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Luna Lovegood (luna_llena) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-28 17:32:00

Entry tags:

!incomplete, day 05, dean winchester, location: church, luna lovegood, sam winchester

Who: Luna Lovegood, Dean and Sam Winchester
What: Beer and Pixie Sticks
When: Evening
Where: Outside the Church
Rating: TBA (Dean has an interesting vocab at times)
Status: Active

Night was in the wings to fall, Luna noticed as she sat on the steps at the front of the church. Back in the pants, button up shirt, suspenders and jean jacket she had worn not long before, it was cool but not extremely cold for her. Growing up in England and going on regular trips to Icelandic countries tended to keep one used to cold temperatures as a rule.

Dean had specified that his and Sam's father had been his height, when she had asked if either of their parents had been half giants, but he had never said how tall he was. So, perhaps, he was another extremely tall individual. The Second Sam she had met that morning when he had arrived with Martha had also had attributes of a quarter giant. But, perhaps, America was full of such tall people. Visits to Sweden had revealed even larger individuals, but everyone knew that the water was magically inclined to overly large Muggles in that country. It was quite common knowledge.

Eating a small bar of chocolate, and avoiding the small cluster of multicolored dextrosey Pixie Walking Sticks in her lap, Luna was more interested in inspecting the clouds above than watching for any approaching persons. The obscured sky was easier to contemplate than some subjects that she would rather avoid her mind lighting upon.

Nightmares of a dungeon, Confoundus Charms, what porcupine pudding tasted of...

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hellsboy
2009-04-28 08:15 pm UTC (link)

He felt like he'd walked around the world twice today. He'd been to all four corners of the small town and on every road too. It was time to wind up the day and what better way to do it, he thought, than to debate pixie sticks and rare animals with a girl interested in trying skunky alcohol as long as it didn't have animal by-products in it. Not to mention he was clean now. The evening air was chilly, especially given that his hair was wet, but he was warm enough for this.

Having stopped at the liquor store and grabbed a couple six packs of warm, disgusting, off-brand beer, Dean was nearly to the church before he actually saw Luna. At least, he was pretty sure it was her. Shannon had done an excellent job of describing her if it was indeed Luna. The girl was tiny and practically perfect. He smiled instantly and stopped far enough away to watch her gazing up at the clouds for a long moment, appreciating her prettiness and ease in her surroundings.

Then, because he couldn't stand there anymore without feeling like a peeping tom, he started walking again only to stop beside her. "Luna?" he asked. Setting down the beer he'd carried under his arm, he offered her his hand. "Dean Winchester, Sam's brother. Here for the dextrose tasting."

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luna_llena
2009-04-28 10:43 pm UTC (link)

The witch had been leaning back on one hand, so she could better look up at the sky, slowly eating her bar of chocolate.

It had taken most of the day for her to believe that Death Eaters were definitely not lurking in the shadows. Well, not definitely, little was definite in this world. But, at least, her guard had lowered until it was down to its usually undetectable levels. She was not entirely unaware of the world around her, it merely seemed that way.

At the sound of her name, she tilted her head back up, still leaning backwards on that one hand, the bar of chocolate against her lips. Luna tilted her head while she inspected the handsome man. Both alike and unalike her friend Sam in looks. Lighter hair, stockier body, slightly bowlegged stance. There was a scar on his chin that was quite interesting, she thought.

"Are you sure that neither of your parents were half giants? You are awful tall." And then she smiled, looking at the odd little metal cans that Muggles liked to put fluids in. Something she had not discovered until she had turned nineteen. "And you brought beer not made of skunks as trade?" Dean was tall enough that she had to nearly look back up at the sky again to look at him.

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hellsboy
2009-04-28 10:53 pm UTC (link)

Dean chuckled goodnaturedly, eyes twinkling as she asked about his parents. "I'm pretty sure they weren't half giants or anything near giants. As far as tall goes, I think I'm about average for where I come from." He liked the way she looked at him. There was an open, honestness to it that afforded him an idea of what she was thinking when she took in his physical appearance.

"Yes, skunky beer only made from grains and other natural ingredients. No animals in the beer, I promise. Want one?" he asked, smiling as he sat down beside her and pulling a can from the plastic circle holding it to the other five in the pack. He held it out to her, careful not to shake it. "It's not cold but it's got the alcohol which I think is all that matters."

He settled down with his own beer, flipping the top and clinking his can against hers before taking a sip and looking up at the clouds. "Nice night. Think the stars will come out tonight? It's been a long time since I've really looked up. Even longer since I was back in big sky country without light pollution blocking out the stars."

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luna_llena
2009-04-29 12:28 am UTC (link)

"So Americans are all extremely tall then?" Sam was extremely tall, Second Sam was tall (she thought he was American), Shannon was much taller than herself. She looked down herself, kicking her legs a bit. The reason for her tinyhood was something completely different than environmental.

Looking back at him, she took another bite of her chocolate.

