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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Relief washed over Shannon when Dean said that it was okay and she closed her eyes, nodding just once to herself before looking back up at him. "Anywhere but here," she admitted. That, of course, extended to the whole of this God-forsaken place in which they were trapped, but she figured it would work in a specification meaning, as it stood currently, the museum.

Dean gently pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her in such a way that made her wonder if he thought she was literally going to break. Shannon closed her eyes and pressed her face against his chest, melting against him and hiccuping again as she wrapped her arms around him.

"This place is making me crazy," she sobbed even as she tried to get a hold of herself because she didn't want to keep falling apart over and over again. It had to be getting old as far as Dean's view must go. He didn't owe her anything and he was still here. Shannon couldn't understand that. She wasn't going to fight it or complain, but she simply couldn't comprehend.