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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
2009-04-05 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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