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[called_shotgun]

Who: Dean Winchester & Zoey
Time/Location: Sometime during the day, in the apartments
Summary: Zoey found something interesting in the manor and goes to Dean for an expert opinion on it.
Rating: PG? Probably?
Warnings: Spotty language at most.
Status: Closed, in progress

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[fightthesleep]

The sound of Zoey’s voice made Dean realise he had just been dangerously close to falling asleep. Exhausted, he had convinced himself that a little shut-eye wouldn’t hurt any. After he’d cursed his own stupid self for being so weak, he dragged himself to the apartment door.

He didn’t know why she was here, but he was more than a little relieved for some company. It would help to keep him awake. Though, it was somewhat bizarre to be called ‘neighbour’. He’d never really had a neighbour before; it was an awkward adjustment.

After he’d made sure it was Zoey behind the door (though he did it half-heartedly, seeing as he no longer had Sam to protect too), he opened it to invite her in.

“Yeah, I remember you. What’s up?”

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Zoey had to hold herself back from breathing a sigh of relief when the door opened to reveal that it was, indeed, the same guy staying there as before. She offered him the faintest of smiles as she took his invitation to enter, strolling inside his room but not moving much past the doorway. In another life, she would've felt nervous and awkward as hell just walking into some strange guy's place like this, but recently? She just couldn't bring herself to discriminate. Not anymore.

"Hey, sorry if I'm bothering you or anything," she said, "but I found something that seemed important when I was in the manor, and. Well. I remembered the conversation I had with you before, and I was wondering if you could take a look at it and see if you can make any sense out of it."

With that, she offered the old, worn notebook to him. There was only one legible page in the whole thing, but that one page read:

While continuing my research, I stumbled upon the existence of the shrine that is perhaps the origin of the sleeping priestess.The shrine is

[fightthesleep]

Eagerly, Dean snatched the offered notebook.

‘Sweet, finally something to work with,’ was his first thought.

‘Crap, I hope it’s in English,’ was his second. Without Sam, it would take him donkey yonks to translate it, if he did even manage it.

Dean tried to be careful with the notebook as he flipped through the pages, appreciating on first glance that it was pretty damn old. He was a little frustrated that most of it was unreadable to him; there was only the one page which Zoey had offered him that he could accurately make out.

Without a word spoken aloud, Dean read the passage. It felt odd to read something purely in silence, without making some stupid wisecrack towards Sam about something. Worse than that, it felt wrong.

The feeling squirmed around unforgiving and spiteful in his gut, distracting Dean for a while from reading properly.

It took him a while to get a handle on it. Get it together; you’re a Winchester with a damn job to do.He turned to Zoey, not quite meeting her eyes, because his mind was still half-way back to

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"That's what I was afraid of," she said grimly. "But we have a pretty big problem. There's no way of getting to that shrine, at least, not that I can tell. Me and one of my friends even jumped off the roof and scaled one of the freaking walls of the manor, but we just couldn't get out. If our first plan is to burn down the shrine, we should probably start thinking of a plan B."

The fact of the matter was that she had a lot of questions about the whole thing. Most pressing on her mind was how much this guy knew as much as he did. For her own part, Zoey was going off of trends and things she saw in movies and read in books. But this guy... it was almost as though he wasn't phased by any of this at all, that ghosts and weird rituals were somehow business as usual.

She kept it to herself for now. There would be a time and place for all of that. For now, she did what she could to file away the information that was being given to her. Okay, so this was something maybe to protect the mountain? That was new. But what to do with this