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Tweak says, "You've been bad go to my room"

Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-02 00:44:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 02, location: museum, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day 2 - Night
Who: Sam and Shannon
What: Sam and Shannon meeting face to face
When: Day 2, night
Where: Art Museum
Rating: PG-13

Sam was tired. The events of the day were finally beginning to get to him. The truth was he just wanted to fall into a bed somewhere, anywhere. Even the hardest motel mattress was better than the wooden floor he'd stretched out on last night in the clock tower. His exhaustion wasn't just physical either. It'd been a trying day mentally as he'd kept working the puzzle of all of them being there over and over in his mind as well as emotionally as he'd struggled with feelings of guilt over not being able to fully protect Luna or Andy from getting hurt. Not only that but the thought that Dean might be out there somewhere, or that he'd been abducted for some kind of test of his own had been worming it's way into his thoughts all day. He was almost certain that the Dean the Doctor had described had been his brother. But if it was, why hadn't he let Sam know that he was there? Sam was pretty sure that Dean could take on a normal wild animal without much trouble, but he knew as well as any hunter that all it took was one moment with your guard down to get yourself in trouble.

He stopped in front of the museum, looking at the sign posted on the door and feeling a tired smile stretch across his face despite himself. He had a feeling that Shannon had expected him much earlier and wasn't sure if her invitation still stood. Still, the thought of a dry place to lay out with the warmth of a fire prompted him reach out and knock on the heavy door.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and waited, slouching slightly as he stared blankly at the door in front of him. He knew he had a couple of hours ahead of him before he could rest. Shannon had talked about sleeping in shifts and that wasn't a bad idea, though he had an idea that it wouldn't make much difference. He didin't think it would be a problem staying up much longer, considering the fact that there was a part of him who was afraid of where he'd be when he opened his eyes again.

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demonboyking
2009-04-04 10:08 pm UTC (link)

Sam nodded and moved the table back in place with little effort. He turned back towards her, taking in her wet appearance, despite the fact that the place looked as sturdy as she'd bragged about. "Were you out?" Sam asked, nodding towards her wet clothes. "Or is there a leak somewhere?" If so he could try to fix it. The clocktower might not have been ideal but it'd been mostly dry.

She lowered the weapon but didn't put it down or away. Sam swallowed, not sure how not to come off as menacing, especially since his height seemed to be something that most people zoomed in on around here. Without knowing it he slouched forward slightly when he put his hands in his pockets. They stood there for a moment and then she broke the silence with an apology.

"It's okay," Sam said, looking slightly relieved when she put down the piece of wood. "I'd rather you be more safe than sorry. He grinned at her comment on his height. "Thanks."

"I'll keep watch, you sleep," Sam said, trying to get a good look at his surroundings from the dim light from the torch. It managed to illuminate the area only within a couple of feet of it. What he was most aware of from studying what he could see from it was the fact that Shannon was attractive. He cleared his throat suddenly feeling kind of awkward.

"Where do you sleep?" He asked, looking away from her and peering further into the cavernous room they were in.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-04 11:16 pm UTC (link)

"I went out," Shannon replied, rolling her eyes at herself and giving him a weak smile. "I was getting tired but I was too scared to sleep," she admitted. "So, I went outside and stood in the rain until I couldn't feel my fingers anymore from the cold and then came in and sat over there," she said, pointing toward the puddle left on the floor beside the torch. "I was too cold to be tired. Woke me right up..."

Sam's body language was not lost on Shannon. She knew it well; Boone did it all the time. Or rather, he had. At least she knew the makeshift weapon was intimidating, even to a guy Sam's size. That made her feel a lot better. The relief on his face when she'd put it down made her feel even better still. "You're welcome," she replied, giving him a small smile back. His almost impish grin reminded her of Charlie, though, and her smile slowly faded away again. It was a horrible thought that Charlie was probably safer on Craphole Island than Shannon was here...and at least he was with Jack and Sayid. Shannon had Sam. She hoped it would be at least a close comparison.

He said he'd keep watch and she could sleep first, but unless the fire was making just the right shadows dance around his face, he looked more tired than she felt just then. "Are you sure? I'm kind of awake now..." she reminded him. She didn't want to point out that he looked tired as hell in spite of his - thank GOD - boyish good looks, which were also not lost on Shannon. People's appearances never were lost on her. As much as she hated to admit it, their looks were the first thing she noticed and judged.

"Uh...just..." Shannon let her voice trail off and gestured vaguely toward the floor. "It's warm and dry, but it's not exactly the Ritz or anything," she added with a weak smile. "There's a ton of rooms, but this one had the least amount of shit on the floor." With that, she moved closer to him and pulled the torch out of its place on the floor. "C'mon, I'll show you," she added, starting toward the hall and assuming he'd follow. She thought to grab the two-by-four again but decided against it. He'd be kind of an idiot to try to attack her when she was carrying a stick on fire, after all, she thought.

