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Tweak says, "too much booty in the pants!"

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
2009-05-26 09:25 am UTC (link)

Dean smiled at her in a pleasantly surprised way. She'd had the presence of mind to think ahead to maybe needing things to tide her over during the snow. She'd gone and gotten what she needed. He liked the initiative and the fact that she wasn't sitting back on her haunches. He wondered if she had continued to believe he'd been talking about her when he was giving himself shit about treating things like a country club here. She must've taken it to heart if she was all ready to go trooping after supplies and out into the woods with him if necessary. It was an unintended side effect but he was impressed with her tenacity.

"Perfect timing, actually. I've been trying to get there for provisions since yesterday. You don't mind sharing?"

He eyed her curiously. He was trying to figure out what that expression was on her face. He liked it but he couldn't read it. It was oddly hopeful or something like that. What in this situation would make her feel hopeful, he wondered. Unless she really was as unhappy with the crowdedness and the idea of getting out of here was completely making her day. Except he couldn't imagine Shannon not wanting to be a social. She seemed the thrive with the attention. She might have decided to be more proactive but less social? He couldn't figure that one out. But who said he understood girls anyway?

Especially when that shit happened. Her expression changed and it was even harder to read than the one before it. It seemed to happen for no reason and he wanted to roll his eyes. Why was she so difficult to please? He felt like he was doing the wrong thing all the time with her. Try not to hurt her, she's offended. Try to flirt with her, she's interested in Sam. Try to have sex with her, well that had been doomed from the beginning, hadn't it? What was the right thing in this situation? Should he leave her here and just have Sam figure out what to do with her?

No, he couldn't leave her here when he'd said he'd take her with him. As confusing and frustrating as she was, he knew a few things with perfect clarity. He wanted her with him and he wanted her safe. Safe... Looking at Shannon it suddenly dawned on him. The nagging thing in the back of his mind that went beyond not wanting to bring her back to the house because he hadn't checked all the rooms. He was possibly dangerous himself. The clones running around were proof that the people running this place could fuck with them in any way they wanted. Who knew what they'd done to him while they had him? Who knew if he might go robot and carry out some horrible mission to hurt people?

Without thinking about it, he reached out and touched her cheek with his fingertips, brushing away the last traces of moisture from her tears. "We need to get going soon. You probably should let Sam know where you're going."

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