Good that there was not anything animal like in those cans. She would feel bad about that. At his smile, she returned it with one of her own, bright and sunny. "Yes, thank you." When she reached over to take it, her fingers brushed his for a second, "I have never drank beer cold before, is it an American custom?" Luna was not a particularly big fan of beer, but she had drunk the stuff here and there over the years. Alcohol was a staple to the British, at least in her experience.

"Cheers," the witch smiled as he tapped her can with his. Her very first careful drink of the substance earned the drink a wrinkled nose as she pulled the can away to look at it. "Trace the shapes in the sky made of stars, like when I was a child." Keeping herself on that arm, she bent back until she was leaning back on her elbow. "The stars are hard to find in London, but at home, in Devon, you can see spark in the darkness."

Taking another drink, steeling past the taste, she looked over at him for a second. "I love the sky."

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hellsboy
2009-04-29 09:02 am UTC (link)

"Maybe they're tall to you. We all seem to be pretty normal to me. Well, except Sam. He's never been normal but that has nothing to do with how tall he is." He grinned and winked at her. He wondered just when all his trashing on his brother would catch up with him. It was all in good fun though. Nothing mean meant by it. Well, not much really.

He watched her eat the chocolate and thought how refreshing it was to see a girl who wasn't afraid of it putting an extra hundred pounds on her hips. Judging from her tiny figure, she never had to worry about that. He caught himself smiling appreciatively and glanced away, shaking his head at himself, only to look back somewhat sharply at her fingers brushed his. That translated and he immediately smiled again at her.

You're a dog, Winchester. But what was it with these blondes today?

"Yep," he replied, his tone edged with playful mocking. "Beer is the ultimate American custom." He chuckled and took another sip. "And, if you can drink an entire can of this stuff, I'll think about making you an honorary American for taking part in our best custom."

He watched her again. This time from the corner of his eye as he nursed the disgusting beer. She seemed so at ease. He wondered what her life had been like before being dropped into this place that she could be so easy with it all. She was talking about the stars, reminiscing and it struck him that she must really be at peace internally. He envied her that and hoped that wasn't in his expression when she glanced over at him.

"Ah yes, the sky. Blue pixie sticks?" he asked.

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luna_llena
2009-04-29 10:28 am UTC (link)

Dean seemed to smile more than anyone else that she had met in this bubble village so far. Granted, it was not exactly a smiling place, but somehow he managed to enjoy the moment. She smiled at him, his wink reminding her of boys at Hogwarts who would wink at all the pretty girls, but not exactly in her direction. Oh, and of that old bookseller she liked in Diagon Alley, he always winked at her to make her smile. Curious as it occurred to her, she had to ask, "You've not taken Vicodin, have you?"

After all, Andy had smiled much more after having some of the substance. Whatever it was.

She took another drink of her beer, looking through the hole cut in the top to try to see the liquid inside. How were you supposed to determine whether or not insects were having boat races on the suds when you could not see the beer inside? Which was why, she believed that beer was usually served in a glass bottles or glasses. "It tastes a bit of metal," she observed.

"It was invented over 11,000 years ago in Egypt, did you know?" Someone, she believed it actually had been on that first trip to Egypt at eighteen, had told her the fact. And she thought it was interesting and that it might appeal to him, as she sent him a small smile. "Their prayers to a Goddess Ninkasi actually were a prayer and a recipe rolled all in one." Another drink, "We serve ours warm, but far sweeter than this." An honorary American, "Would I need to give up British citizenship?"

She glanced over at Dean, and was puzzled by the expression on his face. "What is it?" After not being able to translate what Andy had been thinking about and what he had been saying by looking at his face, Luna had come to the conclusion that it was either an American thing, or a Not-Muggle thing. And was curious to know what he was thinking.

Luna set down her beer long enough to pick out a few blue pixie crutches to offer out to him, "Sky for your pocket."

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hellsboy
2009-04-29 11:17 am UTC (link)

Luna was definitely in a category all of her own. Dean almost choked on a swallow of beer as he laughed. "Vicodin? No," he answered, wiping at a dribble of beer that had flecked his shirt when he'd pulled the can away from his mouth to laugh without choking to death. "Why would I take Vicodin? I'm not in any pain. Er, well not a lot at least." Absently he lifted the edge of his sleeve to rub at the tattoo that both itched and hurt at the same time. It wasn't a big deal. Nothing he couldn't ignore really.

"Yeah, it's pretty gross, isn't it?" he agreed and drained the can, crushing it in his fist with one quick move. "Good old Egyptians." He guessed the taste was growing on him. He'd had enough of it with Shannon and on his own to have gotten used to it. Still, warm beer made him want to gag on some levels. "Warm beer is not really what Americans prefer. Sweet neither. You wouldn't have to give up British citizenship for the honorary title. It'd be the same as saying I'll make you an honorary Winchester if you drink a second can of this stuff."