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demonboyking
2009-04-05 12:20 pm UTC (link)

"Oh," Sam said, raising his eyebrows as if he were slightly impressed. "That's smart. You must be freezing though." He had never realized how much of a luxury towels and blankets were. Or even a decent change of clothes. His clothes were pretty filthy from two days of use and mud crawling, but he hadn't been able to go to the thrift shop that had been mentioned in the journals and he seriously doubted that they would have anything in his size. Still, if he was right about the experience this morning being some kind of test, maybe they would. Not that it would make him feel better about their situation.

"Nah, I'm fine," Sam said, widening his eyes slightly to prove it. The whole point of him coming was to make her feel a little safer. He wasn't sure how he'd do that by taking the first sleep shift for himself. Besides, he wasn't exactly looking forward to falling asleep. He has half afraid the yellow eyed demon would pay him a visit and tell him this was all his doing and that Cold Oak was going to repeat itself. Still, she had a point, if she couldn't get back to sleep after freezing herself awake, maybe he should take the first shift. Just a short one. "Unless you're too cold now," he said sympathetically. He almost wished he still had his jacket to give to her, but he had a feeling Merope needed it.

Sam looked around the room and smiled at her comment about the Ritz. "The Ritz isn't exactly my kind of place anyway," Sam said, suddenly aware of her nearness as she reached past him for the torch. He was glad for the fact that it was too dark to really make out anything, since he could feel the involuntary warming of his face. He rolled his eyes at himself as Shannon moved away. He was being an idiot. Okay, so she was good looking. That didn't mean anything. It shouldn't mean anything. He was tired and not thinking straight. There were more important matters at hand. Like who was sleeping first and if there was anything useful here in the museum that they could use for warmth or for escape.

He reached up and rubbed his face, trying to keep alert and clear his tired thought processes. He'd kill right now for some caffeine. A steaming cup of coffee had never sounded so good. Even if it was the kind of black lava that diners served on the graveyard shift. He'd take it in a heartbeat. He stepped after Shannon, following the light down the hall and trying to be careful not to trip on anything.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-05 12:54 pm UTC (link)

Shannon gave Sam a weary smile. "Stranded on a scary island before this, remember?" she asked, shivering and hugging herself. People had mentioned a thrift store...maybe she'd see if she could find it after going to the pharmacy with Domeki in the morning. She had the sinking feeling that a place like that wouldn't have anything she'd find acceptable in a normal sense, but beggars couldn't be choosers, she knew. "But yeah, I'm freezing," she agreed. She sort of hated to admit it to him, but then again she was shaking like a leaf; lying to him would've been pointless.

As Sam widened his eyes slightly to try to prove that he wasn't tired, Shannon arched an incredulous eyebrow. He didn't look fine to her, but if he wanted to be Mister Macho and have her take the first shift for sleep, she wasn't going to fight him. Shannon might be frozen to the bone, but she was still tired. "Tired trumps cold," she replied, "if you're sure you're okay..."

The sympathy in Sam's voice and the way he looked around the room without advancing on her was doing much to make Shannon more comfortable with his presence. Shannon didn't really have a choice but to trust him now that he was here; not if she wanted to get any sleep, anyway. Although, as glad as she was for him being there, she still wished he was Sayid. Hell, she'd even take Sawyer at this point, if for no other reason than the fact that even if she kind of hated Sawyer because he was such a smug little asshole, she'd know he wouldn't hurt her. She just had to hope Sam wouldn't.

Looking over her shoulder at Sam, she raised her eyebrows again and stopped before getting too far down the hallway. "No?" she asked. So then, back in the real world he was either new money or no money. No financial security...no need to keep him around after they left. Oh well, if he was a square peg and she was a round hole, it wouldn't work anyway. The analogy made her set her jaw and blush slightly, rolling her eyes at herself before holding the torch out to Sam.

"Here, take this for a second," she said and once he'd taken it, she walked past him again, shrugging off the sopping and still-dripping sweater and wringing it out. If he was going to let her sleep first, then she needed to allow herself to get warm enough to try. Hanging the sweater over the top of the desk to dry, Shannon ran her icy hands over her bare arms and pushed the straps of her tank top back into place before taking the torch back from Sam. For a split second, she hesitated to move away from him; even though he was wet from having been outside, she could still feel the body heat radiating off him. Shaking her head, though, as if to push away that thought, she started down the hall again.

"We should make you a torch...you'll have to stay really close otherwise because this one's kind of small," she said almost apologetically. "Oh, and there's a few Red Bulls over by my kit, actually...if you want one. After I left the gas station earlier, I realized I should probably grab some, so I snatched a four-pack. ...I already had two," she admitted sheepishly as she looked over her shoulder at him again. "They're warm and kind of gross, but they work if you drink 'em fast enough. I've still got the jitters," she laughed. While Shannon wasn't keen on sharing anything, if Sam was even a fraction of as tired as the poor guy looked, he'd probably need it. Before she could stop herself, she added, "and there's a few Slim Fast bars; I ganked a ton of 'em, if you want one. I haven't had a chance to go to the church and get any of the food Sarah said she brought back there, so I don't have anything else. Sorry..."

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demonboyking
2009-04-05 11:20 pm UTC (link)

"Right," He said, as she indicated that tired trumps cold. He wasn't exactly warm himself, but he was sure he wouldn't have any problems dropping off when he let himself. "Yeah, I'm sure," he said, giving her a small smile.

