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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-03 18:24:00

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!complete, day 06, dean winchester, location: thrift store, luna lovegood, open

Day 6: Early Morning
Who: Dean Winchester & OTA
What: Warm clothes, please
When: Early morning
Where: Thrift Shop
Rating: R (language - always)
Status: Active

Dean was so ready to be up and moving around. Sleeping on a hard pew in the church had been less than completely restful but he had been so tired that he'd gotten at least the requisite 6 hours. The whole day before had been, with a few exceptions, a huge nightmare of sleep deprivation and frustration. He was decided now that he would focus all of his strength on getting the fuck out of this town. He was definitely not interested in sticking around and trying to work through his demons because that seemed to be exactly what the powers that be wanted him to do here. All signs pointed to forced therapy for Dean Winchester and he was not game for that shit. Not at all.

So if he was going to find somewhere else to stay, because he sure as hell wasn't staying in the museum while Shannon and his brother spooned the nights away pretending they didn't have feelings for each other, and get out of dodge eventually, he was going to need something warmer to wear than what he had. He'd heard the Thrift Shop was chock full of clothes - hideous mostly but clothes nonetheless - and, tracking fresh boot prints through the pristine white snow that had fallen before daylight, he was at the store and inside in no time.

Once inside, Dean glanced around the racks of clothes and made a face. "Oh dude..." he muttered at the ridiculous clothes and then burst out laughing. "This place is an experiment all on its own," he added, chuckling as he wandered through to see if he couldn't find some warmer clothes and perhaps a coat too.

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hellsboy
2009-05-14 01:16 pm UTC (link)

Standing next to her, Dean felt himself relax out of the awkwardness that he'd had after nearly falling on her by tripping on his boots. His arms and legs fell into place and obeyed and the annoying gloom that had threatened to settle over him was gone now. She was so upbeat and uplifting that he just wanted to reach over and touch her. Except he couldn't think like that because if he reached over and touched her he was going to want to hold her hand. And it was all downhill Winchester style after that. He wouldn't do that to Luna. She was too good and Sam's voice rang in his ears telling him that this wasn't like one of those blow by towns where he'd never have to see the girl again. Fuck you, Sam he thought with brotherly annoyance.

"What? You can't find a pot of gold but you can find coats?" he grinned at her over his shoulder as he moved, somewhat reluctantly, away from her to browse the racks for something that would at least keep him warm if not devilishly handsome too. He knew right away that there would be nothing leather without rhinestones or even L.L. Bean-ish and normal. It was all a pile of heavy, thermal coats in various hideous shades as far as he could see. Maybe Luna would have better luck. He hoped so.

He chuckled at her seriousness about Leprechauns. "Do they usually guard coats in the wizarding world?" he asked and chuckled again at the thought of small, midget-sized men in green puritanical hats and big belt buckles guarding the coats staunchly, chests thrust out and little attitudes apparent. "Or are Leprechauns on your list of beings to visit around the world and you're guessing about what they are like?"

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luna_llena
2009-05-15 02:17 pm UTC (link)

"Coats are not usually hidden by mischievous beings fifteen centimeters high," of course, it could be a bit different in his world, a possibility that should not be discounted. "Are they in your experience?" she asked, genuinely curious.

Then she shook her blonde head, "No, not coats. Except their own, they would have little use for such large things here." With a smile she indicated the negative with a small shake of her head, investigating the massive amounts of clothing in front of her. Although for all anyone could know, she could be somewhere else entirely. "Oh no, I have met several before, Ireland is just a short trip away. And, as a child, I was more appealing for them to speak to than an adult." With a glance over at him, she leaned in slightly and dropped her voice to confide a small tidbit.

"I am still not sure what they said, besides to try the mushrooms, I had a dreadfully hard time understanding their speech through the accents."

A dozen or so items were picked up and discarded back to their place on the rack, to await owners who might appreciate them more. The thirteenth coat was black and heavy, seemingly far out of place among the...brightly colored ones that were its fellow rackmates. When she removed it from between a lime green thermal and a pumpkin orange and sun yellow plush jacket, one of the sides fell open, and the reason why it belonged in the odd store was revealed.

The liner was quite extraordinary. Black and decorated with a cartoon version of what she thought were what Muggles called 'burgers.' "If you like this food," she smiled. "It is an interesting item."

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hellsboy
2009-05-15 09:54 pm UTC (link)

He snorted in a laugh so hard that he almost gave himself a bloody nose when she said leaned in to tell him the leprechauns had told her, as a child, to try the mushrooms. He wanted to laugh so badly that he might have choked if he hadn't seen the coat she was looking at. It gave him the best reason to let loose and so he did. Letting his head fall back, he just laughed. And then it wasn't just about the mushrooms or the coat with the hamburger lining, it was about everything else as well. He'd heard the saying "It's either laugh or cry." So this was that moment. And he was laughing. Laughing until his sides hurt and his eyes were tearing. He wasn't even concerned with what she thought about this display. The release was too good. Almost better than sex. Almost.

When the laughing fit had subsided, Dean stood up straight slowly. He had tears streaming down his cheeks that he wiped away with his knuckles. "Sorry, sorry," he whispered in between attempts to start another laughing spree. "Ahhh you have no idea how good that felt," he added hoarsely. "So um coats. Yes, I think the one with the hamburgers will be fine as long as I don't have to look at the lining much. It's the best thing in the place I'm pretty sure."

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luna_llena
2009-05-16 11:36 am UTC (link)

It seemed she was wrong about Dean's cheerfulness edging away. Either that, or he had snapped or gone criminally insane within a moment over a coat decorated with hamburgers. Which, honestly, she was hoping that he merely was using laughter as stress relief and that it was not a sign of his sanity suddenly slipping away from him.

"Quite alright," Luna told him when he apologized. "It is good for the soul, lightens you when you are heavy." It was something her mother used to say 'laughter is good for the soul.' She gave him a small nod when he decided that the coat would do, and lifted the heavy item to give it to him. "The way you laugh, I like it."

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hellsboy
2009-05-17 10:55 am UTC (link)

"You are good for the soul, Luna," he answered with a grateful smile tossed in her direction. Then, impulsively, Dean leaned over and kissed Luna on the top of the head. It was simply a quick, affectionate move that felt familiar to him in a way that he didn't like. He wished he hadn't done it immediately but rather than let her think it was her fault, he quickly smiled and pulled the hamburger-lined coat from the hanger and slid into it.

"So what do you think? Can I pass for half way normal in this thing?" he asked, turning around slowly in front of her so that she could give an honest opinion.

He hoped what he'd done just done had slid by without too much notice the way the rest of the things he'd done to illicit reactions had. If he just continued smiling. So he stopped, facing her and raised his brows in a "what do you think?" expression, his most charming smile plastered across his face.

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