Caves, Chasms, We Explore Them All.

[i_shot_a_dick]

Who; Dean Winchester I_shot_a_dick and Castiel to_rebel.
What; Dean and Cas have a run in with a 'familiar' face while checking out the new hole in the Underworld..
Where; The Chasm
When; March 10, 2011
Rating; PG-13 Because Dean has a foul mouth and it is bound to get put to use and of course violence is always an option?
Status; Ongoing.

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[to_rebel]

The chasm was, to say the least, unsettling but that was nothing new to the Underworld. Everything was unsettling somehow. He arrived at the chasm, landing with a whoosh of displaced air, and looked around. He would have to see about getting those sigils taken off of Dean's ribs -- and follow through on that thought this time. Dean was off to the side, on the other side of the chasm; Castiel took to flight again and landed some feet behind the man.

And then frowned at the way Dean was looking at the chasm. "If you are thinking of going down there, don't."

[i_shot_a_dick]

Dean snorted and turned around to give Cas a grin that had guilty written all over it before he expelled a breath "Who me, nah. I got a thing against pits." He did and thinking about going in to that one had begun to turn his stomach just a little.

"Somethin' ain't right with this thing, makes me feel weird, lookin' in there, like I'm seein' things." Dean stepped back from the edge and closer to the angel as his eyes narrowed.

On the other side, he could have sworn he saw some thing all too familiar crawling out "You see that?"

[to_rebel]

Castiel gave Dean a look that told him exactly what he thought of that; of course Dean had thought about going down there, whether he had a thing against pits or not. He turned away, peering at the pit without really seeing it with human eyes. "It feels like the cave," he answered. So, no. It wasn't right.

He blinked just before Dean spoke, something prickling at the edge of his senses. He looked up as Dean pointed out the thing across the chasm. "I see it. Hang on." He raised a hand and touched Dean's forehead, to bring them both across the chasm. They landed some distance from the creature; Castiel wasn't so keen on tempting fate quite that moronically.

[i_shot_a_dick]

Dean knew he was busted but that was a moot point when he was whisked away on Angel Airlines and caught his balance as they landed, letting his stomach stop rolling.

The hunter cocked his head to the side and just stared for a moment. "Son of a bitch, it's a fuckin' Djinn." He saw the odd markings, the strange eyes and Dean felt his stomach drop. Had it all been an illusion all along? Right as he thought the creature turned it's head, noticing the hunter and the angel and began to advance on them.