He was grinning again as he teased her, prodding her into getting a little tipsy with him. He shrugged when she questioned his expression with her own puzzled one. "Not a thing, sweetcheeks. Just enjoying the view." And he winked again at her, realizing that she was not at all on the same page as he was as far as flirtatious behavior went.

"Ah, I was hoping you'd bring some sky for my pocket. Thank you!" He leaned toward her, holding open his shirt pocket for her to pop the pixie sticks into. "Are there any stars in these?"

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luna_llena
2009-04-29 01:54 pm UTC (link)

It was a mixture of interest and curiosity that Luna watched Dean choked/laughed/spat up his beer. What a strange reaction to a simple question. "I thought Vicodin made people more complimentary," she shrugged as she followed his action enough to lean over and peer closer. Personal space really did not factor into her personality, which others tended to take as they did. With two fingers gingerly touching the bottom of the dark tattoo exposed by his movement.

Concern and old memories flowed up, "They marked you?" The words came out nearly in a whisper, remembering marks in her own skin before they had been magically removed. Brushing the fingerpads of those fingers across the word, "Expired" she shook her head slowly. "That was not very nice. Not nice at all."

Her can of beer was picked up, and far more drunk of it in the next mouthful than before. "Our beer," she began to float back to a more comfortable subject, "Butterbeer, it is sweet and fizzy. Warms you up on cold days." It was something that would certainly come in handy here. "When the snow falls all around, shopping for Christmas presents, a pint makes everything toasty and warm." Fond memories of swirling snowflakes, a bottle of butterbeer held in her hands and sitting out with her parents rose and overtook the ones of Lucius and the dungeons.

Looking at the can again as if it was a foreign creature, she jutted out her bottom lip and then nodded. "I think I could perhaps finish two." Although she was not sure what benefits a pair of honorary titles would gain her, they did sound interesting. After all, she did not know any Honorary Americans.

He grinned, and she smiled right back. She did like his smile. It pulled that scar on his chin up in a fascinating way. His words made her look back up at the sky, "It would be a better view without the clouds obscuring the stars, but still lovely." Another wink, he was very good at that.

"You are welcome," Luna smiled with her reply. On a whim she had slipped a few yellow ones in among the blue. Everyone needed sunshine with their sky. To place them into his pocket, she did have to lean in and reach somewhat over him. Which was an interesting proximity.

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hellsboy
2009-04-29 04:08 pm UTC (link)

"If by complimentary you mean loopy, sure. Vicodin is a heavy painkiller though. Most people only take it if they are in a lot of pain. I've only had to take it once, back when I broke my arm chasing a particularly nasty ghost though a rotting farmhouse and fell through the floor." He wasn't sure why he was explaining that to her but it kind of felt nice to talk about something from his past again. This was the first conversation since it had been jogged back into place that he'd had where he'd gotten the chance to reminisce.

He took a long drink from the can, eyeing her as she moved in to touch his tattoo. The expression on her face was so serious that he wondered what else she was thinking about when she looked at the red-rimmed black ink. He winced slightly as her tiny fingers skimmed the lettering, sending a spark of pain and itch through his bicep again. "No," he agreed. "It wasn't nice. I'm not expired. I'm in my prime." He touched her hand with his free one and smiled softly as he moved it away from his arm. His fingers closed over hers gently for a moment before he released them again to finish the beer in his second can.

"Ah so your beer is more a sort of seasonal thing. Kinda like hot chocolate in America. At least, that's what most kids drink when it's cold. I lean more toward coffee myself."

He continued to smile, watching her as she stayed close. Either she enjoyed his company or she didn't have much of a concept of personal space. It didn't particularly matter which was the case because he liked that she was close. She smelled sweet and sugary or maybe that was just a suggestion brought on by the pixie sticks and her sweet disposition. Regardless, this was pleasant. No balancing act of attraction and guilt the way it was with Shannon. This was pretty carefree and relaxed. Her internal peacefulness was infectious and he found himself simply smiling at her like an idiot but he didn't care.

Which was probably why when she leaned in closer to reach over and put the pixie sticks in his pocket, he didn't resist the impulse to kiss her cheek. It took him by surprise but he played it off with a light laugh. "I think some yellow pixie sticks taste like Luna's smiles," he said, teasing her in hopes she'd smile and not smack him for having taken the liberty.

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luna_llena
2009-04-29 08:02 pm UTC (link)

"Hm," and then after a moment. "What does loopiness have to do with 'balls?'" That she was still curious about. "Does it boost testosterone levels?" Luna visibly perked up when he spoke of ghosts, "A ghost? Why were you chasing a ghost?" Didn't he know that ghosts could be a lot faster than humans? That they could float through walls? This seemed interesting.

She had not meant to hurt him in touching the mark, far more used to magically attached tattoos or open wounds than this odd middle ground. Dean gently pulled her outstretched hand away from the tattoo, and the sight of his much larger hand over hers was sort of fascinating. When he released her fingers after a moment, she followed his lead and picked up her own can of beer.

