✖ Dante ✖ Mission Twelve: Gone Away
[Dante has been somewhat MIA for a few days but not entirely. The feed turns on to a curious sight as Dante sat on a very un-kept bed with white sheets stained dark red in places here and there. The floor didn't look any better. Clearly, bots hadn't come in and done their job. The markings were almost brown now, as if the blood had been left standing for several days.
The only thing that gave a clue of the location was the strange sigil used by our very own friendly neighborhood hunter. You know, the angry one.]
Cas. Willow. Anyone. You mind doing me a little favor? I'd appreciate it.
[He doesn't seem very happy. He seems pretty darn nervous. A hand comes up to rub at his head before talking again.]
I can't get out. I need to get out. Dean's not here. He's not- Dean is gone and I need someone to get me out of here. All right? I've been in here for days, he ain't comin' back. I waited, you know?
I told him he should take that damned thing off. I need to get out.
The only thing that gave a clue of the location was the strange sigil used by our very own friendly neighborhood hunter. You know, the angry one.]
Cas. Willow. Anyone. You mind doing me a little favor? I'd appreciate it.
[He doesn't seem very happy. He seems pretty darn nervous. A hand comes up to rub at his head before talking again.]
I can't get out. I need to get out. Dean's not here. He's not- Dean is gone and I need someone to get me out of here. All right? I've been in here for days, he ain't comin' back. I waited, you know?
I told him he should take that damned thing off. I need to get out.