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Dean Winchester | Supernatural

[fromtherack]

[Slash = any Cas, otherwise het.]

Re: Dean Winchester | Supernatural

[lone_defender]

I rolled 3-3, does that work for you, or would a different set up work?

[fromtherack]

[I can work with 3-Anything, homes, as long as it's interesting. Bring it on.]

[lone_defender]

[Awesome~ I'll do my best as far as interesting.]

She's seen a lot of aliens and dealt with a lot of invasions. Most of the time it's a case of 'fight or die', sometimes it's mining or cattle driven, that one time the species wanted to turn them into a planet-sized zoo. Which wouldn't have been that bad if they never wanted to advance or leave the planet. She can't believe the one that swoops in while she's recovering from a fall and unable to help is...well. This.

A breeding colony. It's ridiculous and laughable that they'd think her--or anyone else on the planet--would go along with this no matter what they shot them up with.

Alright, maybe she's a little dizzy, but she's much more offended than anything else to wake up in a bed made out of hay stacks. The aliens aren't just crazy perverts, they're aware of it. Which makes them rude. "Oi! I want to talk to your leader!" It's a small enough room she suspects whoever is on the other side of the wall can hear her, even through the shut door.

[fromtherack]

[I have nothing but faith in you.]

He's woken up in a pretty big bunch of shitty places. Seriously, once you've been knocked out by a demon, it's pretty much up in the air on where you resurface again. Sewers, hotel rooms, shrines, temples, a basketball court. To be honest... waking up in a barn isn't exactly the worst place he's been. It's kind of cozy, actually, except he's pretty sure barns don't have bright white walls as clean and glowing as these.

What in the fuck.

A quick inventory reveals jack squat. His knives are gone, his guns are gone, damn near everything is gone, including his shirt. All he's got are a pair of clinical blue scrub bottoms, and he doesn't even want to think about the fact that someone got him naked while he was counting sheep.

A voice comes through the wall muffled, and he bolts across the room, slapping on it. "Hey! Who's out there?! This ain't funny, lady, I was ten minutes away from Burger Town."

[lone_defender]

[Well then.]

She'd wonder about whether there's just a lack of understanding of human culture going on with the mix of barn animal and clinical housing...but the bits she heard between doses of sedative--they weren't as effective on her as they expected--implied...no it's not an honest mistake.

She can make out some of the shout from the other side--enough to notice the irritation--and hops up, hurrying over to the wall. She'll do her best to ignore the paper gown she's wearing and the memories of other white walls. "Hello? I think we're in separate cells!"

[fromtherack]

Dean, for his part, slept like an absolute log through those sedatives. Probably because he was three or four beers in when he'd been gonked on the back of the head- or however it was this place incapacitated him. He can't remember- mostly, it's just a blur. Which is pretty rare, considering how honed his instincts are.

He can hear the voice much clearer now that they're both closer, enough to know that she's British and female, and that she's not a blubbering mess. Well, that's good. If he's gotta have a partner in crime, at least she's holding it together, because he sure as hell ain't figuring this out on his own.

A huffing, humming sound catches his attention, and his eyes trace the walls, the floor, and then up to the ceiling. Air conditioner must have kicked on. He's hoping that's what it is, at any rate. "You got anything over there? A door, a note, hell, a damn road map? Anything other than hay?"

[lone_defender]

That's pretty understandable, really. He didn't miss much probably. And yeah, she appreciates having a neighbor who's not freaking out. Yet, anyway. It would be great if he kept it up though. Which is yet to be seen.

She frowns, glancing around the room a moment, before glancing up at the ceiling. Vent, but too small to crawl through, not on at the moment. "There's a door, a picture of some mountains and a vent. How 'bout yours?"

[fromtherack]

He's got about as much faith in her as she's got in him. Not that he's really worried about that at a moment, his eyes are trained on the vent above him. No doors, no trapdoors, but that vent... that had to go somewhere, right? Maybe the ceiling was drywall, there was a larger opening? There had to be space above their heads to fit in the ducts.

