Sunday evening, somewhere in the dungeons...They weren't kidding when they'd told Sam that the school was riddled with secret passages, and once they'd found one, it was easy to figure out how to find the rest. He and Dean had spent the better part of the afternoon flipping tapestries and molesting statuary to see if they'd shift out of the way,
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"Nah, I probably couldn't," murmured Sam distractedly, holding a hand out and touching the doorframe, reaching back for Dean's sleeve-- Hey. He'd learned his lesson after the one that portkeyed him to the owlery. If his dumb ass was going to end up somewhere crazy, Dean was damn well coming with him. "But no way my eyes would explode."
HA. Not marble-cold. Those five bucks were totally his.
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Ugh, portkey. Yeah, that had left his stomach behind about a mile ago. He even half-jerked away, a bit, really not wanting to leave behind a second stomach but...! Nothing. Cool. "Your eyes would explode," he mumbled decisively, sounding bitter because, hey, he'd just lost another! bet. He pushed aside the - HEY, NOT A BOOKSHELF, SWEET - tapestry and stepped out, coughing slightly from the dust.
"Bitch, neither of us won!"
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All playing through a record player, of course, but still. It was very warm in the room -- it used to be an empty classroom, likely -- and in one corner there was a palm tree (transfigured hatstand), a floating hammock (a levitated and transfigured shawl), and a lot of sand (okay, shredded paper, but it's the thought that counts). Sipping a mai tai in sunglasses, a grass skirt, and not much else, Eris had her feet up in the hammock.
"Ooh! Visitors!" She sat up a little and pushed up the sunglasses. "...ooh, pretty visitors."
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Damn. Tapestry. "Jer-- huh?" he said, half-interrupted by the sight and half by Dean slamming into him.
"Um-- hisorry?"
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"What the... fuck?" Paradise? There was... almost sand and. A palm tree. And. ...A scantily clad, hot chick sitting in a hammock! "Did I die somewhere back there?" he hissed to Sam, furrowing his eyebrows at the girl in front of him and... Really not entirely sure what to make of this.
Er.
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