin fading away. She'd thought the rain would've washed that away, but she felt cleaner still and she knew it wasn't sweat, because it had been too cold here for that. Maybe she'd been taking makeshift baths in the ocean for so long that the salt had just piled on so heavily that the rain couldn't wash it all away.

And then there was the razor. Shannon took great pleasure in shaving her legs and underarms with a sharp blade, rather than one that had been dulled out almost immediately by being a community razor. She turned away from Dean to tend to the more intimate shaving and that, when finished, was like heaven. It was nice not to look like an amazon woman anymore. Shannon went back to scrubbing herself with the washcloth and occasionally stepping back under the icy water to rinse off the soap before starting all over again; it felt too nice to stop with one go of it.

She was in her own little world, then, and hadn't really noticed Dean's laughter, although she did hear the small clacking sound of the soap skittering across the tile and Dean's growl of indignation caught her ear enough to snap her out of her own personal reverie. She looked over at him as she bent again and ran her hands almost too slowly over her legs, too much in love with the smooth feel of them for the first time in what seemed like forever. Especially since she hadn't even knicked herself with the sharp razor; she'd hated the feel of doing it with the dull one on the Island.

"You dropped the soap," she repeated dubiously, raising her eyebrows and straightening up again. She'd heard it; she knew he had, but it was too easy not to take up the chance to poke at him again. A smirk crossed over her features when he added the joke about the boarding school. "Good thing..." she agreed playfully. "Is that your way of saying you need to borrow mine?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him again. She held out the bar, just out of his reach. "Come get it," she added coyly with a grin and a cock of her eyebrows before turning from him again to wash herself one last time. As much as she was enjoying the clean feeling, the water was starting to make her head ache and her muscles stiff as she shivered heavily.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-29 01:19 pm UTC (link)
"It's impossible, Private Pretty. You have pretty uh privates," he retored and laughed heartily, still not looking at her as he attempted to rinse the rest of the soap away from his stomach then turning to put his back against the sluice of frigid water, washing suds away from his shoulders and backside. It was seriously way too cold for this but he was enjoying every moment of their little game of snark. He found himself wondering why it had to get serious though. He kept trying so hard to keep everything light and just on the level of fun, in spite of the fact that he wanted to be over there with her, soaping her shoulders for her. But she couldn't leave it there. If he didn't go beyond playing and admit, even in small doses, the he was more than interested in her sexually, she started to take it to a place of frustration. Why can't you just let it be what I'm trying to let it be? he wondered.

But it was impossible to let it be what it was when he accidentally turned and looked at her. Oh good grief, it was like she did it on purpose! And he really wouldn't have put it past her to do that either. It was one thing to imagine touching her himself. It was an entirely new thing to watch her touch herself, her fingers sliding across her own slick skin. Again he got the impression that she wasn't cold at all under that water. That somehow she'd managed to heat it herself. Cold shower or not, he was finding it a little difficult to not physically respond to seeing her in such a way. It did, however, work to his advantage to not be standing there staring at her with a very obvious hard on he knew he'd have otherwise. "Fuck," he breathed and cleared his throat.

His smile was immediate, forming the mask of charm across his features as she suggested he "come get it." He eyed her face in the half-light and reached behind him to push the knob of the shower, turning it off. Then with a few strides he was standing next to her, just out of reach of her own freezing shower head. "I guess I'm done. I don't need the soap now after all," he told her, his brows arched to match hers in a teasing way. "Are you offering any sort of substitute?"

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-29 02:29 pm UTC (link)
The smug grin on Shannon's face might've been hard not to miss, even in the dark, when Dean complimented her. It was about time he said it out loud; she was at least glad to hear that it wasn't all play and that maybe he really was attracted to her. Shannon wasn't a big fan of wasting her time, or anyone else's for that matter. If he wasn't interested, she'd let it drop and be done with it. But, since she'd rather not, she was happy to hear the compliment. Fuel for the fire.

Dean shut off his shower and Shannon set down the soap and washcloth to give herself one last rinse. Too fucking cold to actually enjoy the shower any further, Shannon decided, as Dean approached and said he was done, that she was, too. Her shower shut off next and she stood there, staring at him, making a conscious effort to look him in the eye.

"That depends. I don't usually offer things if I don't feel pretty confident that I'm going to be taken up on it," she told him, raising her eyebrows. Jesus, he was just standing there and she refused to let him see that she was all but itching to jump on him. Part of it was because of the conversation in the journals with Kaylee getting her all riled up, but a much larger part was just Dean, with his shoulders and his...chest...and the way the beads of water were dripping down to his abdomen and... "Are you planning on taking me up on it if I do?" she asked.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-29 03:37 pm UTC (link)
Closer now, Dean could see the texture of her skin, the look in her eyes as she looked back at him in the silence of the near dark showers. She looked touchable and he wanted to follow the trail of retreating water along her spine with his fingers. With the water off, it was slowly getting warmer around them it seemed. Though perhaps that was just the affect of their own bodies trying to re-heat themselves after near hypothermic temperatures under the unnaturally cold shower. He took another step closer to her, closing all but a couple of inches between their bodies.

