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Sam Winchester ([info]demonboyking) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-17 15:50:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, day 15, dean winchester, location: gym, sam winchester

Day Fifteen, Evening
Who: Sam and Dean Winchester
What: Finding out what's wrong
Where: The Gym
When: Evening (Around 8:00 pm)
Rating: Let's just go R, they are Winchesters
Status: Active

He had already known something was wrong before Lexie had posted the note in the journals to him. He had just wanted to write it off as Dean forgetting or losing his journal somewhere, or being too busy to look at it. Still, he and Gambit had gone through all that trouble of getting food and Dean hadn't been by or written him once about it. The fact that Andy had written him earlier that morning with instructions to run had only made him more tense as the day wore on.

He made the now familiar trek from the museum to the gym in no time, not even really bothering to wait and see what Lexie would write in response to his questions. Her answers really wouldn't change things enough to warrant him not coming. She'd said something was wrong with Dean and she'd asked if he could fix it. That was all he needed to know. He slipped inside the doors and looked around for his brother, not spotting him on the line of cots. "Dean?" He called out, being reminded of the last time he'd come to the Gym looking for his brother and finding him beaten to hell with his hands broken, or the time before that when he'd had to tell him about their Dad. He started moving towards the offices at the back. "Dean!"



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[info]hellsboy
2009-08-09 10:45 pm UTC (link)
Dean wasn't fully aware of just how all over the place he was. He was still reeling internally, still unsure of whether or not he wanted to be dead and out of this fucking crazy place or alive and able to protect or sacrafice himself for others like Lexie and Sam. He tried to smile at Sam but it came out a bit half-assed and his brows drooped into what had to have looked like a smile about to burst into tears expression.

He coughed and shook his head as he felt tears beginning to form again. No, none of that, Winchester. Suck it the fuck up, Winchester. Walk it off. Why was that voice in his head sounding like Dad just now? He felt somewhat stronger as that occurred to him. Even Sam was beginning to sound like Dad. Which meant Dean couldn't let the Shannon thing go.

"I changed the subject. You and Shannon, right? I think I heard that somewhere in the journals. Way to go, Sammy. Finally woke up to that one, huh?" he teased but his tone was exhausted and hollow still. He suddenly wanted Lexie then. Wanted to see her again and hold her in one arm as he held on to Sam with the other. Nothing could hurt any of them if they all stuck together, right?

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