"I like hot chocolate as well," with a firm little nod, she punctuated the fact. Just before wrinkling her nose up slightly. "Coffee?" She shook her blonde head, "I prefer tea. With honey and milk."

Part of the reason that she stayed close was because he was radiating heat, the other was because she saw no reason that she should move. If he had told or asked her to, she would have, but otherwise she could not see a reason that it was imperative. Luna had always found it easier to be peaceful than anything else. Things might come and go, dangers and frightening things, but as long as she could see the sky on occasion, dance when she wanted to and look for her magical creatures, there was little reason to be anything else but herself.

If the kiss to her cheeks surprised him, than the sudden lips against her skin certainly surprised her into blinking. "I don't know if they do." And then she smiled, "Are all Americans this affectionate?"

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demonboyking
2009-04-30 01:35 am UTC (link)

Sam had been making his way to the church in order to check up on Luna. Something about their conversation the day before had bothered him. Not only that but he'd begun to feel like Luna was the only person in the glass cage that didn't seem to have any kind of expectation of him. Dean always seemed to be studying him for some cue on how to act and Shannon was always looking to him for some way to get out, as had Andy before they'd had their sort of falling out. Even though sometimes he didn't think he understood everything that Luna was saying, he felt comfortable with her and felt like he got her general meaning.

He wasn't sure if he was ready to speak to Andy yet or not, but it'd been a couple of days and now that Dean was there he didn't feel quite as on edge. Besides, he knew Andy probably hadn't exactly had that great of a time of things, considering he'd been popping Vicoden. In fact, Sam felt a little guilty for not checking in sooner.

He moved towards the church, spotting Luna's blonde hair in the dusk and Dean's familiar form. He was about to call out to them when he saw Dean lean into the distance between them and kiss Luna on the cheek. His steps slowed slightly as he tried to work out exactly might be going on between Luna and his brother. Course he knew that his brother was a big flirt, but with his constant teasing of Shannon and now making some kind of move on Luna he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"Hey," he said, raising his eyebrows in a questioning expression towards his brother as he stepped up in front of them. He spotted the open cans of beer and his look shifted into one of slight exasperation. If Luna had reacted the way she had to pixie sticks, he had no idea what a couple of cans of beer would do to her. He forced a smile and looked at Luna, pointedly avoiding looking at Dean. "What are you doing?"

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hellsboy
2009-04-30 09:17 am UTC (link)

Dean spluttered again and set aside his can completely to keep from laugh-choking himself to death. "Balls?" he asked because it was the last thing he had expected to hear out of her mouth. "Uh yeah... What does loopiness have to do with 'balls'?"

She was fantastic, he thought. Not in the sort of You're fantastic, let's fuck type way but in a more attractively naive way. She had no filter but what came out was never uncomplimentary even if it surprised him. He found himself wanting to just sit here with her for hours, hope some of her sanguine spirit would rub off on him.

The way she reacted to being touched by his hand confused him slightly though. She seemed to have little reaction other than interest in what she was seeing. No feeling seemed to have been attached to it. Now that was a first. Usually girls blushed or simpered or something but she didn't. Which served to somehow make him like her even more than he already did. He'd never met anyone like this girl.

"Ah yeah, tea. Can't say I like the stuff. Too, uh, herbal," he said and chuckled lightly, glancing up at the stars and then back to her again.

It was gratifying that at least his kiss on her cheek had produced a response. Even if she did look like he'd given her an electric shock not a kiss. "No, uh I think it's just me right now. Sorry about that," he answered, leaning back and then suddenly Sam was there demanding to know what they were doing. Which meant his brother was probably there to be defender and protector against the big bad Dean. What was with Sam and all the girls he'd met so far? Were they all under his protectorate or what?

"Nothing, dude. We're having a beer and a chat about the stars," he answered in annoyance even though Sam was purposely not looking at him.

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luna_llena
2009-04-30 04:26 pm UTC (link)

Dean was really getting more beer on himself and in the air than in his stomach at this rate, Luna noted as she calmly drank her own disgusting beer. Sadly, he did not seem to know the answer to her question either, "Perhaps, it, like what hedgehog pudding tastes of, will remain a mystery."

Unused to such easy touching, Luna had only outwardly shown that she had been both surprised and pleased. Perhaps it was just that the British in general tended to be a stuffy lot, or mayhaps it was because of the fact that the Wizarding World was a good deal more formal and old fashioned than even their Muggle counterparts. The fact that she intruded into personal space and was highly tactile was quite unusual, although admittedly not the only thing that was.

Although he might not have been able to see it, she did have a reaction to his touch.

It took a second of tilting her head just so to the side, of observing him, before she shook her head once. "It's alright, I do not mind." She really did not, even if he had not been quite attractive in his own right, the fact that Americans seemed to be much more relaxed at times in their interactions was nearly cathartic. Possibly the cathartic part was leant by the fact that no one had mocked anything she had said to her face.

