Where am I now? [Open/Active]
Who: Dean, Open
Where: The Parlor and where ever his steps take him
When: Day 004, late afternoon
What: Hey it's that guy again! Wait, not exactly. Looks like another new arrival instead.
Warnings: He's a Winchester, this means double entrendres, single entrendres, and don't forget profanity.
( This isn't the road trip he signed up for. )
Where: The Parlor and where ever his steps take him
When: Day 004, late afternoon
What: Hey it's that guy again! Wait, not exactly. Looks like another new arrival instead.
Warnings: He's a Winchester, this means double entrendres, single entrendres, and don't forget profanity.
( This isn't the road trip he signed up for. )
And then, he spotted someone familiar.
"Dean!" Yep. He's heading over towards you. "Thank God, I lost track of you somewhere in the library and the way this place works, I was starting to worry about you, too - have you found any sign of Mary yet?"
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"CAS WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" He yelled to the ceiling after giving cape guy a look of confusion. "Look I know you're busy, but I got an emergency here! This is starting to piss me off!"
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That was a complete and utter lack of recognition, and he didn't really have a clue who "Cas" was; he took a couple steps closer, leaning around to peer and check for signs of a shaved spot like the one Knuckle had. "I'm ... afraid I haven't ... met 'Cas', or I'd offer to help ... Are you alright? I'd thought they hadn't gotten you..."
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"Personal space, man, ever heard of it?" he barked as he backed away, and a hand went to his gun as a defensive move. He kept his action subtle since he didn't know if cape guy was armed, or some convention escapee or something.
"I'm just peachy. Somebody got a couple of us and tossed us in this freak show of a place. Guessing you don't know where we are either?"
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Oh. There was something MISSING. Something that was a good thing.
"Sorry, just - I found Knuckle earlier, they'd done something to him that - he was seeing things and acting odd, and he had a shaved spot with stitches on his head, but ... I doubt they'd take you and then actually leave you better off than before." Now he was confused, but at least in a good way. "And no - still no clue where this is, besides that it's haunted and there still isn't a way out."
Well, as he moved, it probably would be visible that those funny gauntlets on his hands weren't the sorts of things made for show, as much as they are a little oddly ornate for weapons, but he's ... doing about the opposite of making any threatening moves. "...Do you remember anything about - being here?"
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"No because I've never been here before, man. This was supposed to be the motel room my brother and I are staying at."
He drew a hand through his hair, and scratched the back thoughtfully before lowering his hand to the side again.
"Who's 'they?'" Definitely not liking the sound of some random sicko grabbing people and stitching their heads. Shit, he hoped this wasn't some nuthouse complete with a Nurse Ratched looking to lobotomize people.
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This was a fairly simple statement in the middle of his mind mostly going other directions... possibly some very awkward ones. "This is going to be a very strange question, but I'm trying to pin down when you're from - have you ever ... err.. had an issue with ending up partway to being a demon?"
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And then his eyes sharpened at that question. His hand immediately moved to grab his handgun, and pointed it right at the cape guy who clearly knew too much. Maybe he was one of Raph's cronies, though he probably would have killed him by now. Might be working for Crowley, but the bastard's dead now.
"Who the fuck are you?" He coldly asked.
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Dean curtly replied, "After." Not many years after, but he wasn't going to elaborate. Whoever he was, he knew too much already. He finally lowered the gun back to his side. However, he kept a wary eye on him.
"How long was this other guy here?"
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"Only a couple days, by this place's time - a little over a week, by normal time." Oh, he'd certainly been minding his watch and noticed the skewed time scale. "I'd last seen him just a few hours ago; I'm afraid I've been preoccupied, which's why I didn't notice the difference sooner." May as well tip his hand there; the shift in Dean's presence between that kind of pent-up conflicted and now was pretty noticeable.
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"A few hours? So where was that?" Can't be here. He wondered how big the place was.
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"And - I last saw him around the parlor, just down the hall; I'd walked into the hall first, he'd been a bit behind - the door closed behind me and he never followed...I went back and searched, but it was as if he'd never been there." There's a definite tinge of worry there. "I was already scouring the house for people as it was."
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Dean frowned more at the explanation, "That ever happen before? People randomly vanishing in here?" Freaky haunted house that eats people, this place was sounding better and better. He'd be happier if they could get everybody out and just torch the whole place. Good salt and burn would take care of the spirits.
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Oh, if only it were that easy, right? Granted, Giotto ... doesn't have as much experience in fighting spirits.
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He spun around, and got in his face, "You said Mary didn't you? Where is she?"
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