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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
2009-04-06 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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