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Tweak says, "Give her hell from us, Peeves!"

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
2009-05-18 08:02 am UTC (link)

Dean put out a hand as though he was going to touch her arm and then let it fall away. It had been a reflex that he hadn't been able to stop. He clenched his teeth, jaw muscles flexing in agitation as he continued to take her in. This was not right. She should not be put in a situation where every ounce of snark had been drained from her and her self-confident little chin wasn't held high.

He wanted to find Sam and drag the kid back by the scruff of his neck, make him look at Shannon like this and demand to know how he could've left her alone for a second. Of course, he had no idea what had happened that might have drawn Sam away. If someone was hurt... but seeing Shannon like this was upsetting. He was angry and there was no one real to blame.

His brows knit together again when she started and stopped her sentence. "Yes," he answered nodding. "It's more than okay if you want to come with me. Where do you want to go?"

He looked at her face, her eyes, searchingly. What he wouldn't give to see into her head right now and know exactly what she needed. He could save the day but he was never good with girls who were crying. He could really make a mess of this and he knew it but he was going to go on instinct.

So fuck it, he thought and closed the distance between them. Gently he pulled the edge of her sleeve, tugging her into him and wrapping his arms around her as carefully as if she might disintegrate should he hold her too tightly.

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