Sam appeared and she smiled broadly up at her quarter giant friend (Dean had said that they did not know where he had come from, after all). With one last drink she finished her beer and cheerily greeted him, "Sam!" If one had not known that they had just not seen each other in twenty-four hours or so, it would be easy to be confused whether she had seen him five minutes before, or weeks in the past. Setting her now empty can aside, she added to Dean's answer. "I was giving Dean pixie walking sticks."

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demonboyking
2009-05-01 04:54 pm UTC (link)

Sam dragged his gaze away from Luna and looked at Dean, a small frown in place as he shot his brother a look that seemed to question, Really? He could sense the annoyance in Dean's tone though it was hard to tell if it was because Sam was interrupting something or if it was because Sam might have implied that Dean was misbehaving in some way. Sam figured it was probably somewhere in between.

He looked back at Luna who was finishing off her can and then greeted him brightly. Maybe too brightly? It was hard to tell. He moved his eyes over to the cans visible just behind Dean. There were a couple of six packs, but only two or three beers missing.

"The stars, huh?" Sam said, glancing upwards. They were visible and seemingly extra bright against the sky. He lowered his gaze back down and then reached for a beer. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, popping the top and settling himself down on the step beside his brother.

He leaned forward as Luna spoke to him. "Your supply must be running low by now. How many do you have left?"

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hellsboy
2009-05-01 05:16 pm UTC (link)

Dean raised his eyebrows incredulously as Sam asked if he could join them. Even if he didn't know Sam as well as Sam must know him, he could tell what this was about. It was an age-old move. Especially typical of a guy who had a savior complex and thought Dean was the devil. It would have made him laugh as he remembered the times that move had failed in the bars he'd visited on road trips between hunts, but for the fact what it possibly implied to Luna. The last thing he wanted her to think was that she needed a chaperone to hang around him. He wasn't going to make a move on her. He just wanted to sit. And chat about the stars.

Dean scooted away from Sam slightly with a touchy expression on his face. "Seriously? Not in my lap, dude," he grumbled and reached for a third can of beer. Popping the top, he reached over with the can and tapped Luna's again. "Cheers, my sunny friend," he said with a charming grin at Luna. Then, to cover the irritated expression surfacing on his face, he took a long pull from the beer, consuming half the can in one drink.

Oh, Sam, he thought. If you would just get the fuck out of my head I could possibly blow off a little steam finally. Sam had been with him in the shower when he'd been with Shannon. It had taken a lot of convincing himself to push that away and then he'd succeeded at nothing anyway. Now this. Annoying as hell. He loved his brother but this was pushing it.

Glancing at Luna with another roguish smile, he asked, "You ready for another one?"

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luna_llena
2009-05-01 05:46 pm UTC (link)

The day had been...difficult to say the least. Not that the day before had been anything less. Just that there had been less running in and out of forests today, more sitting and being confused in the same room as Andy. Sticks for pixies and beer not made of skunk had sounded compelling in comparison. Even if it was not the butterbeer she was wishing for.

Oh and chocolate frogs. And pudding, ah, pudding.

The two Winchesters were much larger than her, and physically should have been quite intimidating, but she simply did not sense them as threats. After Death Eaters and Death Eater Youth, men she did not even know were hunters seemed tame in comparison. Neither had cursed, tortured or killed anything that she had seen, and did not feel of magic. That they could be another kind of threat, she did not even consider. Muggle or non-magical threats simply did not occur in her world and therefore her mind, not really anyway.

Luna would have nodded to Sam's question, inviting him to sit down, but it seemed unnecessary. Dean tapped his can against her now empty one with one of those smiles she decided she liked, and she returned it with one of her own.

In order to speak directly to the taller of the two men, she had to peer slightly around Dean, "I collected more." The comment was spoken in a happy tone, but still just a shade of her hummingbird happiness when she had investigated the candy the day before. Just in time to be offered another smile from Dean and another beer. "This one and I earn honorary Winchestership, correct?" For a second she was semi busied with consuming her first stick of the pixie people of the night, red, in fact. Before she told Sam with a bit of odd pride in her voice. "I've already earned honorary Americanship."

When she looked skyward again, her mouth formed a neat 'o' as she realized something. "The stars, they're different." Before the clouds had obscured most of the way, but now she could see at least enough to be unable to place the map of shine in the sky.

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demonboyking
2009-05-01 07:03 pm UTC (link)

Sam's mouth thinned at Dean's display of annoyance as he moved away from him. Sam hadn't even gotten that close to him. Sam stifled a sigh as Dean turned his back on him to bump cans with Luna. He took a long drink of his can, wincing at the taste. Warm beer was definitely not something he would've drunk in normal circumstances. Luna moved forward to make eye contact with him and he did the same. "Oh," Sam said, not sure how to react to this information.

Dean offered her another beer and Sam took another drink of his can in order to stop himself from pointing out that she was busy eating a pixie stick. He knew that was obvious to his brother, as well as the fact that Luna wasn't exactly like other girls. Anyone that had talked to her for more than two seconds could obviously see that she was sheltered and a little naive. He coughed on his beer when she asked if she would become an honorary Winchester with her second beer, his hand moving up to wipe his mouth. "It'd probably take more than that," Sam said without thinking. Then he realized he was being counterproductive to his aim of trying to keep Luna from drinking too much and he backtracked quickly. "Two, works though."

