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Characters: Dean Winchester
Rating: PG-13
Time Period: Modern
Location: Temple Room
Relative Date: Evening Of the First Day
Status: OPEN
Dean had gotten distracted from the others, following a large black dog that he had seen out of the corner of his eye. He had left them behind, figuring that if a black dog was really part of the problem here that it was safer for them to be far away from it. He swapped his gun for his silver knife, following it up the stairs and down a long hallway. It seemed to notice him after a minute, and he tensed; all of the sudden it wagged its tail and trotted back towards him. He relaxed. Just a dog, a real one. He knelt down, putting his knife away, and let the dog approach him.
"Hey, buddy, how're you doing?" He let the dog sniff him and petted his head cautiously; once the dog seemed comfortable, he scratched him behind the ears. "You live here?" He noticed the collar, glancing at the tag. 2910. He nearly shivered. That code again, for the phone. Someone was serious about getting that message out. The dog licked his hand and turned away, wandering off. It was only after the fact that he noticed the tang of blood.
He stood up, quickly wiping it off on his pants leg. The dog was gone before he could react further.
He glanced around him; nothing but doors in this hallway. That made him nervous. He reached for his gun again, reading the words engraved on the on the doors. They seemed to be named at random, but there was one marked temple; he quickly went through the door, gun first, hoping to find a chapel and holy ground. Instead he found a simple bedroom, which looked like a monk had decorated it. Not as promising, but better than being surrounded by doors that anyone could come out of. He searched the room, checking under the bed and in the bathroom, to make sure that the place was deserted. He sat on the bed and pulled out the phone, reminded of it by the tag.
The screen lit up and told him that he had messages; his heart leaped in his chest. He hit play, and suddenly a flurry of messages started playing, voices unfamiliar. He listened to them all, disappointed until he heard a single voice - " Dean?" He leapt to his feet, fumbling with the phone until he found the 'leave message' button again.
"What's your location, soldier?" he barked into the phone. Relief washed thorough him; Sam was here, and he was alive. He did not even think about how loud the phone and his voice had been, and if he could have been heard from the hallway.
Rating: PG-13
Time Period: Modern
Location: Temple Room
Relative Date: Evening Of the First Day
Status: OPEN
Dean had gotten distracted from the others, following a large black dog that he had seen out of the corner of his eye. He had left them behind, figuring that if a black dog was really part of the problem here that it was safer for them to be far away from it. He swapped his gun for his silver knife, following it up the stairs and down a long hallway. It seemed to notice him after a minute, and he tensed; all of the sudden it wagged its tail and trotted back towards him. He relaxed. Just a dog, a real one. He knelt down, putting his knife away, and let the dog approach him.
"Hey, buddy, how're you doing?" He let the dog sniff him and petted his head cautiously; once the dog seemed comfortable, he scratched him behind the ears. "You live here?" He noticed the collar, glancing at the tag. 2910. He nearly shivered. That code again, for the phone. Someone was serious about getting that message out. The dog licked his hand and turned away, wandering off. It was only after the fact that he noticed the tang of blood.
He stood up, quickly wiping it off on his pants leg. The dog was gone before he could react further.
He glanced around him; nothing but doors in this hallway. That made him nervous. He reached for his gun again, reading the words engraved on the on the doors. They seemed to be named at random, but there was one marked temple; he quickly went through the door, gun first, hoping to find a chapel and holy ground. Instead he found a simple bedroom, which looked like a monk had decorated it. Not as promising, but better than being surrounded by doors that anyone could come out of. He searched the room, checking under the bed and in the bathroom, to make sure that the place was deserted. He sat on the bed and pulled out the phone, reminded of it by the tag.
The screen lit up and told him that he had messages; his heart leaped in his chest. He hit play, and suddenly a flurry of messages started playing, voices unfamiliar. He listened to them all, disappointed until he heard a single voice - " Dean?" He leapt to his feet, fumbling with the phone until he found the 'leave message' button again.
"What's your location, soldier?" he barked into the phone. Relief washed thorough him; Sam was here, and he was alive. He did not even think about how loud the phone and his voice had been, and if he could have been heard from the hallway.