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]

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.]