Nightshift 50 - M1-M10 Hallway

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Like Dean was supposed to believe the whole beaming down crap was supposed to be all for their benefit. You wanted to help someone, you didn't kidnap them from their homes - or friggen time machines like the Doctor - and then offer them great food and a pat on the head like that made it a-okay.

Whatever it was, this wasn't from the goodness of the

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Dean lifted his hands away from his ringing ears. He found himself checking to see if they were bleeding. Felt like they should be bleeding. The pain from the damn noise had gone right into his skull, like that time only a few weeks ago when Sam went missing. It'd been like a kick straight to the balls and the stomach at the same time, and then another ball kick just to drive the point home. Dean touched his ears gingerly, but his hand didn't come away with any blood.

If that was a spell, it wasn't like any spell he'd ever heard. For one thing, no incantation. There were some badasses who could do it with just a word. But he'd definitely heard the Head Doctor typing away at what sounded like a keyboard and that right there wasn't the usual method for hitting someone with a spell or a curse. There was also the cheesy sci-fi route - maybe they'd got implants or something upon arriving (they didn't know exactly how long they were unconscious).

Dean looked up at Sam, wincing, and seeing that same pain on his brother's face. It sounded pretty off the wall to him.

Then again, so had old school aliens and time travel.

Dean got up - okay, more like staggered up - and went over to Sam. It was just automatic to check him over, make sure the kid wasn't bleeding himself and he was in the same shape as he was. Satisfied that he looked fine, aside from just getting hit with the same skull-splitting sound, Dean rubbed again at his ear. Goddamn, it was going to be ringing for a while, wasn't it?

"The hell was that?" Dean asked. His voice felt kinda tinny as he spoke, thanks to that godawful noise. "Didn't seem to do anything."

"Seem" was the keyword here, though. Plenty of stuff out there that could do all kinds of crap and Average Joe wouldn't notice, at least not until it was too late.

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If Sam had somehow ended up the only one out of the two of them who had experienced that, he wouldn't have been surprised-but he was kinda glad that wasn't the case.

He waved his brother off, automatic, and eyed Dean right back. Dean didn't seem so much affected as he was annoyed. The hell was that was a good question.

Sam shook his head. It was already fading, not as crippling as the visions had gotten sometimes and definitely nothing like the migraine that had plagued him just two nights ago.

"I think this is a case of wait and see," he replied. Which he knew wouldn't sit well with Dean-it didn't sit well with him, for that matter-but unless Dean had any ideas as to where to start looking...Besides, if it was going to be anything, he had a feeling it would find them before they could find it. Whatever that had been, one thing was obvious: its effects were meant to be internal, not external.

Great.

He lifted his eyes to the ceiling in brief exasperation, but all he found up there was that stupid magenta-colored trap. Funny that none of the staff had scrubbed it off. Maybe they just didn't care. He sighed.

Wait, what were they even talking about before that damn thing interrupted them?

Oh, right.

"Look, Dean, we really need to sort out a priority list here. We can't just keep-reacting and retreating. At the very least, we need to start figuring out why the hell we're here."

He didn't like how scattered he'd been lately, and while he could start organizing himself well enough, it'd be good if he could know what it was Dean was looking at, as well. Coordination was never a bad idea. And motive was always a good place to trace back to. It all started there. It didn't matter if you were a demon or a swamp monster; they all did things for a reason, even if that reason was as simple as I'm freaking hungry. They just had to find it, that was all.