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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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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-22 08:34 am UTC (link)

"I hope not," she smirked. Her brain was set back in the pharmacy as well. She wouldn't lie, if he ever dared to ask what her brain was meandering on about - it was how easy it had been for her to fit with him. The way they jabbed at each other, the way they'd laughed with each other, the way they'd held and kissed. It fit. It jived. It was electric. Was Lexie regretting that the Weevil had interrupted? Not exactly. She was regretting that whatever groove they'd been in had been kicked off it's tracks.

"I'm sure if you tried you could have found a girl to pretend to be freezing for you," and that girl could have been her. She would have played along. She would have wanted to relive that moment in the pharmacy where they were so much closer than they were lying on this cot. It was like trying to capture lightning in a bottle or reclaim a moment of laughter. Yet, she was determined to do it.

"That sounds like one happy Speedo," her response was tinged with laughter, canting her head again to catch a glimpse of his smile. She liked it when he smiled. She liked to think that maybe she could do something to cause it. It was nice to see him exactly the same, she wanted to drink whatever Kool-Aid he had if it meant that she'd get to not be quite as affected.

"Doc?" She heard, making her squeeze her eyes shut. Her little moment had been quashed. The beach and it's hammock had turned back into a cot. The pharmacy and those quiet moments with Dean had faded into him with broken hands and she with a bashed in shoulder. The fantasy had stopped and she was back in the disaster.

"I have to go," she whispered, slowly craning her neck to look up at him. She hoped he could read the disappointment in her features beyond that focused look of dedication.

"Doc?" The voice called a bit more urgently.

"I'm here, I'm coming," she breathed in slowly. With a gentle shift she was carefully pushing herself up, her shoulding giving less than vague protest as she tried to sit up with a wince. Carefully replacing the sling her arm was again useless against her and she tried to contain the feeling that she wanted to hit the snooze bar.

One leg started to dangle off the cot's edge. Pulling it back she turned, leaning over him. "Thank you, hero," she murmured, a delicate brush of her lips to his that left her wanting to melt back into the cot, to forget the patient and the quake and her job. Couldn't she just stay, just this once?

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