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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-17 17:35:00

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!complete, day 08, dean winchester, location: museum, shannon rutherford

Day 8: Mid-Afternoon
Who: Dean Winchester & Shannon Rutherford
What: Dean is worried Shannon might be alone
When: Mid-Afternoon
Where: The Museum
Rating: R (there will be language as always)
Status: Complete

Dean was seriously concerned for Shannon being alone and after he'd made sure Luna and Tonks were safe, he had made a bee-line for the museum to make sure she was safe as well. It didn't seem like he could move fast enough, his feet felt like lead and everything went in slow motion it seemed when you were cold, tired and working against the wind.

He was out of breath but at least he wasn't as cold as he had been yesterday. He pulled the collar of the coat up around his throat and entered the museum as fast as he could without tripping over half-numb feet. He'd been everywhere all over town today it seemed. It was hardly the middle of the day yet and he was exhausted but it was a good feeling to be so tired. He knew he would sleep like the dead and that was what he needed tonight.

Eyes searching the rooms, he headed down a hall to the left, calling for Shannon because he had no idea where she might have blocked herself in. He couldn't remember if she'd said she was where she slept so he headed there first. Knocking on the door to where he remembered her sleeping, he called her name. "Hey, Shannon, are you still here?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-05-17 05:34 pm UTC (link)

Shannon was raw. Exhausted and completely drained, she'd taken to curling up in the fetal position on the floor, her journal open and beside her as she huddled on the floor, wrapped in the blanket left from two mornings previous. From the sounds of things, someone pretending to be the Doctor - fairly well and obviously successfully - had had breakfast with her and Dean had come for lunch with she and Sam, only to deny it later.

As if that weren't enough, there was new handwriting in the journal which had logged everyone's names and marked them with letters that seemed to mean nothing and everything all at once. When she'd commented, thinking it was a stupid joke, the words that had reflected back at her had rocked and frightened her to the core. It stood to reason that the messages had come from the person or people who had put them all here. It also stood to reason that they had Sayid. She couldn't think of any other way that they would've known the things they'd known; how exactly to push her buttons and break her down.

So when the museum got quiet and Domeki said he was going out, unsure whether she was still in silent company or completely alone, she'd asked Dean to come. The wait seemed like forever. She'd barricaded the door with a heavy glass and wooden display of dusty clay sculptures when he'd asked her to lock herself in and the minutes dragged by seeming like hours before she heard a knock on the door and Dean's muffled voice.

Taking a deep, shaking breath, Shannon got to her feet. "Yeah, I'm in here," she answered in a watery voice, using the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe the tears from her face. She made no move to push away the barricade. He'd told her not to let him in without a specific phrase and she was neither going to disregard the advice nor ask for the phrase. If it was really Dean, he would know and he would say it. She was certain.

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hellsboy
2009-05-17 05:48 pm UTC (link)

He'd been so busy in the rough and tumble of the past few hours that he'd almost forgotten what he'd told Shannon in the journals about a password. It took a moment for it to dawn on him why he didn't hear anything large and heavy being moved away from the door or the door opening either. He rolled his eyes at himself for forgetting something so important and because this whole situation was just completely ridiculous. This person who had written the list in the journals was a psychotic bastard and if he ever got the chance to get his hands on that guy... Well it wouldn't be pretty.

"Shannon, there are moose tracks in the snow outside," he said somewhat quietly, hoping she could hear him but that no one else would be able to. He didn't want anyone knowing he was using passwords and codes to make sure people stayed safe. Who knew what those fucking clones could pick up on if they knew about his mother and the stupid pink sweatshirt he was wearing.

He felt a sudden pang of anticipation in the pit of his stomach. It had been a few days since he'd seen her and in the rush of everything that had been happening and the craziness all around them, he hadn't stopped to think about what it was going to be like to see her again. He realized then that he couldn't wait much longer to see her and hoped she would open the door soon.

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