[Castiel almost drops the tablet at the familiar voice. It hasn't been that long at all since Dean's been gone, but it's been long enough for Castiel to completely and thoroughly mope about his friend being gone.
And then he realizes that Dean has absolutely no clue where he is, which means Castiel is in for yet another conversation regarding what exactly is past and future.
... He hates those.
He casts out with arcane senses and snorts in frustration when he finds nothing; so this Dean is from after he engraved the sigils into his ribs. (Which, in this place, is more an annoyance than it is helpful.)]
[He just kind of stares at Cas for a moment and then he remembers that there are some...issues here that kind of need to be worked out. Dean sighs, running a hand over his hair.]
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HOLD THE BOAT, DIPSHIT!
[There's a pounding of combat boots on gravel storming up behind you and a mostly shirtless, tattoo'd woman none too gently shoves you aside as she runs for the bank, looking like she's about to leap across the empty water onto the raft, when she thinks better of it and skids to a stop, nearly falling into the River Styx.]
WAIT, YOU FUCKER, I SAID WAIT!
[There's an explosion of blue, biotic energy like electricity erupting from her that shoots towards the ferryman, but sputters out into nothing upon impact, like there's some kind of force field around him, while the skeleton boatman doesn't even bother looking back at her.]
YOU SONUVABITCH, GET BACK HERE!
[She screams in frustration, maybe biotic-kicking a bit of a crater into the ground next to her. Have fun with that. ]
[Dean almost drops his phone as he quickly turns to take in the source of all this commotion.
And then his eyebrows shoot up and his jaw sort of drops as he takes in this woman's... attire. If it can really be called that.]
Whoa. Hey.
[And then he's shoved roughly aside, the unexpected force throwing him off balance and setting him on his ass.
He picks himself up with some irritation and the woman hurtles towards the water, still screaming.]
Dude. What the fuck.
[And then she's fucking exploding electricity off of herself. He takes a few steps back, checking to see what kind of weaponry he's got. Handgun is his best shot here. Sure he had Ruby's knife, but he didn't think he wanted to get close enough to this... thing to use it.
He points the gun without really bothering to aim and fires two shots. It's more to see how she reacts than anything else. Might let him know what he's dealing with here. Dean grits his teeth in frustration. He doesn't have time for this right now.]
[One bullet flies straight past her, about an inch away from taking her ear off, while the second catches her in the left shoulder, dragging a deep gash across the muscle there, causing her to let out a yelp, followed by a slow building, aggravated and guttural scream.
Oh. Bad move, pal.
Before she's even fully turned around or registering who and/or what Dean is she's firing off a biotic attack that ought to Pull him up, floating in the air with a nice little anti-gravity effect, and she's whipping her fancy, shiny space-shotgun out, leveling it with his floating face.
She is fuming, words dripping with venom.]
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blast your face into kingdom fucking come?!
[Shit... shit shit In retrospect, maybe shooting at this thing wasn't the best solution.
He tries to struggle as she floats him up in the air somehow, but he can't fucking move. Dean makes a frustrated noise and starts to look a little panicked as the pissed off... woman walks over to him and whips out a gun of some sort.
This is totally not the sort of thing he has the slightest idea how to handle. And he's still not sure what she is.
He swallows nervously giving her a slightly shaky grin.]
Uh.
[And then he drops to the ground, limbs fully functional once again. Dean quickly takes a few steps away from her and moves slightly to the side in an attempt to get out of her current line of fire.]
Yeah, yelling at me, not a smart plan and it's not going to make a difference in your situation at all. [And now shes just kinda glaring.]
You've been brought to the Underworld, by waring gods, to be used as a pawn by them. No, you can't escape, yes, you're completely stuck here, yes, a lot of bad things will happen to you. A lot of people from your world are here though.
[Dean squints at her for a moment before rubbing his eyes. Man. He must be hallucinating or something. And he didn't even remember drinking that much.]
...Jo? What're you...?
[Was he dead or something? What the fuck was going on?]
[ That look wasn't something she expected, well mostly not. But she had been informed that she did die in their time line even if she had been brought here just shy of the event. Her expression was fixed with a slight bit of mock offense at his reaction.]
[Crap. He offers her an apologetic grin, trying to brush the whole thing off.]
Uh. Yeah.
No. It's, you know, nice to see you. Just a bit unexpected is all.
[He studies her through the screen, wondering if she's dead or alive here. Either way, he's gonna do his damnedest to make sure nothing happens to her. Sure she can take care of herself, but...]
[Okay. Who isn't here? Dean stares at her for a moment, not quite sure what to say. The last time he'd seen Ellen.... well. Things definitely hadn't been this cheerful.
The look he gives her is something caught between relief and confusion. It's great to see Ellen again, but... a little weird. Then again, this whole thing's pretty fucked up.]
Ellen?
Wait. One of... Who else is here?
