[from here]Even though Archer didn't really feel energetic tonight, he might as well make this quick. There was no sense in wasting the nightshift's time
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Dean didn't like it, but he had to turn his back on whatever it was back there and go the other way. A part of him was convinced it was someone, not something in trouble back there, but the other part, the part of him raised to do whatever it took, the part that kept thinking about Sam despite his attempts not to, pushed him to put the sounds of flapping behind him and head for the door at the other end of the hall. His job was to hunt evil, but his first job, the one he'd throw everything away for, was to take care of Sammy. If he was around here, Dean intended to find him, hunt or no hunt.
After that, then they could come back and kick the crap out of whoever or whatever was responsible. Dean called dibs on the guy on the intercom.
Pushing open the door at the end of the corridor revealed some kind of soccer field. He was on the first floor of this place, not underground like he'd been thinking. Goal posts stood on either side of the field and he noted there wasn't any sharp edges, nothing for these so-called "patients" to hurt themselves with. Off in the distance, he thought he saw two shadows standing over the shadow of something small and furry at their feet, like some kind of dog or something. The two shadows themselves definitely were human (or close enough), standing on two legs. Dean was all for heading over and getting some answers, but not until he made a sweep of the area. Crossing the manicured grass, he headed toward the shack at the corner, stopping at it.
Reaching out and examining the door, he saw someone had already beaten him to the punch, some of the white wood splintering a little as he touched it gently - it'd been knocked open, maybe kicked. Casting about, he saw a lock, rusted, lying on the floor. Whoever did this could either be long gone or still inside. Either way, he had to take a look inside.
Adjusting his grip on the flashlight, prepared in case anything tried to rush him, Dean pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Dean didn't like it, but he had to turn his back on whatever it was back there and go the other way. A part of him was convinced it was someone, not something in trouble back there, but the other part, the part of him raised to do whatever it took, the part that kept thinking about Sam despite his attempts not to, pushed him to put the sounds of flapping behind him and head for the door at the other end of the hall. His job was to hunt evil, but his first job, the one he'd throw everything away for, was to take care of Sammy. If he was around here, Dean intended to find him, hunt or no hunt.
After that, then they could come back and kick the crap out of whoever or whatever was responsible. Dean called dibs on the guy on the intercom.
Pushing open the door at the end of the corridor revealed some kind of soccer field. He was on the first floor of this place, not underground like he'd been thinking. Goal posts stood on either side of the field and he noted there wasn't any sharp edges, nothing for these so-called "patients" to hurt themselves with. Off in the distance, he thought he saw two shadows standing over the shadow of something small and furry at their feet, like some kind of dog or something. The two shadows themselves definitely were human (or close enough), standing on two legs. Dean was all for heading over and getting some answers, but not until he made a sweep of the area. Crossing the manicured grass, he headed toward the shack at the corner, stopping at it.
Reaching out and examining the door, he saw someone had already beaten him to the punch, some of the white wood splintering a little as he touched it gently - it'd been knocked open, maybe kicked. Casting about, he saw a lock, rusted, lying on the floor. Whoever did this could either be long gone or still inside. Either way, he had to take a look inside.
Adjusting his grip on the flashlight, prepared in case anything tried to rush him, Dean pushed open the door and stepped inside.
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