[OTA] Risin' up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances.
One minute he's in a motel in Concrete, Washington; brushing his teeth before bed, just minding his own business, and the next he's walking down an empty street, holding a tube of toothpaste in his hand. Not exactly his weapon of choice either.
Dean Winchester can't seem to figure out how he got here, but then again, stranger things have happened in the past so he's not exactly surprised -- just a little ticked off maybe considering this is probably another one of Castiel's holy interruptions. The last time Dean found himself in another city altogether, he was back in Lawrence, Kansas, and the year was 1973.
Hell, he gets that he's not the kind of guy who'd go right ahead and believe whatever anyone tells him; most times a little show and tell is usually required, but Castiel couldn't have given him some kind of an explanation first before doing the time bendy crap?
"Dick."
Annoyed, he disposes the toothpaste by way of a careless, over the shoulder toss, and turns the corner, expecting to bump into the angel anytime now.
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[ Sam Winchester's Place -- locked to Sam and Castiel ]
Hours later.
Dean has no idea what just happened, except he's staring at the reflection of a dog in the mirror. He cocks his head to the side and makes to touch his own face, but he's somehow not getting there. The little dog in the mirror seems to be having a spastic fit, or it's waving at him.
The elevator doors ding open just then, and Dean feels somewhat relieved. As entertaining as that chihuahua is, he's had enough of the trick mirror. The dog is now trying to wiggle its way out of the lump of clothing on the floor, and Dean turns around to find himself staring up at the rows and rows of giant doors in the hallway.
Oh, boy.
Truth be told, he has no idea why he's here even, except -- call it animal instinct maybe. There's something about this place...
Now, if only he can reach one of the giant doorknobs.
"Hello? Anybody here?"
YAP! YAP YAP!
Dean Winchester can't seem to figure out how he got here, but then again, stranger things have happened in the past so he's not exactly surprised -- just a little ticked off maybe considering this is probably another one of Castiel's holy interruptions. The last time Dean found himself in another city altogether, he was back in Lawrence, Kansas, and the year was 1973.
Hell, he gets that he's not the kind of guy who'd go right ahead and believe whatever anyone tells him; most times a little show and tell is usually required, but Castiel couldn't have given him some kind of an explanation first before doing the time bendy crap?
"Dick."
Annoyed, he disposes the toothpaste by way of a careless, over the shoulder toss, and turns the corner, expecting to bump into the angel anytime now.
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[ Sam Winchester's Place -- locked to Sam and Castiel ]
Hours later.
Dean has no idea what just happened, except he's staring at the reflection of a dog in the mirror. He cocks his head to the side and makes to touch his own face, but he's somehow not getting there. The little dog in the mirror seems to be having a spastic fit, or it's waving at him.
The elevator doors ding open just then, and Dean feels somewhat relieved. As entertaining as that chihuahua is, he's had enough of the trick mirror. The dog is now trying to wiggle its way out of the lump of clothing on the floor, and Dean turns around to find himself staring up at the rows and rows of giant doors in the hallway.
Oh, boy.
Truth be told, he has no idea why he's here even, except -- call it animal instinct maybe. There's something about this place...
Now, if only he can reach one of the giant doorknobs.
"Hello? Anybody here?"
YAP! YAP YAP!