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Tweak says, "Look! I'm wearing a vegetable!"

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

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!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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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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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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