robin scherbatsky (rcscherbatsky) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-03-18 22:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, robin scherbatsky |
Who: Robin Scherbatsky and Dean Winchester
Where: The yard of the prison
When: Tonight
What: When you avoid thinking about certain things, they catch up to you when you least expect it.
Warnings: Nope.
After spending some time on the roof with Dean earlier in the day, Robin had gone back to her cell but had found it hard to stay there or even stay still. She found herself restless, too wired to stay in one spot, and after grabbing the hunting jacket she had picked up along the way to Everett she made her out out to the yard. It was cold, far too cold to just casually be strolling outside, but Robin had been born and raised in Canada. She prided herself in the fact that the cold didn't affect her like it did with other people, and right now she just needed a breather.
It was strange. The prison was big enough to provide enough room for many, but there were times when she found it confining. She was fine while in the sentry towers, and she didn't mind it at all while she was exploring it with Dean, but there were days when part of her wondered if she belonged there. She was part of sentry, and she did her job to keep people safe, but there were days when she questioned whether or not she should stay for long.
Deep down she knew the answer. It had nothing to do with Hell Gods, or vampires even if it was still a trip to think those really existed. For a year she had been looking for her friends - her family, and there were days when it felt like she was taking the easy way out by just staying. What if they needed her? Were they alive? Dead? Her heart clenched at the idea of Lily, Marshall and their child being dead. Ted. Barney. She should have found them. She should have left her job when the outbreak had happened and taken them to Canada herself. It was home for her, wasn't it? She could have lead the way. Ted had never been one for guns. Neither had Barney, or Lily, or even Marshall; she could have tried to keep them safe.
As her boots crunched along the fallen snow, she dug out the worn out pack of cigarettes from her pocket and lit one up. As she slowly walked away from the prison, but well within the yard, she took a slow long drag and just let her lungs burn. Robin tried to keep her smoking to a minimum, mainly to keep herself from burning through the carton she had pilfered from an abandoned liquor store while on the road, but tonight she wanted a cigarette. She needed one.
Because, while spending time with Dean earlier, she realized how much she found herself enjoying it. She realized how much she enjoyed his company, the ease of it all. Their visits to the roof, their sneaking away to more private parts of the prison. And, while sitting with him earlier and knowing that his brother had been found, she wondered for the millionth time if her friends were out there. If they were okay, if they were safe.
And, for someone that never let herself wish for any sort of miracle because they just seemed absolutely ridiculous to her, as she looked up at the night sky she hoped with all her might that they would be okay. That they would be safe. That, wherever they were, they were alive.
Please, she thought to herself as she took another drag, please just be okay.