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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 07:55 pm UTC (link)

The way Dean's body had relaxed from what looked to Shannon like a defensive stance upon realizing she was alone on the other side of the door made her hiccup again. She'd seen him do that at the gym. Confident, somehow, that words and thoughts were less conscious than reflexive body language, Shannon closed her eyes in a slow blink and relaxed. The shaking didn't cease, but the fear and reservation drained from her.

She didn't move toward him nor did she move away. Moving toward him could still very well be unwelcome, she thought, but moving away would make him think she didn't believe or trust that it was really him. She moved one hand up to her aching shoulder where she'd thrown her weight against the display and didn't bother to put up the walls around herself, too tired and strung out to try.

"It's my fault," she choked out before she could stop herself. She could hear the song in her head and it made her sick to her stomach. La mer qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs. A des reflets d'argent. La mer des reflets changeants sous la pluie... Whether she wanted to cry again or throw up, Shannon was unsure.

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hellsboy
2009-05-17 08:19 pm UTC (link)

She looked so broken that he was not sure exactly what to do now that he had her here. He wanted to take her away with him but where? He wasn't going to take her back to the house in this state. She would be twitching and startling at every little creak and settling of the house. And he sure as hell wasn't staying here in the museum. The place was already crowded enough as far as he knew from what Shannon had said not to mention if he stayed it would just be to watch his brother protect her. He wasn't needed.

"You're fault?" he asked with his brows furrowing together. "What is your fault?" He frowned at her as she rubbed her shoulder and again fought off the urge to pull her into his arms and hold her. "They left, that's not your fault. They're idiots. I can't believe Sam wouldn't make sure you were okay. Nothing else is your fault either. You haven't done anything wrong."

He wasn't sure why he was making such a big deal of soothing her when if he hadn't known she was as scared as she looked to be he probably would have just let her stew. It felt like the asshole with his list and the clones or whatever they were made everything an extenuating circumstance and she was blameless now. Everything had rewound to the beginning for them somehow. And he wanted her to be okay more than anything else at that moment.

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