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lost and found (open)

Sep 30, 2008 04:44

Who: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, whoever else shows up
Where: Hallways
When: evening
Day: first day of the sixth week
Rating: R
Summary: Dean has been wandering the endless hallways looking for his brother
the Story:

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sam winchester, angela orosco, dean winchester, open

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cogita_mori September 30 2008, 22:13:35 UTC

Sam had been out stalking the halls, just as lost as his brother. All those promises of freedom, and he was still trapped. Rounding a corner, he ran smack into Dean, immediately going on the defensive. When he sees that the body is his brother, he freezes.

"Dean?"

fallen_hunter66 October 1 2008, 21:41:01 UTC

"Sammy oh thank Christ," he wrapped his arms tightly around his brother, pulling him into a comforting hug. Sammy was ok, his little brother was alive so at least not all was lost. He had so many questions, on the top of his list was what the fuck is going on here? But first things first. "Are you ok?"

cogita_mori October 2 2008, 00:57:23 UTC

The hug surprises him at first, but he melts into his brother's arms soon enough. "I'm fine, I'm fine. But you promised we'd be free."

fallen_hunter66 October 2 2008, 03:36:35 UTC

A nervous laugh escaped his throat. He had hoped his brother would let that slide. "I know I did Sammy, I know I did....but have you noticed what's going on here? I'm more worried about keeping us alive then getting us out. We have to stop whatever is happening to this place."

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angelathanatos October 1 2008, 13:10:51 UTC

Like everyone else, Angela, too, was lost. There was no need to be afraid, though. This was no different than the day before, or the day before that. Shapeless corridors, shifting and changing and altering in the HOUSE that never sleeps. She couldn’t think of the last time she had slept, or the last she had eaten. Her bare feet dragged across the solid floor, like burning coals cauterizing the cuts from broken glass and worn marks. Every so often the cuts would rip open again, leaving behind a smeared trail of blood.

If something was following her, and Angela was fairly sure there was for the past few days, then it didn’t bother her by the scent of blood. She felt a man’s hand brush against her shoulder, breathe into her hair, but whenever she turned to face the darkness, that’s all there ever was-more darkness.

How long had she kept up like this? All this futile wandering in a hopeless maze, weary and weak and impossible... It was always like this. It was always like this.

We all RUST.

Everyone RUSTs.Then, there was the sound of ( ... )

fallen_hunter66 October 1 2008, 21:43:36 UTC

Dean perked up, pulling away from his brother and looking into the darkness around them. He had been wandering the halls for days and hadn't seen anybody...could somebody else actually be alive? Or was this another one of the fucking voices, obviously brought on by whatever demonic spirit had decided to set up shop in the hospital.

Moving so he was between his brother and where the voice was coming from he decided to take his chances. "Hello? Anybody there?"

angelathanatos October 4 2008, 18:12:24 UTC

No. No one here. Only us.

Angela emerged from the shadows with just a flicker of light shined down on her withered face, though there wasn’t much light in the hallway to begin with. Though pale and malnourished, she was young-a teenager that didn’t exactly look like a teenager, moreover someone who had been all used up.

Other than that sickly appearance, there was a hint of despair in the young woman as she approached those that also accompanied the darkness. With her head tilted low, her arms limp at her sides, her dark eyes slowly lifted to the one who called back to her.

There were people here. Angela had seen them wandering around. Lost. Confused. Hungry. Tired. Trapped in the twisted maze corridors, just like her.

She stopped, the dried blood beneath her feet cracked.

“Who are you?” Angela asked, her head tilted at the strangers. They didn’t look or sound like the monsters that stalked her, but she still kept her distance.

psycho_rnc October 4 2008, 19:05:41 UTC

Blows and wounds cleanse away evil, and beatings purge the inmost being.
Proverbs 20:30

It had come down the hallway far too quickly for anyone to expect(, anticipate, react to), steps pacing too fast, too hushed for any ear to pick up at the pace they were going at,
and when it reared back and swung some obscenely large paw(?) through the air with the audible sound of air disturbance accompanying it,

the young woman's head tore off of her neck easily.

Surely the commotion of wet that followed mere milliseconds after was to be expected, blood unexpectedly released from internal pressurized chambers and half rocketing somewhat sloppily into the air, half spilling downward in a heavy, staining free fall, turning the woman's once off white sweater its now nonwhite; interestingly, the head with her facial expression that almost looked as though she didn't realize what was happening quite yet kept flying with the momentum of the still-swinging limb like something grabbed and thrown, still going in a somewhat straight line even when ( ... )

angelathanatos October 4 2008, 22:52:00 UTC

The moment was all too fast, and yet nothing had ever passed by so slow.

One moment she had been standing there. Barely, but she was standing nonetheless.

The next she was being lifted-no, swung up into the air. Only a part of her did. The disgusting, snapping sound of twisted sinews of muscle and bone as the spinal cord ripped, the neck ripped, the flesh ripped, leaving a spray of blood pouring down from what dangled from her skull.

Her jaw slacked, her hair scalped. Her head dangled there for an instant and she was Angela once but not Angela anymore but just a head, a piece of brain that functioned and looked down at the two men for a minute, a good long minute, and wondering why her body hurt so much and then realizing she had no body because it was there,
down there,
below her, before

everything

shuts down.

My little ANGEL I have found you.

fallen_hunter66 October 5 2008, 02:00:56 UTC

"Oh shit," he grabbed his younger brother by the arm and started yanking him down the hall in the opposite direction of the body. He couldn't save her, she had been feet away from him and he couldn't stop whatever the fuck was capable of ripping the head of a person like that. She was lost, but he was gonna be damned if he would lose Sam. "We gotta find something. Salt, something iron, some water we can bless...hell even a marker we can make a Devil's Trap with. Just keep walking Sammy." He could sense something watching him from the shadows and he wasn't about to stick around and find out what it was.