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

[vainqueurdeluxe]

[Someone is looking decidedly not happy about her gift.]

I suppose I'm not very familiar with Christmas traditions....

[keepsthemsafe]

[Someone is grinning] Hey there darlin'. What's not t'be familiar with?

[vainqueurdeluxe]

[Yeah, she's not grinning back.]

The gifts, I guess....

[keepsthemsafe]

Did you like what you got?

[vainqueurdeluxe]

The sentiment I'm sure was nice...

[Her voice is very tense...]

But I don't know why you would gift something like that.

[keepsthemsafe]

...You don't like it? The hell did ...

Model like you I thought it'd be pretty.

[vainqueurdeluxe]

Pretty? My victor's crown embellished in diamonds.... I love diamonds... but...

The crown? Really Shane?

[keepsthemsafe]

...They gave you a crown? I asked um' to get you something pretty. ...What do you mean Victors Crown?

[vainqueurdeluxe]

He gave me a fucking crown because you didn't specify...

A reminder of home that I didn't need... Reminding me of what I did... Who I am.

[keepsthemsafe]

...What?

...Winning Miss USA that bad?

[je_suis_avec_toi]

I didn't know for certain what you'd like or know you well, but I'm always glad when people enjoy their gifts in general.

[keepsthemsafe]

[hospitality dictates that he thank her personally, but he's literally drawing a blank on her name and so.]

It was very kind.

Thank you.

[je_suis_avec_toi]

It wasn't much. A candle and slippers.

Don't worry. I wondered how you were doing.

[keepsthemsafe]

..Nothin' to do but keep going.

[je_suis_avec_toi]

Keep it up then, sir.

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[surfaceshine]

Gimme ten and I'll be down. Unless you'd rather meet somewhere else?

[Dean isn't sure what to feel about most things right now, and this definitely tops the list, so he just goes with professional mode for the time being.]

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[keepsthemsafe]

[Professional mode. Shane can appreciate that.]

Didn' figure wardens would let an inmate choose. You don't have a sit down room here?

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[surfaceshine]

[Dean notes that comment for what it is, decides not to bicker about it right now. They can figure out how Dean, at least, isn't like other Wardens later, once they have a better measure for each other than twinkies and a haunted hotel.]

Not really. My last inmate wanted to walk around and talk. Most use one or the other's cabin, or a neutral public place. S'up to you - anywhere but the deck.

[Because fuck the deck.]

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[keepsthemsafe]

Deck's off limits.

[His voice is soft. Sure okay.]

Gimme ten and meet me in my room then. You young? You sound young.

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[surfaceshine]

Old enough. See you in ten.

[Depends on what scale they're using, but Dean's not gonna play this game either way. He clicks the feed off to get his shit together and finish the last page of this file.]

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[surfaceshine]

Uh huh.

[Dean follows behind, keeping only just enough attention on Cashmere to make sure she's leaving. Once he's sure of that, though, he turns his full attention to following Shane into the room, hard edges filtering in around his smile as it fades.

He really doesn't like that look.]

Okay, so, first rule, and I don't give a shit how unfair you think it is, you stay away from women. Period. Got it?

--> To Spam.

[keepsthemsafe]

[Stay away from women. All he can hear is Rick's voice, and there's a real moment of palpable rage on his face.]

This were a real prison they wouldn't be here at all. You know what that bitch has done? What she claims she fuckin' did?

[surfaceshine]

[Shane's face changes; Dean's does too, jaw tensing, figuratively toe to toe if not literally.

He closes the door behind him.]

Well tough shit: they're here, and it doesn't fucking matter what she did. She doesn't concern you anymore.

[keepsthemsafe]

[Shane's neck is tense. His lips curl into a sneer but he doesn't say anything, just stands and folds his arms across his broad chest - standing in the middle of Rick's hospital room.]

Is that why I'm here?

[He could get angry now] Because of Lori?

[surfaceshine]

No, you're here because you are one dumb sonnuvabitch.

[Dean's considered how to work this, tried to think ahead, plan for some kind of unified front with himself. Problem is that once he's faced with the problem all of that goes right out the window and he moves on instinct instead. He could sneer back, mirror the posture, wait for Shane to break this little tantrum.

Instead Dean glares at him for a moment, then breaks eye contact to look around the room, begins pulling his jacket off. He has to go carefully over the right sleeve, revealing a plaster half-cast over his wrist and hand as he peels the leather jacket off, but other than that his attention is fully on his surroundings - and subtly on his new inmate.]

Okay. We're gonna start over. I'm Dean, I'm your new warden, and here in a minute I'ma hand you your file and see what you think about it. But first thing's first: You need anything?