SIXTH ENTRY

[keepsthemsafe]

[Here is Shane on video, looking a little uncomfortable. No. More then a little uncomfortable.]

Thanks for the gifts uh..Dracula and others.

Hope you liked yours. [Namely that he wanted everyone to get a correctional handbook and all wardens to get a badge.]

Dean Winchester?

Think you and I oughta have a sit-down.

Comments

Anytime!

[vainqueurdeluxe]

You want me to prove it? Are you seriously doubting me right now?

Re: Anytime!

[keepsthemsafe]

[He presses his hands together.] No. No I ain't but I was trying to be nice.

Maybe now would be good?

[vainqueurdeluxe]

Don't even bother... Not right now... I just can't. This... this thing is a symbol of how the Capitol owns me now. Even if you didn't mean it? You can't just NICE yourself out of this.

[She throws it... not necessarily at him, but it clatters on the ground in front of him.]

o hai there did someone order a Dean?

[surfaceshine]

[Dean hears the voices from down the hall, but he's preoccupied with the file in his good hand and doesn't pay much attention to it at first. He doesn't get involved in domestic disputes as a rule unless the fists start flying, and that goes double for the Barge.

Then he realizes that he recognizes the deeper voice, realizes that's an argument brewing, and tucks the file away into his jacket pocket as he glances up and jogs to close the distance. ]

Hey, hey, whoa, everyone take a deep breath. [Dean doesn't know the woman, and he has absolutely no doubt he won't get anywhere now, but he still flips on the easy charm because it usually gets him further than just barking orders. Nonetheless, he intends to shove between them and won't stop until he gets the job done.]

What's going on here?

WEEE

[keepsthemsafe]

[Dean glares at him] step off man, this isn't you man.

[He frowns at her.] This ain't nice. I'm not being nice.

[vainqueurdeluxe]

[Well, fuck. Another person. Cashmere attempts to calm herself down, but it ends up more looking like she's having a panic attack.... She frowns at Dean and shakes her head.]

Nothing... it's nothing... Sorry. I didn't mean to alarm you....

[surfaceshine]

[Dean recognizes an act when he sees one - the woman's apology is the same as his broad, bright grin, and he knows it, but it's a favorable reaction for the time being so he'll take it.

Instead he cocks an eyebrow at Shane, lets the painted-on grin go impish.]

Sure it is. I'm your warden now, so this is all kinds of me.

[His good hand twisted into Shane's sleeve isn't anywhere near as friendly as his tone or the smile he turns on the woman, apparently oblivious to her panicking.]

You didn't, darlin'. You okay, miss...? [Crap, why doesn't he know who this is.]

[keepsthemsafe]

[It's hard to keep your mouth shut when you're pissed off - and women did that. Because you try and do something nice, something decent and good and they fuck with you. They always fuck with you. When Dean shows up there's a moment of recognition - a moment of aren't you that guy?... and then yeah it is you before he addresses her and announces his reasons.

He's his warden. Well great.]

...You're my warden? You?

[Shane's tone is flat, turning annoyed quickly before pushing his shoulder in his direction.] Yeah okay this ain't your business then. I gave her a gift. Sorry it offended. Jesus lady, cut a guy some slack.

[vainqueurdeluxe]

[This is only slightly an act, though... Cashmere really is freaking out... And she's all for ignoring Shane, now. She takes a few deep breaths and nods, smiling slightly, at the man.]

Cashmere...

[A warden. Great, just peachy...]

I'm fine... I just... bad memories came up and I over reacted...

[Her gaze flickered over to Shane, warily, but almost as an unspoken warning. Don't. Say. A. Word.]

[surfaceshine]

Yeah, I'm sure we'll get along great. BFFs, the whole nine.

[The hunter isn't as oblivious as his easy smile suggests, he knows there's something else going on here, but he has priorities right now - he's got to, because there's something...

Shane tries to shrug him off but Dean isn't having it, keeps his hold sufficiently to try to tilt the shorter but bulkier man away from both himself and Cashmere, back down the hall. He's only worried about Cashmere insofar as what she's going to do with regards to Shane.]

You good? You uh... [There's a moment that god, this just feels stupid, but he can't come up with anything better to say, so whatever.] Need to call someone? Or something?

[Swapping his attention to Shane, he raises both eyebrows.]

I thought we were having a sit-down.

[keepsthemsafe]

[Shane for his part shoots a nasty look at Cashmere, very nasty.] Next time how about being a little more open with your...facts.

[Dean does not enter into the picture. "I thought we were having a sit down" gets ignored for a moment as he turns away from them both for a moment...looking down the hallway.]

...Got held up. The fuck you want with that.

[vainqueurdeluxe]

Perhaps because it's none of your business.

[Her own comment is just short of a snarl. But she glances back at the warden and shakes her head.]

I'm fine... I'll be fine, I don't need to call anyone.

[surfaceshine]

[Dean doesn't like the expression Shane gets or the way he looks at Cashmere, and his own darkens slightly though he never quite loses his casual smile.]

Alright, we'll be getting outta your hair, then.

[Never quite loses it, anyway, until he looks back at Shane. He notes the crown that seemed to be in dispute but, having no clue what it's about and seeing that it's clearly not something that belongs to his new inmate, the hunter shoves at his hold on the older man's shirt to push him towards the cabin he'd been headed for originally.]

C'mon. We need to chat.

[keepsthemsafe]

[Shane doesn't react to the shove or the hold. Instead he's looking back at the woman with a very dark frown on his face, not saying anything.

He will however lead them back to his cabin, leaning against the door before opening it.]

Don't fucking judge me. She's overreacting.

[vainqueurdeluxe]

[Cashmere snatched the crown, still intent on destroying the damned thing. She offered a small smile at the warden before turning around and stalking away from the pair of them.]