"Am I planning to take you up on it if you do?" he repeated and raised one eyebrow, his eyes focused on hers in the same way she seemed to be focusing on his. He leaned back ever so slightly then and glanced down at her entire bare frame, smiling appreciatively as his gaze caught every inch of her front, sweeping down over her breasts and stomach to her thighs and back up again. "Looks like you have a lot to offer as suggestion. But I can't answer any questions about planning until I know what's on the table."

What was he doing? he wondered. He knew that he'd made his decision then. This was probably going to go as far as it could, unless the cold or some other interruption stopped it. His body still wasn't responding the way it should have but he knew it would eventually if given the chance. If they generated enough heat. He wondered if he was calling her bluff or if she was as serious as she seemed to be. He felt a twinge of guilt and broke eye contact for a moment on the pretense of looking at their clothes on the floor behind them. "Should we find somewhere warmer to debate this?"

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-29 06:34 pm UTC (link)
Grinning smugly, Shannon took a deep breath, holding it without consciously making the effort as he came closer still. Wetting her lips, she watched as he looked her up and down and seemed to be pleased with what he saw. Obviously, that was not only encouraging, but further fuel to the fire, still. "Whatever you want," she admitted, the smug grin falling away from her face, her expression deadly serious and bordering on wanton lust.

Dean looked away, then, asking whether they should find somewhere warmer. Reaching out, Shannon cupped his jaw with one hand and guided his face to look back at her again. "Ever done it up against a wall?" she asked, rather than answer his question. The tone in her voice and perhaps the look on her face, she supposed, would be enough to suggest to him that she had and enjoyed it.

Her hand then fell away from his face, trailing down his neck and chest as she looked back at him. Her eyes flickered over the tattoo on his arm and she thought that he, too, must be want for some sort of release. At the very least, a distraction was due. She knew that was how she felt anyway and she hoped that they were on the same page. She thought of Dean as someone prime for status of fuck buddy. He wasn't really her type, but he was far from unattractive and if he was willing, so was she, without a question. Nothing serious; just a bit of fun to help themselves forget the horrible situation they were both in for a little while. Dean struck her as the type that would appreciate her disinterest in emotional attachment to him after the fact, so she was fairly confident that this arrangement would work quite nicely, if he'd just give in.

And with that thought in mind, Shannon took another step forward, pressing herself against him and trying to ignore the tell-tale flutter of anticipation and excitement in her stomach. Tipping up her chin and rising onto her toes, Shannon whispered, her lips brushing his ear as she did. "I want you. Right here, right now."

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-29 07:20 pm UTC (link)
Dean watched as she wet her lips, looking up at him with that desirous expression. It was hard to resist the urge to let loose on her all of the sexual frustration that had built up. He leaned in toward her, breathing softly against her lips as though he might kiss her. He wouldn't though. Not yet. He didn't want to be the first one to cave. He didn't want to be the one who was ultimately responsible for what would happen if anyone found out about this. He was losing that struggle though. The closer she got, the more coy she played it, the more difficult it was for him to maintain his control.

"Oh, I've done it against the wall," he responded with a nod, turning his face to lightly nip at her fingers. He growled playfully and grinned at her in the half-light. Then, by stepping slowly toward her and flexing his stomach muscles against her hip, he teasingly backed her in the direction of the wall. When her back was against the cold tile he stopped, backing a step away from her with an expression that all but dared her to make another suggestion. He was still trying to figure out if she was playing the game or if she was into it. He was still trying to figure out how to push the thought of Sam being hurt by this from his head.

As she pressed against him again, rising on her toes, he closed his eyes. Her pretty, cold breasts slid up along his stomach and chest, sending a shot of excitement through him. Then her lips on his ear and "I want you. Right here, right now," she'd whispered.

He didn't need much more encouragement than that. He felt her press up against him; her smooth, wet skin slid sensually against his. He was very aware of the intense need to have her right there, up against the wall she seemed to want, as it ripped past his sense of right and wrong and became all there was. One hand caught her face, fingers pushing into her hair as he claimed her lips, unleashing the kiss that had been building up for the past 2 days. The other hand slid around her waist, pulling her impossibly close against him as the heat rose to the surface of his skin again. Finally, he thought. And damn the consequences.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-29 07:47 pm UTC (link)
When Dean had leaned closer, Shannon thought for a fleeting moment that he was going to kiss her. She was fairly disappointed when he didn't. The disappointment, though was short-lived when he said he'd done it against the wall and then backed her up against it. Her mouth opened just slightly in a reversed sort of gasp as her back was pressed against the icy tiles. Dean didn't react right away to her body against his nor to her words and she had a brief moment to consider calling it off for his disinterest, but then he took her face in his hand and kissed her. Victory.

