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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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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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