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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
2009-04-14 11:54 pm UTC (link)

He gave her a small smile when she said she'd done most of her traveling overseas. "I guess so," he said, not able to help but think that he would've traded his hours of time on the road for frequent flier miles any day. Then again he would've had to have gone alone, since he was pretty sure Dean was never setting foot on a plane again.

He stepped back and looked at the torch, wondering how long it would burn for. Shannon's looked much more used than his, but it was still burning fairly brightly. Eventually they were going to run out of paintings. Depending on how long they were there for and at this point he had no idea how long that might be. Still, he found it all too easy to return her smile before he moved back over to the desk.

Sam shot her a sympathetic look when she said she was still cold, wishing he had held onto his jacket. "It's weird that there's a thrift shop here," he said, looking at his feet while he stuck his hands in his pockets and leaned against the desk. "The whole layout of the town is weird. A museum, a thrift shop, a carnival..." He glanced up at her. "But no houses? It seems really random."

"Yeah, I'm sure," he said, giving her a small smile when she said she was going to try to sleep. She seemed to hesitate and then made her case about sharing body heat. Sam's tired face slackened a little in surprise before he had a chance to recover. He swallowed, his brows knitting slightly as he nodded. "Uh, yeah, no problem," he said, giving her a small, nervous grin as reached up and rubbed his neck. "I can do that." Though he sounded a little unsure.

Suddenly the whole situation was a little awkward. He wondered if he should try to rub her shoulders for her, or offer to. Though he was afraid that would come off as a little creepy. He could practically hear Dean's voice inside his head urging him to offer anyway. C'mon, Sammy.

He let out a slow breath and waited for her to move, trying not to make the situation any stranger than it already was. They were in some deserted town forced to make torches out of oil paintings and chair legs, sharing body heat wasn't really that much stranger. It made sense. More than that, it was smart. Wherever Shannon came from, she obviously knew a thing or two about roughing it.

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