Shannon mirrored his movement by taking his own face in one of her hands again, her other arm snaking around his back and her fingertips clawing at him when he pulled her close. She made a conscious effort not to let her nails sink into his skin. Moving her hands again, she rested them on either of his shoulders and hopped up, wrapping her legs around his waist without breaking away from the kiss. If this didn't help her forget, nothing would.

Shifting slightly against him, Shannon tried to create some sort of friction for herself and moved her hands again, one to the back of his head and the other clutching at his upper back both out of reflex and for support. Finally, she pulled out of the kiss to move her lips to his neck and jaw. His body was warm against hers in spite of the cold showers they'd just taken and his skin was slick as her fingertips pressed into his back. Her breath caught in her throat and she pulled away to let her head fall back, resting it against the wall.

It had been too long since the last time she'd had sex and there was no obligation or liquor involved this time. He wasn't Boone unwittingly getting payment for his devotion and she wasn't drunk this time. There was no guilt for her this time, just pleasure, and that alone, never mind the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips or her body against hers, felt like the most perfect way to begin the closing of Shannon's already wonderful day. Well, all things considered wonderful, anyway.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-29 10:56 pm UTC (link)
When she wrapped her legs around him, he slipped his fingers down the length of her spine as he'd wanted to do before, catching her bottom with his hand, fingers pressing into her firm skin to hold her close again. She smelled so good it was intoxicating. Clean and female. He could feel her warming against him as well in spite of the cold tiles at her back. She was as fierce a kisser as he was and he let himself get lost in this moment of relief. No more holding back. He was going to have her. Completely. At least for a little while.

Her nails on his back sent raw excitement coursing through him. She was moving then and wasn't long before the friction she created brought him back into the moment. He moaned quietly as the last of the cold left his body and he was forced to lean his lower body away from the soft brush of her thighs. Thought better of it and pressed himself against her again, wanting - no needing - the heat she was creating. He found her throat with his mouth as her head fell back, trailing a line of kisses along the skin to the hollow of her throat. He wanted to hear her, feel her need.

What he heard was something stirring somewhere far off. He disregarded it, his fingers questing across her hip, spanning her tummy and sliding upward toward her breasts as he sought out her mouth again with his, capturing it for another feral kiss. There was anger in his kiss now, his fingers were rough on her skin. He hoped he wasn't hurting her but some part of him didn't care right now.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-29 11:30 pm UTC (link)
The feel of Dean flush against her, warm skin pressed to her front in contrast with the cold tile against her back, was nearly electric. Part of her couldn't tell if it was just because it was someone or if it was because it was Dean. She was, after all, attracted to him. He wasn't the sort of guy she'd take home to Mom and Dad - if she had either, that was - and he might not even be the sort of guy she'd date casually, but he was gorgeous and he had the sort of wit that kept her on her toes. In short, the only thing really missing was any kind of emotional attachment on her end. Which, really, considering where they were and what being there probably meant, was okay as far as she was concerned.

His moan and the way he pushed himself against her again after pulling away just briefly received a soft, low hum in response as she felt his lips on her throat. "Oh, fuck..." she whispered, shifting her hips against him and letting out a soft moan. His fingers were moving over her hip and stomach, upward further still and he kissed her again, roughly. Even the feel of his fingers was a little more rough. Contrary to what most men assumed when she slept with them, that was rather the way Shannon preferred it and she growled low in her throat into the kiss as she returned it with just as much ferocity as he was putting into it.

Slowly, Shannon let her hand fall away from the back of his head, trailing down his side and she pulled her hips back just enough to slip her hand between them, grasping him. Not so bad at all, when he wasn't under a cold shower, as it turned out. Maybe she'd even go as far as to say impressive. Of course, she wouldn't say it out loud or even let on to him, but the fact still remained. Her chest rose and fell at a shallow and uneven pace as she pulled out of the kiss just long enough to catch her breath before crushing her lips against his again. Shifting herself against him again, Shannon guided him to herself and ground against him until she was surrounding him completely. She tore her mouth away from his and dropped her head back again, letting out another low moan and rocking her hips against his.

