Closed RP - Sam, Dean, and Eris
Sunday evening, somewhere in the dungeons...
They weren't kidding when they'd told Sam that the school was riddled with secret passages, and once they'd found one, it was easy to figure out how to find the rest. He and Dean had spent the better part of the afternoon flipping tapestries and molesting statuary to see if they'd shift out of the way, offering bribes to portraits for information and heh. Oops. Nearly putting a pound of rocksalt through one of the castle ghosts. Man, they'd had to book from that one.
Anyway, they were currently in a damp passageway that was rapidly approaching an end. Sam cocked an eyebrow at Dean and whispered as they approached, "Bet you it's another bookshelf."
They weren't kidding when they'd told Sam that the school was riddled with secret passages, and once they'd found one, it was easy to figure out how to find the rest. He and Dean had spent the better part of the afternoon flipping tapestries and molesting statuary to see if they'd shift out of the way, offering bribes to portraits for information and heh. Oops. Nearly putting a pound of rocksalt through one of the castle ghosts. Man, they'd had to book from that one.
Anyway, they were currently in a damp passageway that was rapidly approaching an end. Sam cocked an eyebrow at Dean and whispered as they approached, "Bet you it's another bookshelf."