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

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!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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hellsboy
2009-05-22 03:46 pm UTC (link)

Dean registered Sam's slow response to his loud awakening but it didn't quite penetrate yet. He turned to look at his brother and scowled. "Looks like fuckin' shaving cream, doesn't it?" Then his face puckered and he whipped his head from side to side in disgust. Some of the damn stuff had gotten in his mouth when he'd spoken and it tasted the way markers smelled. "Ugh, fuck!" he grumbled and stood up to take off his shirt. With the shirt off, he began wiping the mess of white foam from his face.

It was as he wiped his tongue on the rough fabric of his shirt, which didn't taste much better than the shaving cream, that it occurred to him what he'd missed. There was no way his brother, who claimed to have been hunting with Dean for 2 years during his own timeline, would non-challantly respond to his brother shouting. Especially not in this crazy bubble town. No way. He had to have something to do with it to be so calm.

Dean's eyes narrowed and he glared at Sam. "You are dead," he said. "Dead, do you hear me, Sammy!"

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luna_llena
2009-05-22 04:29 pm UTC (link)

A quick view of the situation created an image that Luna was easily able to grasp. She might not have been in the Gryffindor House to see many of the pranks as they were being built, but she had seen the results enough to label this a 'prank.' The Winchesters, as of yet, had nothing on Gred and Forge. Not until someone turned into a canary, or a temporary swamp was made inside.

"Good Morning Sam," she answered the only one who had addressed her, in a still sleepy voice. Just in time for Dean to flail, stand up, and strip off his shirt. He was far more...fit than she was used to. Not unpleasantly so, simply a new sort of interesting. Reminded her of Quidditch players, really, who had a tendency to go bare chested while practicing in the summer. Although a smile did creep up onto her face at the rather bland prank causing such a reaction. "You have some cream of shaving in your hair," she pointed to a spot on the left side of her sleep mussed hair, just in front of her ear.

Having learned long ago that brothers threatening each other did not necessarily lead to any sort of real violence, as much as retribution and male competition.

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