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skipped3rdgrade (skipped3rdgrade) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-10 22:16:00

Current mood:	cold
Entry tags:	!complete, day 07, dean winchester, lexie grey, location: pharmacy/liquor store, open

Day 7: On the road to the gas station
Who: Lexie Grey and Dean Winchester
What: Currently travelling from the Barn to the Gas Station
When: Day 7, Mid-Morning
Rating: PG-13 / R (Sexual situation)
Status: Complete

As much as Lexie really probably wanted to stay in the barn where it was warm and relatively safe after reading the journal's notes about the snow and the cold and the need to bunker down, she thought she had no other choice than to take a trip from her humble abode to the store for some supplies. In Boston people had loaded up on milk, toilet paper, and rock salt. Lexie had decided she'd be getting her hands on toilet paper, bottled water, and whatever food she could find. For better or for worse, Lexie had been only taking what she needed from the gas station up until now - suddenly the threat of inclement weather and a beastly trek made her reconsider how minimalist she could actually be.

Shoving her lighter in her pocket, Lexie left the rest of her things tucked carefully beneath the floorboards in the barn. She had seen that someone else had been through the barn the other day, and she wasn't so certain that she wanted them going through her humble possessions - even if all she had from the real world were some scrubs and an ID badge.

Pulling her sweatshirt tight about herself, she wondered why she hadn't gone looking for a hat and mittens days ago. Unfortunately, she'd let the cold and snow creep up on her and was left for a nice long walk with a sweatshirt, a heavy pair of construction boots, and jeans that felt they were meant more for summer wear than winter protection. Trudging down the path she squinted, the snow whipping into her eyes. She'd have quite a journey back if she took too long and the world got dark.

How far was it until the thrift shop? Suddenly she was wishing someone had annotated the map with those sort of notations - it would be useful if someone found themselves otherwise until to see the landmarks. She was really close to the pharmacy, looking about for anyone else. Though, at the moment from the best she could tell, everyone was holed up nice and snug in their respective shelters.

Way to be a poor planner, Lexie.

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hellsboy
2009-05-17 01:17 pm UTC (link)

Dean grinned and nodded his cheek against her forehead in response to her teasing back. "I sure do, Doc. It's been a long time since I played doctor with a real doctor." He laughed and saw his breath roll out into the air. It was still pretty cold in here. He wasn't sure just how she could warm up enough after starting into hypothermia. He didn't know enough about it, never having suffered from it himself. This place was so fucked up. The whole thing was. He was definitely not going to let her out of his sight now. No way was she going back to the barn by herself either.

"So does psyching yourself out and imagining you're warm help at all?" he asked, still rubbing her back for warmth. "Does this help at all?"

His teeth had stopped chattering and that was good, he thought. He wasn't feeling colder and his feet were starting to get pins and needles in them so he wiggled his toes, shifting his weight from side to side once to avoid that unpleasant sensation. There was no avoiding it though. He was just glad he hadn't been as exposed to the weather as she had. Selfish as it was. At least he could take care of her if they both weren't hypothermic.

"My Impala," he said fondly, trying to keep his tone from being too worried. Upbeat, Winchester, he thought. "She's cherry. Classic black with leather interior. Tape deck and radio with turnable dials. Everything's been left original and restored. I could probably show her if I wanted to but I don't. I'd rather drive her. What kind of car do you drive?" He wanted to laugh at how silly that last part had sounded but if it took her mind off of this and helped make her warmer in the process he'd run around doing cartwheels if he had to.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-05-17 06:39 pm UTC (link)

Hasn't been long for me, Lexie thought, randomly thinking of the one night stand with Karev. That was bad news bears.

"Well, I'm imagining myself on a nice warm, sandy beach right this minute, with the tide rolling up to my ankles..." Lexie wanted to think she felt warmer. Desperately wanted to think she felt warmer.

"Well, now that I'm not so numb, I feel like I have my own personal shiatsu massage going on," she teased a little, slowly but surely she was starting to feel the edges of herself start to feel like they were on fire as the nerves started to pick up the heat from her blood once more.

"Believe it or not, I don't drive. I live within blocks of where I work so I don't have to," she felt a pang of disappointment there. "Though, I really kind of like the look of the new Charger. So, if I had to get a new car that would be the ticket. Though, with any classic on the market I already told you about the Mustang..." She was rambling, yes. Into the shoulder of someone who was essentially a stranger. As Lexie regained her lucidity she sort of questioned the merit of that choice.

"I think I'm OK," she said, pulling away somewhat reluctantly. Her sweatshirt wasn't quite as soaked as she was expecting which was a pleasant surprise. Though, even though she moved slowly her joints felt like they were threatening to rip. "Nice finally meeting you, Dean."

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hellsboy
2009-05-18 08:17 am UTC (link)

Dean smiled, an after tremor working its way up his spine and causing him to spazz a little. He wanted to laugh at what a strange little huddled mass they must look like. Instead he just smirked. "I'm right there with ya on that. Deserted island or a crowded resort?"

"Oh," he laughed and stopped rubbing her back. Now that she was teasing and talking more he felt his concern easing away. He was good with the banter but he was not all that good with taking care of people. He'd done it when he had to but it was not his forte because you couldn't always go on your instinct where people were concerned. At least with Lexie she was easy-going enough to not make him feel like a complete ass if he did the wrong thing. That was a nice change.

"You don't drive," he said, matter-of-factly. "Huh, well that's probably a good thing. One less car polluting the atmosphere and all that green stuff, right?"