"No," he said as she gave him a surprised look about his reponse to the promise of the Ritz. He fought back the urge to tell her how much his sleeping quarters was different from the Ritz, not really wanting to give off the impression that he was the type that stayed in shady motels on a regular basis. Even if he was.

She held the torch out to him and he took it, noting how much longer it had to burn. He looked over at Shannon just in time to see bare shoulders emerge as she shrugged off her sweater. He stood up a little straighter and swallowed, listening to the sound of the water from her sweater hit the floor before she moved to hang it up. He glanced upwards at the ceiling, when he realized that he might be looking a little too intently. A moment later she was in front of him, taking the torch back and he gave it back to her easily, careful to meet her eyes when he talked to her. "Did you just stumble on this place?" He asked as he followed her down the hall.

He felt his face warm again in the darkness at the implication that they'd have to stay close to stay warm. His mouth tightened in disapproval at himself. He sounded like Dean. He could only imagine the kind of comments his brother would be making right about now. And the kind of lines he would've already fed Shannon. Unless he realized just how scared she was, and it'd be hard not to, then Sam wanted to believe his brother would lay off with just a side comment here or there. He felt a small pang in his chest as his thoughts shifted from Shannon's shoulders to Dean's unknown whereabouts. Shannon had been talking for a couple of seconds before he realized she was pointing things out. He tried to focus on her voice, quickly picking up the context.

"Right," he said, reaching out and popping open a Red Bull. It wouldn't hurt. And the last thing he wanted to do was fall asleep when Shannon was counting on him not to. He took a long sip, the carbonated harshness tickling his throat. It wasn't coffee, but he guessed it would have to work. His shoulders fell at the mention of the church and he sighed heavily. "Man, I'm sorry," he said, giving her an apologetic look. "I was just there. I should've brought you some apples or something. We can go get some in the morning if you want." He looked at the Slim Fast bars. "No, we'd better ration them. I'm okay. I had two apples before I left."

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-05 11:52 pm UTC (link)

As Shannon made her way down the hall, gesturing vaguely at the different rooms in their varied states of decay and destruction, Shannon slowed so that Sam could walk beside her. Beside the fact that it'd be warmer, she thought, to stand next to him than in front of him, she felt weird and uncomfortable about a guy his size that she'd just minutes ago met in person being out of her line of sight.

Looking up at him, she nodded. "Yeah...you could say that. I looked around at a few places I saw on the way up the road - except the clock tower, go figure; I skipped that one - but this one looked pretty good to me and so I kind of called dibs," she explained. If she was in a different mindset, she could perhaps consider the parallel between choosing the largest and nicest looking building she'd seen along the way as her shelter and the upbringing she'd had. Sam said he wasn't used to the Ritz. Shannon was. Or had been, in any case.

After the short and admittedly lackluster tour, Shannon turned them around to head back out to the main room where she'd been staying. She pushed a few stray pieces of hair off her cheeks where they'd been sticking from being still wet and looked over at Sam reflexively when she heard him crack open the Red Bull. Even if she'd refrain from saying so aloud, it was kind of a relief that he'd taken her up on having the energy drink.

She furrowed her brow a bit in confusion when he sighed and his shoulders slumped as he apologized. But when he explained, Shannon's shoulders slumped slightly along with his. "Oh. Yeah, tomorrow sometime, I'll be fine. I had a cookie dough Slim Fast about an hour ago," she said with a small, half-grin.

Wrapping her free arm around herself, Shannon moved away from Sam, shoving the end of her torch back into the floor until it wedged and stood up on its own. She turned back to Sam, then, hugging herself to keep warm. At least she'd stopped shaking. "Okay, big guy, got your matches?" she asked, smirking. "You're gonna learn how to make a torch."

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demonboyking
2009-04-06 02:47 am UTC (link)

Sam took in the different rooms, mentally categorizing the old furniture that might be able to be used as fire fodder. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of town this tiny with no discernible houses would have an art museum. It didn't make any sense. The placement of everything in this town was so abstract, and not exactly useful. He didn't know what kind of people would use this place as a town center, even if it hadn't been used in years or decades. "It's a nice piece of real estate," Sam said, as she finished up the tour and began to lead the way back to the front.

The Red Bull and the apples didn't seem to agree and Sam stopped guzzling the yellow liquid after half a can and a queasy feeling in his stomach, deciding to save the rest for later. He returned her half-grin, glad at least that she hadn't been starving and he'd forgotten the only foodstuffs they'd come across yet. He hoped that he'd be able to find some kind of way to cook the meat. It was kind of ironic that as much as he knew about supernatural hunting, he knew nothing about regular hunting or preparing food that had been hunted. Not that the idea of eating wolf meat was all that appealing, still he guessed it was better than nothing.

Sam blinked at her for a moment and then turned to put his drink down on the table blocking the door. "Uh, yeah," he said, producing his kit from the back of his jeans where he'd normally keep a gun if he were carrying one. He pulled out the matches, long fingers flipping the book open for her inspection.

"You said you made it out of canvas?" He asked, looking around the room.

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