001: [holo] Dante never mentioned this ring
…well this isn’t what he thought it would be like. John likes to think he is a bit more realistic about Hell but he has to admit, he imagined a little fire and brimstone. This room doesn’t smell like sulfur and there’s not even a hint of smoke much less flames. Instead he’s standing in the middle of a circular room with high, metal walls. His first instinct is to move back against one of the walls. He doesn’t have a single weapon on him because prior to this he was standing next to Dean’s hospital bed telling him that one of these days, he might have to kill his kid brother.
Once his back is pressed to the wall, John feels a little better about the whole situation. At least he’s in a position to defend himself if that’s necessary. He smirks wryly, thinking to himself this is Hell, of course he’ll have to defend himself. That’s when he notices the silver band fused into his skin but his arm doesn’t hurt, it’s not red and there’s no sign of any trauma. He sees a door a few feet from him and creeps along the wall toward the door, fingers sliding over the outline. It doesn’t open and he’s not entirely surprised. That would make things easy and he can’t remember the last time anything was easy. He moves away from the door to a more defensible point and waits, assessing the situation before determining that whatever the demons are playing at, they’re not going to attack him here.
John takes a cautious step, treading lightly and carefully toward the pedestal in the center of the room. He looks at the tablet lying there from all angles before finally picking it up to fiddle with it. He does something and the door opens, giving him the chance to get out of the room and into a hallway. There’s still no smell of sulfur and it’s quiet all around him. He pokes in a couple of rooms then stops and pokes at the tablet. It’s got a map of some kind on it. He sighs, grumbling and growling.
“What the hell ever happened to paper maps?”
Once his back is pressed to the wall, John feels a little better about the whole situation. At least he’s in a position to defend himself if that’s necessary. He smirks wryly, thinking to himself this is Hell, of course he’ll have to defend himself. That’s when he notices the silver band fused into his skin but his arm doesn’t hurt, it’s not red and there’s no sign of any trauma. He sees a door a few feet from him and creeps along the wall toward the door, fingers sliding over the outline. It doesn’t open and he’s not entirely surprised. That would make things easy and he can’t remember the last time anything was easy. He moves away from the door to a more defensible point and waits, assessing the situation before determining that whatever the demons are playing at, they’re not going to attack him here.
John takes a cautious step, treading lightly and carefully toward the pedestal in the center of the room. He looks at the tablet lying there from all angles before finally picking it up to fiddle with it. He does something and the door opens, giving him the chance to get out of the room and into a hallway. There’s still no smell of sulfur and it’s quiet all around him. He pokes in a couple of rooms then stops and pokes at the tablet. It’s got a map of some kind on it. He sighs, grumbling and growling.
“What the hell ever happened to paper maps?”