He was a little disappointed when she pulled away but he knew that they couldn't stand like that forever. He smiled broadly at her and nodded his head once to her. "Nice finally meeting you too, Doc."

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-05-18 11:34 am UTC (link)

"Middle of the road - all inclusive private resort, because in this fantasy I'm rich," it seemed logical enough to her. "Wam summer breeze, just enough people that if you did want to people watch you could; but, you're not tripping over somebody every time you want to go wade out in the ocean," her voice sounded kind of dreamy at the thought.

Lexie wasn't used to being taken care of - she was a doctor to start with so it went hand in hand that she would be the one taking care of people. Then there was her dad, and not to mention George; it didn't really leave much room to allow for peole to take care of her - she had to watch over all of them.

"It's more a practicality thing - I just can't see paying two hundred bucks a month just to put my car in a lot and then move it a few blocks back home."

She let the thought of driving run away. It wasn't all that important, really. It was just something to keep them both from panicking and now that the situation had slipped off into banter mode again, Lexie was kind of basking in the glow of feeling at ease. She wasn't freezing, starving, or running for her life. She wasn't putting stitches in with dental floss and certainly wasn't trying to cure someone's random infection. She was just standing in the musty pharmacy with Dean, and it was OK.

Lexie caught Dean's smile and returned it. "How far is it from here to the gas station, anyway?" Her mind had jumped - it wasn't like they were two people meeting in a bar somwhere. They were two people in one screwed up situation, no matter just how attractive he might be.

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hellsboy
2009-05-18 07:26 pm UTC (link)

He was enjoying listening to her. Her voice was soothing as she spoke about the resort she was imagining. It sounded nice at the moment since he was cold but he knew that if he ever ended up there, he would be bored to tears. He needed something to do and sitting on the beach all day with a good book and a beer just wasn't going to cut it for him. Still, listening to her talk about it was taking the edge off right now.

"Practicality, huh? Yeah, that's kinda why I have the Impala. Can't very well walk across the continent in my line of work. Always on the road. Really like to have her right now in this weather. She gets good and toasty in the winter back home."

And just like that she was back to business. Dean smiled again, a bit more faintly at the switch. Now that she wasn't in his arms and, for all he knew, dying, the desire to hit on her was subsiding. Not that he didn't think she was attractive. She definitely was. But she needed to get to the gas station and after what had happened to her trying to get from the barn to the pharmacy he wanted to avoid a repeat. So he was settling into business mode himself. "It's not too far. Pretty sure we could walk from here in under and hour with the snow."

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-05-19 09:14 am UTC (link)

"You have the impala because it's a sweet ride," she rebutted his attempt at claiming practicality. "So you're on the move a lot?" The thought didn't much surprise Lexie - she figured that a guy with his sort of energy (and in his line of work) didn't really seem the sort to put down roots. "You must have to do all your own body work - you can't just trust any mechanic with that oil change..." She was over and leaning against a display stand, trying to guestimate the distance to the nearest building.

Of course she was back to business - she was cold and stressed and feeling vulnerable; business felt (of all things) safe. She didn't have to talk about home or about the crazy things this place seemed to cook up or about how ~~hot~~ sweet she thought he was.

"Newspaper," she blurted, randomly, "If I can find some newspaper I can put in between my t-shirt and the sweatshirt as insulation, the homeless did it all the time back in Boston." Her smile went a little quirky; the feeling of actually being active making her feel almost useful.

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hellsboy
2009-05-20 04:23 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah you're right," he conceded and chuckled, caught. Was he really that readable? He must be losing some of his usual steel veneer in this place. Which was probably the opposite of a good thing, all things considered. He really was treating this like a fucking country club. Time to close ranks, Winchester, he thought.

"I'm always on the road. My girl takes a beating sometimes but I manage. I do the body work and the maintenance whenever I get the chance which is usually right about when the motel cable goes on the fritz." He grinned and shivered a bit.

She suggested newspaper and his eyes lit up. "Great idea, Doc." He glanced around at the shelves of liquor and other apparently useless crap to see if he could spot something like a newspaper or magazine from where he was standing. He didn't see anything just yet but there might be some behind the checkout counter or in the back where the pharmacists would have put together medications.

It occurred to him then to make sure she was okay enough to be doing anything other than trying to get warmer. He wasn't going to be an ass and forget about her anymore just because she was independent. He never forgot Shannon just because of that reason, so there was no excuse. But he could kick his own ass for it later, now it was time for getting things done.

"You okay to go looking around with me or do you need to sit this one out?" he asked, looking down at her with a less frantic concern than before but concern nonetheless. "Your skin was like ice a few minutes ago and you were slurring your words. Don't want you passing out or something."

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-05-23 08:50 am UTC (link)

Lexie shrugged at Dean's agreement with her. WHo didn't have a classic car out of it's sweetness? They were rarely practical - and certainly not easy to keep running if you were drivng them across country all the time. Lexie didn't even want to think about the gasoline.

Lexie is a stubborn, stubborn woman. She was not about to stop and think about whether or not she might make it to the gas station - she would make it to the gas station. The newspaper would work and she would make it there safe and sound. She would get some water, and some canned goods, and maybe a flipping Snickers bar. There would be no question.

"I'll be fine, seriously," she said, hopping behind the counter and finding a small collection of paper bags.

Taking up a handful of the bags and shoving them into the shoulders of her sweatshirt Lexie's shoulders turned linebacker as she realized just how ridiculous she must look. She dismissed the slurring and icy skin - she'd make it. This Grey doesn't quit.

"You sure you're going to be alright?" She canted her head playfully.

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