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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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luna_llena
2009-05-18 11:08 am UTC (link)

Critical examination for Luna Lovegood was usually accompanied by soft humming of some such song, occasionally the theme song for the Monty Python telly picture show. A march for Sousa, she thought it was.

Dean smiled and thanked her for the compliment she easily gave, and Luna found herself mid laugh before she knew it at his truly bizarre behavior. Not because it was bizarre, but because he was doing it for laughs, from what she could see. "You are very silly Mister Winchester." Of course, her laugh had to fade away before she could tell him so, which took a moment as his full on model-walk made her laugh again.

Even the Wizarding world had models and runways.

She understood the term 'guru' of course, as it meant someone who had 'great knowledge, wisdom and authority in a certain area.' However, shopping was not an are she had any of those three. "A jumper?" she suggested after a moment's thought.

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hellsboy
2009-05-18 07:18 pm UTC (link)

Luna laughed and Dean grinned at her, losing the model walk in laughter himself. It struck him again just how much it felt good to laugh. "Why thank you. I am the silliest of the Winchesters!" he answered, through a chuckle. It was like the room had been pumped full of laughing gas. He couldn't help himself and everything seemed to set him off again.

When she suggested a jumper, something Dean only knew to be a little girl's strapped skirt or a part of his car - jumper cable, he arched a brow at her. "Are you suggesting I wear a skirt now? How do you think I'll walk through the snow with bear legs?" He paused mid-step to give her a playfully stern look, arms folded across his hamburger-lined chest.

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luna_llena
2009-05-19 04:31 am UTC (link)

"I believe you are," she spoke honestly, at the tail end of a laugh. From what she had seen, Dean seemed more often in higher spirits. Which was fascinating, when she knew that Sam came from several years later. Anyone who could read the journals knew that. Poor Sam, he seemed so sad at times. And she really did like the younger/taller of the two brothers, he was a very good friend, Luna thought so at least.

Sam remembered she was there, always said hello to her when he saw her, had never called her Loony. Good friend.

As for Dean...Luna was not sure where he lay on the map of human relationships. She thought he was interesting, and cheerful. Of course both he and Sam were pretty, although Sam was much more of a quarter giant. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

"A skirt?" she repeated back, just as confused. Before she shook her head, with an amused glint through starriness over the mental image of Dean in a skirt. "They are," she waved her hands in front of her chest, up and down. "Sweaters?"

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hellsboy
2009-05-20 04:11 pm UTC (link)

Dean's eyebrows arched and he chuckled as he realized the mistake he'd made. "Ohh okay. Must be one of those words that doesn't translate even though it's the same language." He shook his head and rolled his eyes at the silliness of being divided by trying to understand the same language with different slang and terms. He was actually pretty surprised it hadn't happened already, the misunderstanding thing, but he was glad she didn't give him a hard time for it.

"Okay so sweaters. They were back that way," he said and pointed with his thumb back over his shoulder in the direction they'd come. "I could use a sweatshirt instead too if we don't find a sweater."

He took off the coat and slung it over his arm, smirking at the hamburgers again good-naturedly as he maneuvered through the racks toward what he wanted. "Come on, Sunshine, find me a good one." He smiled over his shoulder at her as he began flipping through the racks for something even remotely his size that wasn't covered in flaming eyeballs or the words, "I Kissed A Girl & I Liked It."

He supposed it didn't really matter what the thing looked like because he would be by himself and it would be underneath the coat. But there was no way he was going to get caught accidentally on his way back out of town wearing a "Smile if you're Gay!" sweatshirt and give whoever it was that saw him the license to mock him forever. Not happening. But there was almost nothing that would fit otherwise. He could see it was going to be up to Luna's magical powers of halfway decent clothing extraction from thin air to find him something.

