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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Dean turned off the engine of the Impala and stepped out. The radio still blared and he sighed, shaking his head. There was something so wrong with this backdoor gift but he couldn't put his finger on it. He knew though that he should save some gas and the best place to leave the car seemed to be here near the Thrift Shoppe. There was a back street with no buildings on it across from the store. It didn't seem likely anyone would bother it there and he could work on her in peace.

Except what he needed were a few tools he thought he'd seen in the shop the last time he'd been there with Tonks. Slamming the door he started walking toward the shop with a slightly annoyed glance over his shoulder at the screaming vocals issuing from the radio. If he had to hear more stupid men crooning in girlish voices about taking someone's mama out all night his head might just explode.

Picking up the pace, Dean jogged up to the door, listening to the bell above it tinkle as he entered. The flash of blonde hair in the racks made his heart stop. Luna? But she was dead, wasn't she? He followed her silently, wanting to see a glimpse of her face, inform his mind that he had been given the wrong information. Luna wasn't dead. She couldn't be. He smiled as he caught sight of the hair again and reached out to touch her shoulder. "Where have you been?" he asked with a chuckle that stopped with a sudden suck of air, the smile frozen on his face.