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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-14 22:16:00

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!complete, day 11, dean winchester, lexie grey, location: gym

Day 11: Early Morning
Who: Dean Winchester & Lexie Grey
What: Dean is hurt, Lexie's a doctor... um
When: Early morning
Where: Gym
Rating: R (language - it IS Dean)
Status: Active

Dean had spent a really restless night on the cot. Half the time he was either in pain, tossing and turning in such a way as to not bump the broken bones even if his body didn't want to sleep just on one side, or awake and listening to the pitiful groans of others in far more pain than he was. It made for a very cranky morning when the sun finally began peeking through the cracks in the rubble of the gym roof and walls. He grumbled under his breath as he tried to turn over and gasped as a sharp pain shot through his side.

"Oh fucking, fuck," he cussed and pulled himself up to a sitting position with another gasp against the pain. He'd been dreaming, during what little time he'd spent sleeping, about the red-eyed man yanking his arm and popping his elbow back into joint with a wet, angry stab of pain. He momentarily thought Elliot was back at his side, discussing where it hurt but he blinked his eyes hard a few times. Life around him was chaos.

"Someone needs their ass fucking kicked in," he grumbled and held his arms close to his side, surveying the chaos of the gym with bleary eyes. He wondered if, among the cots, Sam was among the wounded. He wanted to catch the next person in a white lab coat and ask. He grabbed at the passing tail of a white coat and held fast. "Is my brother here?" he demanded.

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hellsboy
2009-06-18 09:52 am UTC (link)

Pain killers were nice but they didn't stop you from feeling sudden jarring or incidental twinges. Ah well. She was a salve all on her own to him right now. Having her there made it easier for him to relax and ease out of the wired state he'd been in all day. He hoped she'd stay for a few hours but he was pretty sure she'd have to get up and get back to work. It seemed to be in her nature to be busily working whenever she could be. Why else would she have set up the clinic?

"Since I'm falling asleep, you promise?" he asked and grinned sleepily down at her as she looked up. He gave her an impulsive, light peck on the lips. It seemed the natural thing to do and he was nothing if not affectionate at the moment. Just an unavoidable side effect of being sleepy... or maybe of being with her. He couldn't tell anymore. In the back of his mind a small voice told him he wouldn't have done it had she been Shannon and the fact that Shannon had crept into his time with Lexie annoyed him momentarily. He shoved thoughts of her aside.

"You know, I almost went supernova the other day," he answered her and gave her the gentlest of squeezes with the elbow that rested against her. "Almost wish it would snow again." He yawned softly, turning his face away from her as he did.

He wondered what she was thinking about as she fell quiet for a few moments or if she'd fallen asleep. He began to drift off himself until she started talking again. It startled him slightly and he chuckled inwardly at himself. He really had let his guard down, hadn't he? Startled by someone murmuring about beaches and relaxation.

"Mm sounds good to me, Doc. At this beach are you wearing a bikini?" he asked softly with a note of amusement in his voice. Unable to help himself, he added, "Or would this be a nudist beach?" He laughed then but it was so quiet that all he did was shake slightly and cough once as his ribs protested again.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-18 01:28 pm UTC (link)

Lexie is he sort to be a mover and a shaker. In fact, her tendency to keep moving, even at a slow pace lead some to wonder if she didn't rely upon some sort of chemical to fuel her energy, for better or worse she was more fueled by an odd mixture of curiousity and compassion. Well, that an a set of goals that served more like fodder for a steeple chase than a finish line for a sprinter.

"I'll see what I can do," she said to his grin, her own expression about to mirror his own as that brief brush of his lips left her smile stuck somewhere between dreamy grin and subtle smirk. "I'd call that funny business," she mused, laying her head back down on his shoulder. She wasn't certain what had brought that tiny bit of affection her way but it left her half-dead brain swimming.

"Supernova." That should have sounded like a question, instead it was more of a statement. "That would have been one awfully warm space." When he'd mentioned the snow her mind went to retracing the pharmacy which of course made her thoughts wander. It was how she'd wound up with her brain on the beach. This time, Dean wasn't her cabana boy, he was settled in a hammock with her. It was summer, he in his trunks, she in her swimsuit the feel of his skin against hers hot and soft.

"Bikini?" That did sound like a question this time as her mind left surfside and landed itself back onto the cot next to the object of her affection. Her mind had slipped itself off to that place, hadn't it? She'd worked so hard at being busy and distracted and flirty and not 'that' girl; that she'd taken a step down the path from flirty friend to flirty with intent. Intent to what?

Oh, she didn't want to go that way. It was never good to go that way. Crash and burn. Contrary to what she thought she did or did not want to do, Lexie stayed right where she was, her breathing slow as she chewed her lip a little. She couldn't help but feel like she'd managed to step onto a live wire. Dean was the flirty gallavanting hero who ran around saving girls. Don't set yourself up for this one, Lexie, she thought, forcing her mind back into the wit and comfort of their playful banter. "Why is it I can picture you in a purple banana hammock?"

She noticed the way he winced when he laughed and immediately she wished she hadn't joked. "Sorry," she whispered and winced. Her free hand snaked up from where it rested on his chest up toward his right shoulder to gently rub, a consolatory gesture.

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