[Okay. So he knows he's in some sort of "underworld", but Ellen's here too... Does that mean he's dead? Again?]
[She smirks] Better question might be who isn't here. I'll send Bobby down to the docks, I've got a few things to tie up at the Roadhouse. [And it might be better to send someone who was, you know, alive.]
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And then he realizes that Dean has absolutely no clue where he is, which means Castiel is in for yet another conversation regarding what exactly is past and future.
... He hates those.
He casts out with arcane senses and snorts in frustration when he finds nothing; so this Dean is from after he engraved the sigils into his ribs. (Which, in this place, is more an annoyance than it is helpful.)]
I'm not human.
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...Cas?
[Yeah. There's not really much else to say. Congratulations. He's momentarily speechless.]
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Yes.
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Where the hell are we?
[And somewhat more importantly]
And where's Sammy?
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HOLD THE BOAT, DIPSHIT!
[There's a pounding of combat boots on gravel storming up behind you and a mostly shirtless, tattoo'd woman none too gently shoves you aside as she runs for the bank, looking like she's about to leap across the empty water onto the raft, when she thinks better of it and skids to a stop, nearly falling into the River Styx.]
WAIT, YOU FUCKER, I SAID WAIT!
[There's an explosion of blue, biotic energy like electricity erupting from her that shoots towards the ferryman, but sputters out into nothing upon impact, like there's some kind of force field around him, while the skeleton boatman doesn't even bother looking back at her.]
YOU SONUVABITCH, GET BACK HERE!
[She screams in frustration, maybe biotic-kicking a bit of a crater into the ground next to her. Have fun with that. ]
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And then his eyebrows shoot up and his jaw sort of drops as he takes in this woman's... attire. If it can really be called that.]
Whoa. Hey.
[And then he's shoved roughly aside, the unexpected force throwing him off balance and setting him on his ass.
He picks himself up with some irritation and the woman hurtles towards the water, still screaming.]
Dude. What the fuck.
[And then she's fucking exploding electricity off of herself. He takes a few steps back, checking to see what kind of weaponry he's got. Handgun is his best shot here. Sure he had Ruby's knife, but he didn't think he wanted to get close enough to this... thing to use it.
He points the gun without really bothering to aim and fires two shots. It's more to see how she reacts than anything else. Might let him know what he's dealing with here. Dean grits his teeth in frustration. He doesn't have time for this right now.]
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Oh. Bad move, pal.
Before she's even fully turned around or registering who and/or what Dean is she's firing off a biotic attack that ought to Pull him up, floating in the air with a nice little anti-gravity effect, and she's whipping her fancy, shiny space-shotgun out, leveling it with his floating face.
She is fuming, words dripping with venom.]
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blast your face into kingdom fucking come?!
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He tries to struggle as she floats him up in the air somehow, but he can't fucking move. Dean makes a frustrated noise and starts to look a little panicked as the pissed off... woman walks over to him and whips out a gun of some sort.
This is totally not the sort of thing he has the slightest idea how to handle. And he's still not sure what she is.
He swallows nervously giving her a slightly shaky grin.]
Uh.
[And then he drops to the ground, limbs fully functional once again. Dean quickly takes a few steps away from her and moves slightly to the side in an attempt to get out of her current line of fire.]
What the fuck did you do to me?!
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I'm not actually sure what year it's supposed to be here, but this is the Underworld. Uh, Greek one specifically.
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Great. The Underworld. And we've even got details about which Underworld we're in. Fantastic.
[He takes a slightly shaky breath.]
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You've been brought to the Underworld, by waring gods, to be used as a pawn by them. No, you can't escape, yes, you're completely stuck here, yes, a lot of bad things will happen to you. A lot of people from your world are here though.
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You askin' for someone who's sane is a bit of hypocrisy, don't you think?
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...Jo? What're you...?
[Was he dead or something? What the fuck was going on?]
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Hi. Nice to see you too, Dean.
[Spoken dryly.]
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Uh. Yeah.
No. It's, you know, nice to see you. Just a bit unexpected is all.
[He studies her through the screen, wondering if she's dead or alive here. Either way, he's gonna do his damnedest to make sure nothing happens to her. Sure she can take care of herself, but...]
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Calm down Dean, just hang by the dock. One of us'll be down there in a second.
.. it's damn good to see you again, kid.
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The look he gives her is something caught between relief and confusion. It's great to see Ellen again, but... a little weird. Then again, this whole thing's pretty fucked up.]
Ellen?
Wait. One of... Who else is here?
[Okay. So he knows he's in some sort of "underworld", but Ellen's here too... Does that mean he's dead? Again?]
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Sam'll be thrilled to see you. So will Cas.
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Uh. Right. [A pause] Bobby's here? And Sammy and Cas? Man. They really pulled out the stops here didn't they? ...Is everybody all right?
[He offers her a grin that's only a little shaky.]
And it's, uh... It's good to see you, Ellen.
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