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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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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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