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luna_llena
2009-05-21 01:00 pm UTC (link)

"Mmm, yes," Luna agreed, investigating a lime green coat that looked as if it was made for a giant. A giant with very bad taste in clothing. "Like 'bugger' versus 'fuck.'" The statement was said matter of factly, a simple comparison of adjective/nouns, nothing unusual noted about the fact that she had said either. In her mind, bugger was still worse than the American version.

More or less following the much larger figure, Luna sort of wandered in and out of racks, until she reached the same one that he was searching through. Apparently she was in a musical mood, because her humming turned to an old song her mother used as a lullaby. Slumbers that were Golden, she thought it was, as she smiled again at the nickname. It was much better than the nicknames she had carried in school, most definitely.

At a rack of her own, she counted six items, looked, and dismissed the item. Three items further, and it was another item that she would not have suggested, bright orange with purple flames. Two more items, and another unacceptable, silvery, glimmery thing that she checked for being an invisibility cloak. Another item pushed aside and she picked up the article of clothing she found there.

A pleasantly pink sweatshirt, about Dean's size, that she held up for inspection.

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hellsboy
2009-05-22 03:55 pm UTC (link)

Dean stopped what he was doing in mid-pull on a hanger and blinked. A few times. Then with a slightly disblieving look he glanced at Luna. "Excuse me, miss, but did you just learn to use swear words?" He gave her a fake stern glare that was so over the top that he wasn't sure if she would laugh or worry for his mental health. "I can't believe what I just heard."

Chuckling and shaking his head, he turned his gaze back to the racks of clothing. This was next to impossible. Who the hell wore green and pink camoflauge or macaroni and cheese patterns? This was like trying to find a needle in a haystack when the needle was in the next haystack over. He periodically glanced over at Luna to see what she was looking at and had to smirk gratefully that she wasn't suggesting half of what he saw her pulling off the rack.

The last time he looked over she was holding up a blindingly pink sweatshirt and actually seemed to be considering it. "Oh no," he protested. "I don't do pink, Sunshine. Isn't there anything black that doesn't have the words "Dude Looks Like a Lady" on it or something?"

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luna_llena
2009-05-22 04:43 pm UTC (link)

In fact, Luna was both a bit amused and wondering if he had been knocked about the head when her attention had been elsewhere. "You have said 'fuck' many times just this morning," somehow her Devon accent made the term sound nearly proper. "I was told that it was a swearing word with many uses, yet somehow related to sex. Although I do not believe the latter was illegalized by Henry VIII in 1533."

It was interesting, however, that both cultures had chosen words with sexual connotations to apply in a number of ways.

His reaction caused the blonde to look again at the sweatshirt she was holding up. "Pink is not preferable to orange and purple faux fire?" At near random, one of her hands reached into the rack to pull out another item, black in color. A black sweatshirt, with a rainbow and a smiley face, that simply said, 'Here, Queer, Used to it.' "Or would you like this one instead, although announcing yourself as being in a state of oddness is a bit strange."

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hellsboy
2009-05-26 11:52 am UTC (link)

"I - yeah I say it a lot. Just never thought I'd hear it out of you, Sunshine." He chuckled and did not look sheepish because there was nothing wrong with strong language in his book. The more the better really. But he was both intrigued and amused as she so levelly explained herself and even tossed in a tidbit of trivia about Henry VIII. He'd never heard anything about that but he filed it away in case one day he should come up against a smartass demon and could use it in some pithy retort or something.

Dean opened his mouth to protest the pink sweatshirt again but then she pulled out the rainbowed Queer one and he dissolved into laughter again. It seemed like every other thing in this place was emblazoned with some sort of homosexual statement. Which he supposed was no big deal except he wasn't gay and was definitely not going to give anyone the wrong idea in this fucking place. He was not pretty. He was not spiffy-gay. He was man's man. Macho through the beer and muscle cars to the very end.

"N-no, I think the pink is 'preferable' to the state of oddness." He laughed and eyed the pink sweatshirt almost dolefully. This was what he was reduced to? A pink and hamburger wearing fashion victim. "You know that queer means gay and gay means homosexual. They don't translate well either, do they?"

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