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.

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[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.]