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Tweak says, "What are you, Goldilocks?"

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
2009-05-31 01:37 pm UTC (link)

Dean was still thinking about Lexie when Shannon leaned her head against his shoulder. It didn't quite startle him but it brought him back to the present away from steamy kisses and a girl who was a lot less complicated and seemingly a lot more interested. He'd left her to her own devices in the gym and run off for other girls like an ass. And here he was, about to drop off Shannon and run off for other things. Like an ass. He was a heel and he knew it but at least he wasn't sticking around long enough to endanger anyone.

"I'm sorry, did you just say you loved me?" he asked with a big, shit-eating grin on his face. He knew she couldn't see it with her head against his shoulder but he was sure she could hear it. He was going to brush off the seriousness until he was by himself. There was no reason to set her worrying about whether or not she was going to be safe because he was over here brooding.

When she looked up at him, her face so close to his own, he almost kissed her. Had almost kissed her out of habit. A habit that had been part of his past. Something he was definitely going to let go of because he couldn't risk going supernova at the whim of the jackasses up there pulling the strings and running things. Instead of kissing her he looked away toward the gym which was now so close to them that he could make out someone standing in front of it so he stopped walking.

"Hey, I'm always cute. But uh, not pretty," he insisted with a casually playful smile. The game was back, that was for sure. He felt a twinge of regret that it was only coming back now that things were horrific around them and now that he was going to have to leave her again. Damn those assholes for making him do this. But what was done was done. This was just how it was going to have to be.

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