Sam looked at Dean, as Luna glanced up at the stars, this look more open in it's annoyance than the ones before. "What do you mean?" he asked Luna, sounding distracted.

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hellsboy
2009-05-01 08:41 pm UTC (link)

Suddenly he felt extremely competitive with Sam. This guy. He'd walked away from the family! He'd decided to never come back. Dean had grieved the loss of his brother for so long until it was no longer something he could handle without being angry over the whole thing. And now they were here and all Dean could do was feel loyal to this kid who had just turned his back and walked away. He'd tossed it a bit to the wind when he'd started things with Shannon but his brother had never out right said that he wanted Shannon for himself. That was a loophole. But Sam had been in his head the entire time. Now Sam was literally here, keeping him from getting close to yet another girl even though Dean wasn't entirely interested in Luna the way he'd been interested in Shannon.

Not that Luna wasn't amazing looking. But he felt so protective of her. He wanted to simply be around her and Sam was making this into something else. Inferring that Dean was being dishonorable with bad intentions. It was enough to make him want to yell in frustration. Not to mention he was so sick of hearing that blasted alarm. This was the day from hell.

Dean tossed a sarcastic smile at Sam as he coughed into his beer. "It'd probably take more than that," Sam said and Dean made a face at him out of Luna's line of sight. Turning to her again though he said, "That is correct, sunshine girl. You are on your way to being an honorary Winchester." He reached over to the half-drunk six pack and pulled another can out for her, setting it beside her hand for whenever she was finished with her hit of dextrose.

With a smug smile at Sam, Dean pulled one of the blue pixie sticks from his shirt pocket and ripped the top from it and tipped the sugar into his mouth. "Delicious sky," he said with a grin at Luna before tossing the empty wrapper over his shoulder toward his brother. "Never had a girl put the sky in my pocket. Thank you."

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luna_llena
2009-05-02 02:57 am UTC (link)

Completely unaware of the reason for the feeling of rising tension between the two men, that it had little to do with her as herself in reality, Luna chalked up their behavior as simply being that of brothers who were in close proximity a good deal.

She was interested in this idea of being an 'honorary Winchester' because the thought of actually belonging to something, if only in an 'honorary' capacity was too tempting to resist. The DA had ended officially when she had been fourteen, unofficially after the war (at least for some), and now they were little more than a memory, an enchanted coin, and a medal of recognition from the Minister.

Sam coughed on his beer, and she had to ask, "Is this normally how American drink your alcohol? It does not seem very efficient." Really, first Dean multiple times, and now Sam. A pattern was beginning to develop. She held out her can to Dean to see if he would crush it as he had his own, curious over why, but thinking it was interesting even without an explanation.

"Oh good," she set her empty paper tube down onto the stairs, tucking the trash under one of the six clusters of metal containers to hold it in place to keep from blowing away. When she opened her second can, it was done carefully, prying the metal tab up with her thumb. The first new drink of horrible tasting alcohol had just passed her lips when the elder of the two brothers ate his pixie stick. His comment and thanks earned him another bright smile, even while Sam questioned her comment about the stars. "You are welcome."

The can had to be momentarily set down so that she could point out what she meant by tracing lines among the stars with one raised finger. "There's supposed to be a bear's face, part of what the Muggles call 'Leo,'" Astronomy had been a class that she had enjoyed quite highly, it was lovely to stare at the stars and be given credit for the pastime. "Or the leggings left on the floor, what they call part of their 'Gemini.'" When she finally lowered her hand, tracing a few more patterns that should be there, but were not. Or were, and she did not recognize, she curled her hand around her can and took another drink.

"I do not recognize any of the stars, they are strangers."

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demonboyking
2009-05-04 02:31 am UTC (link)

This time Sam didn't fight the urge to roll his eyes at his brother when he made a face at his comment on the number of beers it took to be a Winchester. It wasn't as if he was wrong. Dean and their Dad alone would wipe out a six pack without feeling much effect at all. Drinking was a Winchester past time that wasn't taken lightly. His dad had bought him his first beer at fifteen. He wasn't sure what she meant by Americans drinking beer. As far as he knew it was the same in England and America.

Sam's eyebrows seemed to cave in the middle as he gave Dean an exasperated look when he poured the blue pixie stick into his mouth. He knew his brother was doing it, just to rile him up, but that didn't mean that Luna knew that. Besides, Luna was confused enough over the whole kiss with Andy that she didn't need Dean making things more complicated by sending her the wrong signals. The bright smile she gave Dean only made Sam more determined to make sure Dean didn't mess with her right now.

