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[theunsmiling]

It's a dark room, and cold, shrouded in iron and lead, covered over in symbols to repel every evil thing under the sun, and a few things that will never see the light of day. There's one door, bolted tight, and salt sealed into the very walls

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[gavemea_45]

"You gonna say anything?"

Bitterness and resignation, both, mixed with anger.

"Or are you just here to watch the freakshow?"

[theunsmiling]

"I probably should limit myself to merely watching," she admits, stepping closer.

"But I'm not going to. There's no reason for you to be so lost as this, Samuel Winchester. Or rather, not to stay so lost as this."

[gavemea_45]

"I'm not lost," he snaps. "I know exactly where I am. I'm jailed."

[theunsmiling]

"In more ways than one."

One eyebrow arches so very delicately.

"Not that you'll admit that, will you."