Night 49 - General Storage
[From HERE with the Doctor]
Walking through a door shouldn't feel like he'd just jumped down a couple of stairs.
Next thing he knew, Dean was overbalancing like he'd jumped or something, throwing out a hand to catch himself just in time. Instead of a rocky wall, he hit cold, smooth tile. He then promptly stepped forward and almost tripped over what suspiciously felt like a box which had no right being there. Dean made an awkward half-step over it before he brained himself on something, straightening. The flashlight darted over the walls as he got a good look around. It wasn't just the boxes or the cabinets suddenly being there that got to him: the room was suddenly quiet and instead of having to yell over the boulders, there was just a whole lot of nothing. Just his startled breaths and what might be the rustling of a mouse going for cover.
Dean turned to make sure the Doctor was still here and hadn't hitched a ride on the wrong transporter beam. The dude was still there, surprisingly enough.
"Don't move. I'll make sure the room's cleared," Dean held up a hand. Sure, the storage room wasn't real big but it didn't have to be - with how long the shadows were despite the flashlight, he could think of a whole grab bag of monsters and beasts that could be in ambush position. Dean carefully scoped the place out, checking with his flashlight all the corners before coming back to the Doctor. "Looks like we're good."
Granted, there could always be ghosts coming through the walls, but there wasn't much they could do to fight that, not when he needed more salt and they couldn't exactly dig up any corpses to torch. Dean tried to think of a time where they'd worked with less and he had to admit, he had a hard time coming up with anything off the top of his head. They were really flying naked on this whole thing.
Hey, at least looking on the plus side, the Doctor looked like he was taking this pretty well. Dean didn't think he had it in him to deal with a civilian trying to climb all over him for a way out.
Walking through a door shouldn't feel like he'd just jumped down a couple of stairs.
Next thing he knew, Dean was overbalancing like he'd jumped or something, throwing out a hand to catch himself just in time. Instead of a rocky wall, he hit cold, smooth tile. He then promptly stepped forward and almost tripped over what suspiciously felt like a box which had no right being there. Dean made an awkward half-step over it before he brained himself on something, straightening. The flashlight darted over the walls as he got a good look around. It wasn't just the boxes or the cabinets suddenly being there that got to him: the room was suddenly quiet and instead of having to yell over the boulders, there was just a whole lot of nothing. Just his startled breaths and what might be the rustling of a mouse going for cover.
Dean turned to make sure the Doctor was still here and hadn't hitched a ride on the wrong transporter beam. The dude was still there, surprisingly enough.
"Don't move. I'll make sure the room's cleared," Dean held up a hand. Sure, the storage room wasn't real big but it didn't have to be - with how long the shadows were despite the flashlight, he could think of a whole grab bag of monsters and beasts that could be in ambush position. Dean carefully scoped the place out, checking with his flashlight all the corners before coming back to the Doctor. "Looks like we're good."
Granted, there could always be ghosts coming through the walls, but there wasn't much they could do to fight that, not when he needed more salt and they couldn't exactly dig up any corpses to torch. Dean tried to think of a time where they'd worked with less and he had to admit, he had a hard time coming up with anything off the top of his head. They were really flying naked on this whole thing.
Hey, at least looking on the plus side, the Doctor looked like he was taking this pretty well. Dean didn't think he had it in him to deal with a civilian trying to climb all over him for a way out.