Sam glanced upwards as Luna pointed out the stars, biting back a smile at her descriptions. They weren't exactly what he was used to. He was reminded of camping trips and lying in sleeping bags while Dean pointed out the big dipper. He glanced sideways at his brother, Luna's words striking a chord in him.

They were strangers to him too.

He took a long drink of his beer. "How long have you been interested in Astronomy?" Sam asked, when he couldn't think of anything else to say in the silence following.

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hellsboy
2009-05-04 08:08 am UTC (link)

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean and Dean wanted to say something but he bit his tongue. It wasn't going to do anyone good if they started bickering like they used to when they were kids. Dad had said they sounded like a married couple the few times he'd actually been around to hear them go at it. That wasn't amusing back when they were kids but he almost relished the thought of spouting that tidbit in front of Luna.

"Luna," he asked, instead of goading his brother. "Did we ever discuss what orange pixie sticks taste of over the journals? It didn't look like you had any so we'll probably have to guess." He took another pixie stick from his pocket, a yellow one, and handed it over his shoulder to Sam in an off-handed way. "Here, Sammy, you could use some sweetening up."

Dean was highly amused as he listened to Luna describe the stars she knew. It reminded him of long nights in the passenger seat of the Impala, gazing out at the stars as Dad drove and Sam snored in the back seat. He'd memorized the sky enough to know that Luna had meant "Ursa" and not "Leo" but he wasn't about to correct her. It didn't seem to be necessary anyway since he couldn't even pinpoint the Big Dipper up there in that foreign sky. Of course, that could've just been the fact that the sky wasn't real. It might just be a projection of some sort. They controlled the weather, why not the appearance of the sky?

He watched the side of Luna's face as she spoke about the stars and found himself completely taken in by her again. There was this purity and sweetness to her that he found himself entirely attracted to in a way he'd never been attracted to a girl before. He wasn't waiting for the right moment to try to talk himself into her pants. No, he was waiting for the right moment to crack a joke to see her smile like that again at him. He had no intention of taking advantage of her other than to spend as much time as he could in the seeming aura of optimism and peace.

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luna_llena
2009-05-04 10:36 am UTC (link)

"I do not believe we did." Fairly sure that orange Sticks of Pixies tasted of orange fruits, she nonetheless had an open mind on the topic. Looking down to her lap, she pushed a few aside until she found three orange tubules there. Picking them up, she held one out to each of the men to her side. "We could compare?"

The funny thing was, Luna would not have been surprised to be corrected, it was a common argument when she pointed out what she saw. The Muggle's "Ursa" was supposed to look like the side of a bear, but their "Leo," well if you turned your head and widened your perspective, you could see the face of a black bear

Silence fell for a second, only to be bolstered right back into speech by Sam's question. "When I was little," she chose to answer with the reasoning in a story, rather than with a bulkier truth that would not explain anyway. "My mum used to bundle me up and take me outside, to our clearing in the woods. And I would sit on her lap as she showed me the stars, we would find our own pictures in the night sky." Despite the fact that the memories were relatively old, they were still quite clear, despite her use of them as comfort. "After she died, I would go out on my own, trace over the old pictures."

There was really nothing sad in her tone as she spoke of her mother, although she missed the other witch, there was nothing to be sad about when remembering her. Dropping her gaze momentarily from the sky overhead, to look at each of the Winchesters, "Look we can make new ones, while we stay here." Out of habit, she said 'stay' rather than 'are held.' Wide blue eyes went back to the stars, and she reached one hand up, tracing a new pattern. "I see...a badger in a bad hat. Just there. What do you see?"

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demonboyking
2009-05-05 08:39 am UTC (link)

Sam stared at the extended pixie stick over Dean's shoulder and then grabbed it, fighting the urge to shove his brother's shoulder in the process. Leave it to Dean to suddenly make Sam feel like he's a chubby twelve year old cramping his style.

He softened his glare at the back of Dean's head into a small smile as Luna handed him an orange pixie stick. "Uh, thanks," Sam said, taking it and setting both of them on the step beside him.

Sam leaned forward slightly to look at Luna as she spoke, listening carefully to her story. He thought the fact that Luna's mother used to take her into the woods when she was younger probably attested for her fearlessness in going into them alone. He also felt a pang of sympathy when she indicated that her mother had passed away. For a second he wondered if that was what everyone here at Vas had in common. That they'd lost a mother somewhere along the way, but he quickly pushed it aside as being unlikely.

Sam nodded at her as she glanced at him and then followed her gaze back up to the sky. He squinted up, not quite seeing the same thing Luna's imagination did. In fact, he found his imagination lacking as he stared at the sky. He cleared his throat. Wondering if this game was as subjective as the cloud game he used to play on long car rides when he was a kid. The moment drug out and Sam silently forfeited to Dean, busying himself with draining his beer and reaching for another.

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hellsboy
2009-05-05 02:29 pm UTC (link)

"Thanks, Sunshine." Dean took the orange pixie stick from Luna, letting his fingers brush hers again just to annoy Sam considering he'd noticed no real reaction to his touch from her earlier. He didn't figure it would bother her any more than the close proximity did. She didn't appear to have personal space issues. He downed the second pixie stick and made a face as if thinking. "Mmm."