A low pitched creaking sound came, then, echoing through the gym and into the shower room, causing Shannon to freeze momentarily. And then, she heard what she thought was a door slamming shut. Shannon stiffened completely. "Dean, I think there's someone in here," she whispered, a spot of fear mixing with general humiliation at the very thought of being caught in the act; the mood was gone completely from Shannon, drained away and replaced with worry both for their current act being witnessed by another person and with fear of something other than a person making its way inside. Like one of those fucking monsters in the woods that Captain Jack had dubbed a "Weevil" in the journals.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-05-01 02:34 pm UTC (link)
Dean willed himself not to be more forceful with her than he already was. He wanted to be inside her, possess her. His fingers found her hair and tangled into the soft wetness at the nape of her neck as he gave her throat a nip of his teeth, nuzzling her collarbone with his lips, teasing along her skin with his mouth as his fingers trailed upward. The hand on her rear kneaded insistently as the movement of their bodies against each other generated heat against his arousal.

When he felt her fingers encircle him, he paused with a soft intake of breath. Brought back to the moment again by her touch, he focused his will on not throwing her down on the ground and finishing this. He was impatient and it was evident in how his teeth plucked at her lower lip when she finally returned her mouth to his.

Then he was inside her. He moaned a low, "Fuuuck," against her throat as he thrust his hips forward to meet hers. There was nothing but this now. No one but the two of them and the deep need to release the tension and frustration that had built up. All he could do was feel. His senses were completely infused with the scent of her aroused body and the friction of their skin against skin, everything else was background and nothing.

Suddenly she was still. He could hear her voice but it didn't register at first because her stillness shot an arrow of frustration through him. What the fuck was she playing at? He wanted to growl into her hair but he stopped as her words sank in along with the sound he'd heard. Someone here? He felt the cold again all of a sudden and the passion he'd felt dwindled and flickered out as he saw the expression on her face. Sliding away from her he glanced over his shoulder and turned to pad across the tile toward their clothes. "It might not be someone. You might need to run. So here," he whispered and tossed her the hoodie she'd brought for after the shower before moving quickly to find some of his own clothes. He was in complete hunting mode now, brushing aside the disgust attempting to saturate him.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-01 03:17 pm UTC (link)
The loss of him was equally as disappointing as it was frustrating, but the fear she felt overpowered it by far. When he started away, she bent to pick up her things and followed, catching the hoodie as he tossed it to her. Somehow, the bet didn't seem all that important and she pulled the hoodie on, shoving her things unceremoniously into the backpack and taking out a pair of jeans. She skipped screwing around with undergarments and hopped into the jeans, yanking them up with effort over her wet skin.

Dean said it might not be someone and she hated, for the first time, that they were on the same page. Putting the backpack on over her shoulders again, she froze in place as he dressed and listened hard for any further sounds, but there were none. Either she'd been hearing things, someone had opened the door and changed their mind about actually coming in, or whatever was inside was in predator mode, now, keeping quiet as it or they stalked their prey.

She slid her sneakers on and stood close to Dean, swallowing thickly as still no further sound seemed to inhabit the gym. Her breath was shallow and uneven. "Do you hear anything?" she whispered urgently. "I don't hear it anymore..."

Reaching back around herself, she pulled open the front pocket of the backpack and groped blindly until her hand closed around the lighter. She didn't, however, strike it again, yet. She'd wait until Dean asked her to, because she didn't want to draw attention to them if they were being silently stalked.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-05-01 04:53 pm UTC (link)
Dean bent over his own clothes and tugged on his boxers first, standing up straight again to listen for any further sounds that might be coming from the rest of the gym. He listened a long moment, hearing nothing more than a soughing wind at the window. Then reaching down he pulled on his jeans and tossed around for his t-shirt in the middle of the pile of boots and leather. His mind was whirling through the possibilities, mentally checking off things it could not be and adding things it might be in the same fast pace he had been used to working before this place.

Once he was finally dressed, he glanced over at Shannon who was standing close to him again. His eyes didn't stay long on her before flickering back to the darkness at the door to the showers. "No, I don't hear a thing, Shannon," he answered her, his voice low and a bit hard. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket and walked a step or two away from her, closer to the door. He held his breath and listened again. Still nothing.

He knew he'd heard something like a rustle before. It hadn't registered in his mind as anything dangerous. More like the sound of the wind or someone maybe passing by the building. He'd heard that people stayed in the place too and perhaps they were coming back for the evening to rest since the fucking alarms had been keeping everyone from sleep for over 12 hours. And while he hadn't really wanted to get caught with his pants down, literally, it would not have been the end of the world. Well. Unless it was Sam.

He tossed his gaze over his shoulder at Shannon. She looked almost scared to death in the slight light from the window. He saw her fumbling for something in her pocket and turned back to the door. Taking a few more steps away from her, he peeked out into the hall from the corner of the doorway. Nothing moved. Nothing made a sound. He saw nothing.

