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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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skipped3rdgrade
2009-05-26 03:10 pm UTC (link)

Lexie was laughing again. She sort of wished that some of the herb had been what was responsible for her current condition as opposed to moderate hypothermia without adequate time for her body to recover.

Lexie was never a huge drinker. She'd had her moments where she'd had a few too many; but, she usually knew when to stop. This, however was not a question of Lexie stopping smething. This was a question of her simply reacting to something. Like someone suffocating from a lack of air - her brain was trying to compensate for a lack of blood.

He called her cold and Lexie blinked hard. She thought she had warmed up. She thought she was warmer. She could not let herself panic. Closing whatever gap there had been between the pair of them, Lexie wrapped her arms around Dean again in a last ditch effort to get warm. She'd already broken the touch barrier once; it wasn't so hard to do it again.

"You're just looking for reasons to hang all over linebacker Lexie," she quipped.

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hellsboy
2009-05-26 03:36 pm UTC (link)

Dean smirked out a breath of a laugh as she started laughing again herself. She was something else. Somehow her laughter was contagious and he found himself giving in again in spite of his concern over how cold she still was. His muscles were protesting and quivering again from being asked to endure all the laughter on top of having to be contracted to the max with the cold. He shivered almost violently as he laughed and considered for a moment throwing caution to the wind and grabbing one of the bottles of liquor for a nip.

Except then she was wrapping her arms around him again. That took care of that. And her. He put his arms around her and gave a squeeze, still chuckling. "That's exactly what I wanted, linebacker Lexie. Because feeling you up is just so easy when you're padded and frozen. You'll never know where my hands are, will you?"

He was immediately taken with her. She was infectious even when she was half-frozen and dizzy. Seemed like Shannon's idea that the pretty people were being collected wasn't the whole truth. They were pretty and a hell of a lot of fun to be around. Well most of them. The girls, at least. Suddenly all he could think of was Sam rolling his eyes at this and he laughed again.

"So you're not okay, are you?" he asked but his tone wasn't all that serious as if he was implying she might be coo-coo and destined for the loony bin. "What's your diagnosis, Doc?"

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-05-26 08:29 pm UTC (link)

It was really sort of comforting to be held - even if it was by a virtual stranger. This time, however, Lexie had to forgo her discomfort, or rather her anticipation of his discomfort, and just hang there for a while. It was flipping cold in there, even if she didn't feel it any more and she and he both needed to warm up.

"Everybody wants linebacker Lexie, she's dead sexy," she chided, resting her cheek against his chest. Lexie shifted, "I swear, totally platonic," she said, abruptly unzipping his jacket and shoving her arms inside and around his middle. It was toasty warm in there. "You're like a space heater, you know that?"

"Yeah, you know, well I happen to really enjoy pretending to have hypothermia so that I have a reason to snuggle up with random strangers," She looked up, smirking. "What's your excuse?"

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hellsboy
2009-05-27 07:23 pm UTC (link)

This time Dean just let her be there and held onto her without the shit-zoo thing or whatever she'd called it. He figured it was a massage or something. Not anything he'd ever had. There'd been that one time in the Swedish massage parlor but uh... He grinned above her eyeline and rested his cheek against her hair because it was just easier than trying to fight the fatigue in his neck. He felt like he needed to hibernate and sleep for days. At least his teeth weren't chattering anymore.

"Yes, very sexy is linebacker Lexie. I know at least twelve guys in the room alone who want their hands on you!" he chuckled and then felt himself take in involuntary deep breath in with a hiss of air between his teeth. "You're letting the cold air in, Doc!" he protested the same way he would have if he'd been in the shower and she'd opened the bathroom door. Oh he so couldn't think about taking a hot, steamy shower now. It actually was making him feel colder! So much for mind over matter in this instance.

"You know my excuse 'cause I already told you. I'm over here feeling you up while you're frosty. I like my women like I like my beer. Cold." He laughed a shaky, teasing laugh and pulled her a bit closer. Real platonic-like. Though he would never actually try to cop a feel. He might enjoy his women but he definitely respected them. Still, she felt nice in his arms and she was really not unpleasant company. And she needed the warmth. Right?

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-05-27 09:07 pm UTC (link)

They were back laughing again. Nothing serious; and in Lexie's mind the seriousness of the blizzard, the insanity of a glass enclosed town, and the idea of stranger danger washed away leaving Lexie cold and drowsy huddled up against Dean in his coat.

"I know, irresistible," she murmured, trying to force her mind away from Vas Captio and back to the beach where it had been before. A bottle of beer in her hand, sand between her toes, hot cabana boy who looked very much like Dean putting up her umbrella. Shirtless.

"I bet you have a thing for snowmen, too," her eyes flickered dreamily for a moment as the beach left her thoughts and she was back in the pharmacy again. She chuckled to his ridiculous comparison of women and beer. She felt snug as a bug in a rug; well, if said bug was also wrapped in newspaper. A bug, wrapped up in newspaper being smothered by a hot dude. That was one lucky bug.

The hug, was it still platonic? Or, was it her half-frozen brain that kept telling her that maybe it wasn't? Oh, that was just plain ridiculous. Of course it was platonic. Totally platonic. Like hugging George platonic. Yeah, friendly.

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