He took the can Luna had tried to hand him earlier and crushed it for her in one hand the way he'd done his own first can. He winked at her over his display of manly strength and set the collapsed can over beside Sam. Plucking another can from the pack, he popped the top near Sam's ear as he leaned forward to listen to Luna. He watched with pleasure as it sprayed lightly on and in his brother's ear.

"Oops, sorry, man," he said and covered the shit-eating grin on his face by lifting the can to lips and taking a long drink. He immediately felt like a shithead for having done it just as Luna revealed the death of her mother and he looked contrite, setting down the can to listen as well.

"Over there, Luna," Dean said, pointing up at the sky in another quadrant from her badger with a hat. "There's Sam the Protector," he said in a less cocky tone, his eyes flicking to his brother in a sort of silent sincere apology for the can. "See his huge, um, brain?"

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luna_llena
2009-05-05 04:22 pm UTC (link)

What Dean meant and what hidden reaction his fingers brushing against hers brought seemed to be very different things. After he ate the tubule of pixie's stick, she watched his face for a second, "Your judgement?" She consumed her own stick, following it with drinking some more of the bitterly gross beer. Although it did not have animal products inside its aluminum clothing, it was definitely not going to become one of her favorite drinks.

She watched Dean's actions with curious blue eyes, smiling a quick smile at his wink. Before her expression transitioned into the dreamy, slightly nostalgic tint that came with speaking of the happy past. The memory of her mother telling her stories about the constellations they created on those happy nights, that was one of the strongest that she had used for her Patronus charm. Which was why it took the shape of a rabbit, like those that would hop about in that little clearing.

It may have been fifteen years before, but some moments were still as clear as a bell in her mind. Even while others began to fray from being examined and cherished so much.

Luna sipped her beer again as she attentively watched and listened to Dean's contribution to the new map of stars. "Oh, I can!" With a warm glance over at the physical man himself, she asked Sam, "What do you see Sam?"

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demonboyking
2009-05-06 10:32 am UTC (link)

If Sam hadn't been so generally annoyed, not only with his brother's misplaced flirtatious streak but also with the never ending sirens that had only allowed him a couple hours sleep before they'd started going off at dawn, he might have thought that Dean's braggadocio was laughable. As it was he could only shoot Dean an aggravated sideways glance as his brother opened his beer by his ear, reaching up to wipe away the drops. "Thanks, Dean," he said sarcastically, once again stifling the urge to reach out and shove him from behind.

Sam gave a humorless huff of a laugh at Dean's constellation, sliding his eyes to the right as he shook his head and missing Dean's apologetic look completely. He didn't know why being called a protector rubbed him the wrong way, except that somewhere underneath he felt like Dean was laughing at him. Was it so off base to think that Dean was a little bored and looking for some distraction wherever he could find it? Sam loved his brother, but he also knew that he had ways of finding ways of entertaining himself with whatever attractive member of the opposite sex was around at the moment. And while that was fine while they moving through a town, it wasn't going to be as easy to untangle himself in this place after his fun was had.

He took another long drink of his beer, trying not to concentrate on the taste of it as it went down. Sam glanced upwards at Luna's question. "Hmm," he hummed to himself. "There, a Chevy Impala." He said, pointing randomly. "Wheels in the sky keep on turnin'." He said, hiding a smile behind another drink.

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hellsboy
2009-05-08 08:27 am UTC (link)

"I do believe it tastes like a sunset," he answered and wiggled his eyebrows at her. In truth it only tasted like orange flavored sugar but he knew he was heaping on the annoyance for Sam, especially when he heard his brother's less than amused laughter. Why didn't the kid rise to the occasion, he wondered. Well, maybe he ought to stop thinking of Sam as a kid. He'd slipped right back into the sibling rivalry dynamic they'd had when they'd both been younger. It then occurred to him that this tension was probably wearing on Luna as much as it was wearing on Sam.

And suddenly Dean was feeling sleepy. Considering the fact that he was working on very little sleep and the damned alarms hadn't stopped long enough for any kind of peaceful rest all day, and maybe the beer too - who knew? - he felt bushed. It was also exhausting keeping up this mask of playfulness, teasing his brother to pay him back for situating himself on the outskirts of Dean's relaxation with Luna. His eyelids felt heavy and he sighed softly, letting them fall closed for a moment. He wasn't too concerned about how outwardly annoyed he looked when he did it. He didn't feel like being at odds with Sam, however minorly, right now but that would mean Sam had won and he wasn't sure he could give in to that just yet.

"My Impala better not be up there," he muttered but had to chuckle at Sam's musical reference. He opened his eyes again and silently drained his third beer then opened another with a flick of his thumb. Then, with a small smile, he pointed up near where he'd said "Sam the Protector" was in the sky. "Look, there's Luna the Lovely, right next to Sam."

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