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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-13 20:25:00

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!complete, day 07, location: museum, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day 7: Morning
Who: Sam Winchester and Shannon Rutherford
What: Morning Talk
Where: The Museum
When: Day 7, morning
Rating: PG 13
Status: Complete

Sam had woken up alone, despite the fact that he and Shannon had fallen asleep together. He'd tried to reason away the worry he'd felt as he'd gotten to his feet and made his way around the museum, checking each room to see if Shannon had just walked away for a minute before not finding her. He tried to tell himself that there was a perfectly good reason that she wasn't there, that it didn't necessarily mean that she'd been pulled for an experiment but that didn't seem to do much to stop the feeling of unease that fell over him. Things didn't get any better when he opened the door and looked outside to see that the snow had gotten substantially heavier overnight. He'd checked the journals as a last resort. It was really the only form of communication they had over long distances and if Shannon was in trouble and needed help and if she was able to say so he figured it would be there.

He was relieved to see her familiar and girly handwriting in the journals and to find that she sounded as if everything was alright. At least in the exchange he read between her and the handwriting he'd attributed to Anders she didn't seem to be in any danger of anything but a lame pick up line. Relaxing a bit, but still feeling a little on edge, Sam made his way back to the room that had somehow become the spot where he felt he had a bit of privacy and more recently had become his and Shannon's unofficial sleeping spot. It had a little to do with the fact that the museum was gaining boarders and more to do with the conversation that Sam and Shannon had had three days ago. Somehow being able to share a little of his weight and take on a little of hers had turned the room itself into the one place in the glass cage where he felt the safest, even if he knew the feeling of security was a false one.

He sat there now, flipping through the journal and reading prior entries, trying to see if he'd missed a common thread between all of them. The truth was he wasn't sure there was one anymore, but the hope that he was just missing it somehow was easier to accept than the unknown.

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-14 01:58 am UTC (link)

Still looking down at the journal as she played with a frayed edge of the journal's cover, Shannon nodded. It did make the most sense, if there was anything at all about this place that could be considered as making any sense.

When he said he hoped that they didn't forget, Shannon looked up at him again, her face drawn seriously as she searched his eyes for something - anything - that would suggest she was amongst the people he'd miss.

Instead, he made a joke and Shannon let out a huff of laughter, cocking her eyebrows as she looked down again. "Yeah, really. Fuck that guy. There's people here I'd miss, too," she admitted without looking back up at him right away. When her eyes finally did make their way back to his, there was sadness there. "Some more than others," she admitted with a subtle significance in the tone.

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demonboyking
2009-05-15 01:02 am UTC (link)

Sam met Shannon's serious gaze and felt like he should be getting something he wasn't. He'd raised his eyebrows slightly before cracking the joke about Rorschach. He was rewarded by a soft laugh and a look downwards.

He took advantage of the moment to watch her, smiling faintly at her language and the way she shifted sentiments so quickly. She said she'd miss people too and a small moment of silence passed between them, though it was long enough to make him entertain the thought that he might be one of them, before she looked back up at him.

Sam nodded, ducking his head and suddenly concentrating on lightly brushing off some imaginary dirt from the top of his journal. He could feel the warmth of realization creeping up his collarbones and up into his neck and face as he furrowed his brow. His hand stilled on the cover, only a few inches from Shannon's. He licked his lips, staring at his down at his large hand and then forced himself to look back up at Shannon. "Me too," he said, forcing a smile, despite the fact that he was sure he looked like a twelve year old kid. He cleared his throat. "I guess we've all got our favorites."

He pulled his hand back, wiping it on the knee of his jeans. "Do you know where you and Anders are going hunting?" He asked, trying to change the subject. "I mean, he's staying away from where the Weevils were, right? Not that they couldn't be out there anywhere after last night."

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