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Sam Winchester ([info]demonboyking) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-07 20:54:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, andy gallagher, day 06, dean winchester, location: church, luna lovegood, sam winchester

Day 6: Early, early Morning
Who: Sam Winchester, Andy Gallagher, Luna Lovegood and Dean Winchester
What: Kicking off the prank war
When: Day Six, Early, early morning
Where: Church
Rating: PG-13?
Status: Incomplete

Sam let himself into the church, careful to be quiet. He knew it had at least one more occupant than it had the last time he'd been there, maybe more. It was the first time he'd been back inside the building since the second night when he'd waited with Luna for Andy to return. He hadn't seen Andy since that night, though he'd gotten updates on his status from Luna and had read his entries over the journals. He's anger over Andy's smart ass comment had subsided considerably when Dean had reappeared safe and mostly sound. Still, a small stubborn streak had kept him from coming back inside until now. Andy had apologized and Sam had realized that Andy had reacted the way he had because Luna was there. Not that it made Andy's behavior any less careless, but it did relieve some of Sam's fears that Andy might turn on him or someone else the way Ava and Jake had. His guilt at being unable to stop Andy's death from occurring in his own timeline and his ability for empathizing with a guy having a shitty time of things had prompted him to come this morning with a sort of peace offering.

He stood inside the door a moment, running a hand through his hair to shake free the snowflakes and wishing he'd held onto his jacket, light as it'd been. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the church and he started making his way up the aisle towards a slouched form sitting in one of the front pews. It was hard to tell from behind if Andy had fallen asleep sitting or if he was awake, but Sam refrained from calling out when he passed Luna and then Dean sleeping in the pews. In his hands he had a small box of odds and ends he'd picked up from the gas station on his way over. A peace offering, since he and Andy had pretty much decided to put their last conversation behind them. In the box there was soap, water, shaving cream, a razor and two Snickers bars.

He paused beside Andy's pew, his eyes searching to see if Andy's were open. "Hey," he said, nodding towards Andy once he determined he was awake. "Mind if I sit?"



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[info]hellsboy
2009-05-18 08:35 am UTC (link)
Dean's back hurt like hell but he was in the middle of the best dream he'd had in a long time. There were no blue balls in this one and he was grinning even as he slept. If he'd been a sleep talker he might have even been mumbling the really bad pickup lines that were working because they always worked in dreamland. Just like in dreamland he had his choice of whatever girl he could imagine. Blondes, brunettes, and oh the fiery redheads. More boobs and long legs than any man should rightfully have command over.

In spite of dreaming though he could still feel his back cramping from being forced to sleep on a hard pew all night long. It had been his choice to sleep there, of course, but he'd done it so that there was no way in the world anyone could accuse him of trying to snuggle up to Luna in the middle of the night. Not that he should have to explain or feel self-conscious if he did. Sam was busy getting his groove on with Shannon every night. They might not be having sex but Sam certainly got to cop quite a feel, spooning.

The blonde in his dream, who continually morphed from Luna to Shannon and back again, began tickling his nose with her feather boa. It was a very nice boa, the only thing she was actually wearing at that point but the tickling was fucking annoying as hell. He wanted to grab it and toss it away. She kept doing it! "Fuckin' quit I said!" he hollered, startling himself awake. He was sitting straight up in the pew faster than he could think and his face was covered something white and fluffy. "The fuck?!" he growled loudly.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-05-20 07:24 am UTC (link)
Normally, at least in this place, Luna preferred to sleep on the floor near the fire. A hard surface, yes, but it was warm, and she had little problems with sleeping in uncomfortable places. Although her bed back in her flat in her world/country/universe was so soft that it was nearly a giant pillow. That night she had slept on a pew nearest the flames because...well, she was not sure exactly.

A faded nightmare, grainy and without color, like one of those glimpses of old Muggle movies she had seen once in Muggle Studies class, was playing behind her closed eyelids. She was running through the corridors of Hogwarts, attempting to flee the Mini Death Eaters who ruled the school population in her sixth year, before they could catch her as one of those that incited the reemergence of Dumbledore's Army.

It had never happened in actuality, they had never quite realized that the dreamy girl off in her own world was helping two Gryffindors try to scrounge back together a defense against their Dark Lord. Or at least stop the more dangerous ruling students from cornering younger years and practicing the Cruciatus Curse upon them.

The sound of someone yelling a different kind of curse snapped her awake just as Draco's hand was within reach of her robe. Cautiously, she peeked over the side of her pew, after levering herself up enough to do so.

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