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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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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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