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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
2009-05-26 09:10 pm UTC (link)

With a shrug and a small smirk, Shannon shook her head. "I wouldn't have offered if I minded," she replied. A small part of her thought that maybe he was proud of her for being prepared. Good, then it worked out doubly well. She was prepared - one point - and he thought maybe a little better of her - two points. She couldn't help the fact that in spite of the playful grin, her eyes practically sparkled with happiness; much, probably, like a validated puppy who'd brought back the toy that had been tossed in a game of fetch. Lookit what I can do! the look said. Do I get a reward?

Dean looked almost pensive for a moment and Shannon wished like hell she could find out what was going through his mind without asking the ever-annoying, "penny for your thoughts," or something equally as irritating and similar. Was he trying to think of a way to back out of getting her out of the museum? Trying to figure out how to let her down without dropping the mutual white flags they'd agreed to put up? Whatever it was he was thinking, she wasn't going to let on that she was worried. It wasn't any of her business what Dean was thinking; she had no right to wonder what was on his mind.

So, when he reached out and brushed the rest of her tears away with his fingers, Shannon was taken aback. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch without meaning to. When her eyes fluttered open again, it was because Dean spoke. "Yeah," she agreed. They should get going; before people started coming back. "I will, when we get to the gym," she replied. She had every intention of letting Sam know, because she'd want him to let her know if the tables were turned. That and she'd promised.

She faltered, though, unsure if she should be the first one to move or if she should wait and follow Dean. If she waited, would he think she was changing her mind and get upset? If she took the lead, would he think she was being too eager? Shannon took a deep breath and let it out in a succinct sigh, reaching up to wipe her face with the heels of her hands. "Okay, yeah, let's go. I need to get out of here," she reiterated, taking a step toward him, neither taking the lead nor hanging back to force him into initiating their actual movement out the door.

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hellsboy
2009-05-27 02:19 pm UTC (link)

Dean grinned at her and nodded. "Isn't that the truth?" he asked, mostly teasing her. He was glad she was willing to be so generous considering their recent past. He was glad he was able to control himself because he'd been pretty damned sure he was over this one. Until he'd seen her again. There wasn't any transference going on now and he knew it.

He was a little taken aback himself that Shannon responded to his wiping her tears in the way she had. Leaning into his touch, closing her eyes. She missed the slight raise of brows replaced with the flash of a wry smile when she opened her eyes again. She'd seemed to enjoy his touch but he wasn't going to take that personally. It could have been any combination of things including the stress of the moment. He wasn't going to let himself even think about hoping.

Except he wanted to hope. Dammit, he was going to hope. He had no choice at this point. But that was all he would allow. He was still leaving her behind with Sam so he could go on to the house by himself. He wasn't going to think about it anymore right now.

"You got it. Let's hit the road, Jack." Impulsively he slid a hand into hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze as she stepped toward him. He smiled almost apologetically and shrugged a little at the forwardness of just doing it. Then he was walking and he knew she would be right with him as he led the way from museum and into the chilly afternoon air.

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