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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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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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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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