"I think we're safe," he said without looking at her. "Come on. I'll walk you out of the building."

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-01 05:59 pm UTC (link)
It was weird, but Dean didn't seem afraid at all. He'd heard the sound, right? Shannon's brow furrowed slightly at the idea that she'd been hearing things that weren't there and that she'd just interrupted both of them from a perfectly good - amazingly good - release for nothing. For that, she felt sheepish and stupid; and guilty.

He confirmed that it was silent out there, now, and Shannon still couldn't decide if that was a comfort or a higher threat. She, too, held her breath as she listened. There was nothing. Shannon's heart thumped in her chest even as her stomach dropped; maybe she really had interrupted them over nothing. Dean didn't seem at all interested in picking up where they'd left off, either, whether because he still thought maybe there was a threat or because he was upset at thinking she'd done it because she was a cock tease. The latter was far from true and she found a tiny part of herself wishing she'd just kept her mouth shut, since it seemed like there was nothing there, now. Dean confirmed that he felt that way, telling her that he thought they were safe and offering to walk her out. If there was nothing there, Shannon didn't want to go.

But, because he didn't look back at her and showed no sign of wanting to finish what they'd started, Shannon couldn't think of any other reason to stay. So, eyes downward, she flicked on the lighter and came up beside him. "Thanks," she said softly. She made sure that the disappointment and guilt she felt didn't translate into her tone of voice. The last thing she needed was for Dean to think her a cock tease and a martyr. "Can you just take me home?" she asked after a moment, looking up at him. "I mean, back to the museum," she clarified.

Shannon felt like she owed Dean an apology, but she couldn't bring herself to give it. Shannon wasn't a big fan of apologizing, anyway, but it hadn't been her fault that she'd thought she'd heard someone coming in and it wasn't her fault that she had hated the idea of being caught in such a compromising position, whether by another captive or a beast. She felt badly, yeah, because she'd started the whole thing, but she hadn't stopped them on purpose or anything; it hadn't been just to fuck around or mess with his head. So, she bit back the apology on the tip of her tongue and made no move forward, waiting for Dean to take the lead.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-05-01 08:55 pm UTC (link)
It was true. Dean was far from afraid. When his mind went into auto-pilot on a hunt, there was very little fear until perhaps he was face to face with exactly what the cause of everything happened to be. Even then, though, he wasn't always afraid of what he hunted. Sometimes it was righteous anger that fueled his fights and take downs. He had a lot of that these days. The Weevils. The sirens. The lack of sleep. Whatever it was that had stopped her in mid-fuck to go investigate a noise. Now, instead of having a release of tension and frustration he was full of both. His cock throbbed inside his pants, reminding him of what had almost been. It was enough to make him want to yell at the ceiling.

Instead, still not looking back at Shannon because he did not want her to see the expression on his face, he held out his hand in a gesture meant to beckon her closer to the door. He kept his eyes on the hallway and stepped out into it, his gaze sweeping back and forth in the dim light. He paused again to liste. Still nothing. He wanted to make sure she saw that there was nothing there. Not a fucking thing.

He wasn't exactly sure why he felt so mad right now. It was like adrenaline pumping through his system. Especially when she asked him to just take her home. Yeah, he thought. Sure, I'll take you home, back to Sam. Why not? He's who you wanted to be with anyway."

Out loud he simply muttered, "Okay. I'll take you back to the museum. Just be careful, there's a bunch of boxes on the left side of this hall over here." He glanced back over his shoulder at her then to see if she was following and how close. She still looked like she was about to run and hide somewhere. Like she thought something might jump out of the darkness at them. He still heard nothing. Well it was onward and upward now. Back to the museum like nothing had happened. And he was going to fucking sleep if it killed him. This emo shit was over. He was definitely not going to care about it anymore.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-01 09:38 pm UTC (link)
There was a tension in the air that Shannon didn't like one bit, even as Dean agreed to take her back to the museum after beckoning her closer to the door. She looked out cautiously and felt her face go red with embarrassment when she realized he was right; there was nothing out there. She followed Dean out and carefully side-stepped the boxes he'd indicated before heading the rest of the way down the short hall that opened out to the main court of the gym.

"So, do I get the cry baby award today or what?" she joked weakly, her face hot and blushing for the stupidity she felt in being wrong. "Or maybe the scaredy-cat award. So much for Super Girl; guess I'm useless without my metal bar, huh?"

It was uncomfortable, trying to talk to him. She didn't want them to leave on a sour note; Shannon genuinely liked spending time with Dean. She'd have really liked to finish fucking him, but that was neither here nor there. So, she'd not only ruined a perfectly good evening of debauchery, but she found herself annoyed, too, that she'd lost the bet with Leo in her haste to dress in anything that would allow her to move, should she have to.

