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Tweak says, "Covalent with your mom!"

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
2009-05-20 04:42 pm UTC (link)

Dean watched her walk across the room for her journal. He felt the loss of her; his arms wanted her back, to protect her. Something about the this felt final and not in a good way. He knew that was going to bother him so he was going to have to let it go or at least push it aside. He could deal with that later. Right now she at least wanted to go with him. Not because it was him but because he offered her a way out of the museum.

That's what I am today, Dean the Protector, he thought and inwardly rolled his eyes because he had, in one day, become exactly what he had been teasing his brother about being before. Although it hadn't been entirely necessary for Sam to protect all the girls from Dean. His head wasn't really in messing around these days. Which should have been a red flag that he was getting soft but he was choosing to ignore it. Whatever it was about Shannon that drew him, he wanted more.

"Okay, let's hit the road, Private Pretty. We should stop at the gas station for some supplies like water if there's any left. If not we can melt snow. I got some skunky beer that I'm sure will taste much better once we let it sit in the snow a little while." Why the fuck was he rambling like a nervous teenager? Why the fuck was he talking like they were a we and "we" was going back to the house? No, that would not work at all. He hadn't checked all of the rooms - the thing had way too many - or the grounds well enough. He couldn't bring Shannon back there.

And what would Sam think? No, Sam would never understand that at all. Clearing his throat, he ran a hand up the back of his hair and said, "Feel like camping out in one of the gym offices? I wanted to go through some of the journals you saw in there and see if there's anything in them that could help me figure out anything about the stupid fucker with his lists."

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