"A vent. It's pumping something out, smells a little like... apples." He frowned. Wait, what in the fuck? No, not just apples. Whatever they were pumping out smelled like apple goddamn pie. Good pie, too. Was it like a torture thing? He wasn't particularly hungry... Though, his skin was itching a little, man.

"You think maybe we can-"

He was cut off as the thick, solid wall once between them slid up smoothly into the ceiling, leaving no sign or trace of a slot or crack. Just clean, unbroken, joined ceiling.

[lone_defender]

She'll take that as a compliment. She has lots of faith in people. She could theoretically check the door but really? It's locked. It's always locked. And trying the door will probably alert them.

She finds it disturbing that his vent is pumping out something delicious smelling and hers isn't doing anything, but she doesn't get the chance to say anything about it before the wall suddenly up and opens. She stumbles back, staring open mouthed at the ceiling. "That's...never happened before."

Oh. Also now she's not alone in the room. That's probably an improvement? She blinks after a moment and turns her gaze to the man. At least he looks capable and athletic. He can probably run a good bit. "Apple pie?"

[fromtherack]

He is capable and athletic, and he can run for more than just a good bit. As escaping partners go, he's really the best person in this joint to be hooked up with, not that she knows. And similarly, he doesn't know much about her. She's hot, and thin, and not freaking out, and that's good enough for now until they can get the hell outta here.

"Apple pie," He nods seriously, flicking his eyes to the vent and then back to her. "Not sure what in the hell that means, or what they're tryin' to do, but man, I'm not really interested in finding out."

He strides over to investigate her area. Mountains. Vent. Door. Locked door. Of course. The door was always locked. He ruffled a hand through his hair. "Well. This is friggin' peachy."

[lone_defender]

She is a decent judge. She can't know he's the best, but she can tell he's a good one. Which is good. Being tied down with a liability would be an inconvenience at the moment.

She glances across his emptier...half of the room. Why have the wall there in the first place? She frowns and props her hands on her hips. "Apparently we've done something 'right' to get the wall open. Are you any good at kicking down doors?" Might as well take advantage of his apparent gym routine, right?

And there's not much else to do, really.

[fromtherack]

He can't help but grin a little at her question. The fact that she even asked that? Makes him like her a little.

"Oh, man. I am the best at kicking down doors." Seriously, he practically does it as a living. It's 30% of his job. "I'm also damn good at picking locks, but they took my kit away when they zapped me here. Wouldn't mind giving that a shot first. You wouldn't happen to have a bobby pin or something, would ya? Anything small and metal."

[lone_defender]

She arches an eyebrow and ruffles her hair out in a show. Why do people always ask that? "No bobby pins. They took all my things. Brute forcing it is about the only thing we can do." And she is not against that plan at all. It's an easy sort of solution, one size fits all.

And just in case of trouble, she wanders over to stand near the door. "Kick it down and make a run for it?"

[fromtherack]

He lets out a breath. Of course not- because that would be the easy solution, and Dean Winchester never gets Easy. That apple pie smell has invaded her half of the room, and he's getting a overheated, even without his shirt. Damn, you'd think they'd be nice enough to turn on the air.

He shoots her a look- man, she really is hot. Like, really hot- and nods once in preparation. Okay. Here goes nothing. Kicking the door down with bare feet. Alright then.

He takes a step back, then hurtles forward with impressive easy. It looks good, he's a natural, he does it a lot, and by any rights, if it was half as effective as he looked doing it, that door would be on the floor. It's not. He's propelled backwards a half an inch before his foot hits the door, and his back hits the opposite wall, hard. He grunts on impact, and slides down the wall.

"Awesome. That was awesome. So glad that happened."

[lone_defender]

It is a bit warm, but she still doesn't smell the apple pie. Weird. Maybe she's too distracted to notice the scent. But he's not that bad looking himself. If they're looking. Which she's not, really, just noticing.

She jumps a bit and winces when he slams into the wall. She'd be worried...but he takes the impact like a pro. Interesting, that, at that speed most people would do more than frown and quip.

Still, she scurries over and kneels down next to him. "Are you alright? There must be some sort of force field around the door to prevent tampering. Bit excessive, really. A big bar would've done the job." That's to the room, not him, in case they're being watched. "So...through the door's out, then."