"I feel like an idiot," she admitted, rolling her eyes at herself as she pushed open the gym doors and waited for him to go outside first. Still, just in case.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-05-01 09:52 pm UTC (link)
Dean looked back at her over his shoulder. He wasn't quite sure what the expression was on her face because it was half hidden in the shadows but her tone of voice was a bit sheepish. It made his anger melt somewhat. Or at least it made him pause before saying something mean in response. Why he felt the need to take this out on her was beyond him. There was more to it than just having been interrupted in the middle of tension relief. He'd risked his relationship with his brother and she'd ended it for what turned out to be nothing but what if it HAD been something?

Slowing his step until she was right next to him, Dean answered quietly, "Yeah so much for Super Girl. Private Pretty still holds though."

His voice was a bit flatter than he'd meant it to be but he hoped she'd take it at face value. He was trying not to take anymore ego blows from her than he had to. That's what it felt like he'd had to do. Again. The first time they'd met he'd had to take a blow to keep her happy. Seemed like Sam got the good parts from where he stood. After having been with Cassie so long, Dean knew that the good parts weren't just sex but emotion. Making love. Sam hadn't made love with Shannon (as far as he knew) but there had been real emotions shared between them. It was the precursor. Something Dean would never have with her. And that - THAT was why he was angry. Jealous of his brother. His brother he still didn't know very well. Over a girl who was probably nothing like the girl he was trying to recapture. Self-decption, Winchester. Not attractive.

They'd reached the door to the outside now and, stepping aside, Dean held it open for her, allowing sunlight to spill in across her face. He was struck again then with how pretty she was. He wanted to kiss her again, push her back into the darkness and finish what they started. Except it wouldn't be what he wanted anymore. So instead he swayed his arm toward the outside and smiled, allowing the mask of charm to hide his face. "Your chariot awaits. Er, well, no place like home?"

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-01 10:17 pm UTC (link)
Shannon gave Dean a small, impish smile in response to him telling her that the more recent nickname was still in place. Well, at least he didn't hate her, it seemed like. She'd hate her...that had to have been one severe case of blue balls and normally Shannon never caused that. Unless, of course, she was just being mean. She'd done it to a few guys, but not ones like Dean. Not ones that saved her life.

But when he waved an arm for her to leave first and gave her one of those smiles that had attracted her to him in the first place, Shannon relaxed. Okay, he wasn't mad. That was good. She smirked back and gave a playful roll of her eyes. "I fucking wish there was a chariot," she laughed. The second part of his statement stung a little, if only because she'd just talked to the Doctor and Sam the night before about not having a home, but she didn't let it show on her face. "As close as we're gonna get, anyway, right?" she asked playfully.

Once again, Shannon wrapped her arms around herself to block the cold as best she could when a breeze picked up and she could already feel the chunks of hair framing her face getting stiff as they froze. That was right about the time when she realized just how uncomfortable she was without a bra or a pair of panties, not to mention the fact that she hadn't dried off before getting dressed. The sooner they got back to the museum, the better. Now she was definitely locking herself in one of the back rooms, if not only to finish herself off, but to lay her clothes out by the torch to dry while she did it.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-05-02 12:53 am UTC (link)
Her smile annoyed him and he tried not to look at her again. He felt stupid. Entirely and utterly like an ass. I risked Sam for her, he thought. Which seemed like the unpardonable sin right now because he was both beating himself up for not having been able to brush it all off and finish what they'd started after nothing was found to suggest anyone was going to catch them in the act and he was making nice with her when what he saw when he looked at her was a pale comparison to what he wanted. Such a shallow and unfair thing, he supposed, since he'd been fine with it when the moment had presented itself.

"Yeah. Chariot equals feet in this scenario. Guess I'm not magically delicious or anything. Sorry about that," he quipped darkly, his eyes adjusting slowly to the sun so that he appeared to be squinting at everything like a newborn baby might do to the outside world. He waited long enough, holding the door, for her to slip outside, and then let it go. Then he was off at a clip that wasn't exactly speedy but it was upbeat and determined. He was getting her back to the museum fast as he could manage. He'd promised Luna he'd come see her and now that there didn't seem to be a reason to postpone, he was so going. He'd get the fuck out of dodge and emoville and land in the place where pixie sticks and frogmen roamed. It sounded perfect to him.

