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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 06:02 pm UTC (link)

For a moment, it was quiet on the other side and Shannon found that she was holding her breath without realizing it, waiting for the word and terrified that the person on the other side of the door wouldn't know what to say it. And that, when she refused to let them in, they'd force their way. She hiccuped slightly as she struggled not to let out a sob of relief when she barely heard Dean's words on the other side of the door. It was him; she would be safe now.

It took more effort than she'd remembered using the first time to try to move the stupid thing in front of the door. Fresh tears, this time of frustration, spilled down her cheeks as she grunted and pushed all of her body weight against the display. At first, it just inched with a loud scraping sound, away from the current position, and then it stuck on what Shannon could only assume was a warped and upraised floorboard. "Come on!" she screamed, pounding on the thing with her fists. "Move!"

Shannon stood back a few steps and then threw her weight against the display again, this time with her shoulder impacting and she could already feel that there was going to be a nasty bruise there sooner than later, but the display skidded forward and a few of the sculptures were knocked free of their stands, falling to the floor with dull thumps or shattering sounds. Shannon, to her credit, managed to catch herself with both hands on the floor before face-planting herself and then she scrambled back to her feet and wiped her face with the hoodie sleeve again before opening the door.

Looking up at Dean, she wanted to throw her arms around him, but she felt that she'd already done it once for the day and the thought made her feel dirty when he had said it hadn't been him that had come by earlier. So she stood still, looking back at him, trembling and wide-eyed, her skin blotchy and red from having broken down.

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hellsboy
2009-05-17 07:29 pm UTC (link)

Dean's first instinct when he heard her scream was to take action. For all he knew she could be fighting off an attacker in there and he could only think of getting in there. He started turning the door knob and throwing his weight against the door over and over again. The adrenaline coursed through him so fast that he probably could have ripped the door off its hinges right then and there if he could have gotten a good hold on it. "Shannon!" he shouted. "Shannon, are you okay?"

There was a loud sound from the other side of the door and Dean stepped back, prepared for anything to come shooting out of the opening. He stepped onto the balls of his feet, arms out defensively, as he tried to catch his breath. But all he saw when the door was thrown open was Shannon. He registered relief for himself and then the deer in the headlights expression she wore. And she was shaking.

"Oh, Shannon. I'm so sorry," he said and relaxed his body, taking a hesitant step toward her. He wasn't sure if she believed it really was him or if she believed he had played a joke on her still. He wanted to reach out and touch her face or pull her into his arms and hold her until she stopped shaking but instead he stood there, looking for some sign that she wasn't going to bolt.

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