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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
2009-05-03 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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