"Well at least you're not wearing the hideous dress from before," he said as though they'd been discussing it when really it had been a total non-sequitur due to the fact that he couldn't think of anything more to say. He felt like a fraud. Like a scam artist. He'd been not 24 hours ago discussing his mother's death by demon with Sam. Sam who had said Dean was the best person he knew. Well Sam could never know that Dean would sacrafice their relationship for a disinterested girl. Ever.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-02 01:07 am UTC (link)
"I'm getting used to it," Shannon replied in the same not-quite, but nearly-humorless tone. "Chariot equaling feet, that is," she clarified. Dean was moving faster than she'd have expected, but it was cold out and so it only surprised her a little. Hugging herself a little tighter, she moved faster to catch up to him, walking beside him and frowning when she could see her breath in the air. This place sucked so hard.

She smiled weakly in response to his remark about the awful outfit and shrugged. "Yeah, but this means I've officially lost the bet, which totally sucks," she replied. "Then again, we didn't really have any terms to it, so it's not like I owe the guy my food stash for it or anything," she added, actually thinking to herself that that was probably a good thing, because there was no way she'd give it up to him in this situation. It wasn't a fair loss on her part, she felt. Still, she'd 'fess up if he asked. But only if he asked.

It was starting to get dark and Shannon wished again that she had her torch. And actually, that reminded her... "Did you want me to show you how to make a torch tonight? I have to make a new one anyway; mine's pretty much dead," she replied. Already she could see the museum up ahead. While it was still fairly far ahead, it surprised her a little how fast they were moving when she hadn't really realized it.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-05-02 01:16 am UTC (link)
"Well at least his place isn't huge," he commented, watching his breath puff out in front of him. It was that strange, blue cold that always came before snow in Ohio. He wondered again if this wasn't the midwest like he'd been talking about in the journals. Upper Peninsula Michigan was the better bet. Especially if he was right about the snow.

Walking was a bit annoying too at the moment. As fast as he was walking, he was causing rub burn on his ass and other sensitive areas for not having dried off and cooled down before putting his clothes back on. Not to mention the moisture made him feel colder than normal. He rubbed his bare hands together and looked over his shoulder at Shannon. She looked colder than the other day when they'd faced the Weevils. Stopping, in spite of himself, he took a few steps back toward her and slid the jacket around her shoulders.

"Thanks but I think I can figure it out. Fuel and fodder and all that good stuff. But I really appreciate it," he said, turning to her briefly with a slight smile as though that would convince her that the shit he'd just said was really part of his personality. He couldn't be bothered to hide his frustration right now. The best bet was to get her back, settle her in with Sam and take off again. Sam would know what to do with her, take care of her. She'd be fine with Sam and that was what she wanted anyway, he was sure of it. It was what Dean wanted at least. Sam would be happy.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-02 01:32 am UTC (link)
Chafing. So that's what that felt like... This was going to leave brush burns in the worst possible places. And while he wasn't much bigger, Dean was still taller, so his strides carried him further than her strides carried her. Which meant, of course, that she had to walk faster to keep up. Too bad the gas station hadn't had any travel-sized lotions. That might've helped a little...

Shannon was taken by surprise when Dean hadn't offered her his jacket this time before just putting it over her shoulders. She certainly hadn't expected him to do that, especially after-- Well, suffice it to say, she hadn't expected him to give her his jacket. Still, she was freezing her butt off, especially with her hair sopping wet and dripping down the back of the hoodie as she walked, so she pulled it closer around herself. "Thank you," she said sincerely, looking up at him and offering a tiny, grateful smile.

When he said he could figure out the torch by himself, she nodded. He seemed like a resourceful guy, what did he need her help for? "Okay," she replied simply, looking ahead again. They were only a few yards from the museum, now, and she was glad. The museum meant fire, warmth, and privacy, so that she could change into dry clothes - again - and warm herself up.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-05-02 01:40 am UTC (link)
"Welcome," was all he said as she thanked him. His jacket seemed like nothing compared to what all had passed between them. Regardless of how he felt, he was not going to let her freeze with her wet hair and wet skin under the clothes she pulled on herself. He thought about what Sam had said about her having been yanked from a deserted island. Had it been warm there? Was she having a hard time adjusting. Fuck. Why was he even taking the time care about it?

Because you're not as hard as you think you are, Winchester, he thought but it was Cassie's voice he heard. For fuck's sake he was tired. He needed something to get all of this and the memory loss and Sam and Cassie out of his head.

Which is why when they reached the museum, Dean stopped. He turned to face her casually and then glanced up at the old ruin of a building. "Well, here you are, Private Pretty. Home sweet wreck. I uh don't think I'll go in right now. I promised I'd be somewhere else and I sort of figure I should honor the promise. Now, anyway." He smiled at her but it didn't reach his eyes. "If I don't see you later, sweet dreams. Don't let the bed bugs bite or the sirens keep you awake!"

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-02 01:53 am UTC (link)
They'd reached the museum in what Shannon thought must have been record time. "Thanks, Hulk," she teased, smirking. The smirk faltered just slightly when he inferred that he might not be back later, but she nodded. "Fair enough," she replied. "You, too. Or you either. Or both?" she asked, wrinkling her nose a little as she laughed.

Shannon took off the jacket and held it out to him again. "Thanks again," she said. "Have fun," she added with a smile that her eyes betrayed. Really, she hated to see him go, because if she was lucky, maybe no one was in the museum and then he could finish what she'd started, but he seemed pretty intent on being somewhere else and she wondered if the reason he'd been so resistant at first in the gym was because he'd known he had somewhere else to be and she'd been holding him up. She hoped that wasn't the case. Especially if it was another girl. Why that mattered to her, she wasn't entirely sure, but it did and now the green-eyed monster was nibbling at her thoughts.

Shaking it off, she wrapped her arms around herself again and gave him another small smile to try and cover any expression that might've changed on her face when she'd been thinking it. She almost - almost - said something to the effect of 'next time, we'll make it twice as rough to make up for it,' but something told her that was a bad idea. Maybe another time. Definitely not right now.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-05-02 10:29 pm UTC (link)
"Anytime, Shannon. Thanks," he answered her teasing with a straight reply. He didn't feel funny or amusable right now. He - well he felt empty. He'd tried to use her to fill a void. Normally that wouldn't have bothered him but it did right now. In this place where everything was against them. He couldn't stick around and deal with it now and it didn't seem like she cared either. Which was nice because it let him off the hook so to speak.

"Ah yes," he smiled and nodded. "I think it will be fun sitting around drinking beer and talking about rare, special animals and pixie sticks." He grinned and shook his head, the first genuine thing he'd done in quite some time. The hope of a less sexual release of tension seemed to be right just about now. He almost considered inviting Shannon along but her expression suddenly looked ... uncomfortable? That was kind of unexpected and a little too late. It tugged at him but he couldn't be swayed now.

He took back his jacket without thinking. Slinging it over his shoulder he almost thought better of it except he knew she had more clothes and she was about to get back inside. Shelter. She would be fine and there would be someone to take care of her inside. He knew there would be. Except when he looked back at her. She looked so small and huddled into herself. He felt a bit guilty for taking the attitude of just dumping her off here and moving on.

Giving her a smile that met his eyes this time, though not in a sarcastic and interested way, he touched her arm. "You'll be okay, right?" he asked. Then, pressing his fingers into her lower back, he pulled her gently toward him and kissed her full on the lips. It was a farewell of sorts. He kissed her goodbye. He kissed Cassie goodbye. He would not use her again.

"See you later, Private Pretty," he said, releasing her and moving away.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-03 12:22 am UTC (link)
Shannon blinked and forced another small smile. She was holding him up. He was going to see Luna. Luna who was practically perfect. Luna who was prettier than she was. Luna who was tiny and petite and vomitously perky, just like men liked women to be. Luna who she felt was standing between she and Sam. And Dean was dropping Shannon off to go off and hang out with her. It sort of felt like a slap in the face when she thought about it, but it wasn't her place to feel shunted, so she said nothing about that. "Warm, skunky beer and Pixie Stix, huh? Sorry I'll be missing that," she said sarcastically, wrinkling her nose slightly at the idea of those two vastly different flavors being mixed. Never mind the jealousy, that was just disgusting.

He took his jacket back and slung it over his shoulder. Dean really was going to just...go. After that, he was just gonna fuck off and meet up with some other girl. She supposed she deserved that, but it didn't make it hurt any less. Though, then he looked back at her and gave what she thought might've been the first genuine smile since she'd stopped them finishing what they'd started in the shower and she returned it with a weaker version of the same. "Yeah, I'll be fine," she said. She supposed it was true enough, even if she'd be lonely and stewing silently. On the grand scale, though, the answer wasn't a lie.

When Dean pulled her close, though, and kissed her, she was taken aback slightly. It didn't feel like the kiss at the gym. It felt...final. Which, of course, wasn't to say it was bad...but it wasn't what she'd have liked. Still, she returned it and in spite of her reflex urge to do so, she didn't put her all into it; didn't give him a reason to want to stay, because she felt it was a little too late for that. There was just something about how stiff their interaction had become that lent her the idea that something like that would've been unwelcome, at best.

"Later," she said softly as he moved away. She gave him another small smile and then pursed her lips against a frown, because in spite of the fact that it wasn't Dean she was all that interested in - not for more than a little fun, anyway - it still felt like a rejection. Once again, she gave a small wave and then took a few steps back before turning her back on him; watching him walk away would've been too melodramatic for her taste. And then, she let herself into the museum, closed the door behind herself, and sighed. No one around. At least she wouldn't get caught in the act this time...which would be decidedly worse than in the shower, because this time, she'd be alone.

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