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entrancelogs2016-02-20 08:18 pm
lovestheimpala) wrote in entrancelogs2016-02-20 08:18 pm
come on, baby
Who: Dean Winchester ( & whoever wants a slice of this pie)
Where: Outside. Hallways. Bar.
When: Feb. 20th
Rating: PG13 at least.
Summary: Dean discovers a different dimension.
The Story:
i. outside
It’s less than a blink of an eye. A split second where he’s not fully paying attention to life around him. That’s all it takes for it to vanish and leave him standing alone. He blinks. Once. Twice. Just to make sure that his brain isn’t flipping out on him.Again.
He’s pretty sure he’s not hallucinating, though. The handle of the Scythe still in his hands feels too solid. His grip tightens around it until splinters dig into his palms. No, this is definitely real.
For a second, he wonders if this is Death’s deal- But no. No, that doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t add up. He wasn’t gonna kill Sam. He wouldn’t have been strong enough to do that and even if he had… why would Death send him packing with his Scythe? If this was his doing, Dean was pretty freaking sure he’d want his toy back first. So this had to be something different. Something that derailed them and snagged either just him, or all three of them, and dumped them somewhere else.
Where though? Only one way to find out.
With the Scythe lifted high, Dean sets out to figure out where he is, and if he was the only one that Stargated out of that restaurant.
ii. hallways
“What the hell….?”
It’s not so much the actual grandeur of the place that has him just barely gaping when he first walks into the mansion, but rather that he can’t wrap his brain around why he would end up here. It can’t be a good thing. Last time he got zapped into a place that was all gold and art, and fancy like this… it was the angelic dicks wanting him to sit pretty until Michael wanted him to bend over. This place doesn’t quite reek of their arrogance, but the unsettling feeling that something pulled him out of his life to screw him over can’t be shaken.
So he walks around as quietly as he can, hoping that he can get a better feel of the place before he runs into anyone. He’s damn good at stealth when he needs to be, but it’s not always easy to sneak in shadows and stay hidden when you’re carrying around a weapon the size of a small human.
iii. bar
He’s tired. That’s an understatement.
It had been a shitty-as-all-hell week even before he got beamed up. So much crap dumped on him all in such a few days (some of it even by his own hands) and Dean hadn’t had a moment to stop and let it sink in. And this BS happened. Desperate to get a moment to let all of this… Dean needs a drink. Simple as that, and he dumps the scythe into one of the empty rooms so he isn’t walking around looking like he’s here to freaking reap people. From that it’s a bee line to the bar. Thank God this place has a bar.
He walks in with his head down, not stopping until he can park his ass on one of the stools. He needs there to be no more than just the bottom of his glass tonight. “Gimme a shot. And a beer.”
Where: Outside. Hallways. Bar.
When: Feb. 20th
Rating: PG13 at least.
Summary: Dean discovers a different dimension.
The Story:
i. outside
It’s less than a blink of an eye. A split second where he’s not fully paying attention to life around him. That’s all it takes for it to vanish and leave him standing alone. He blinks. Once. Twice. Just to make sure that his brain isn’t flipping out on him.
He’s pretty sure he’s not hallucinating, though. The handle of the Scythe still in his hands feels too solid. His grip tightens around it until splinters dig into his palms. No, this is definitely real.
For a second, he wonders if this is Death’s deal- But no. No, that doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t add up. He wasn’t gonna kill Sam. He wouldn’t have been strong enough to do that and even if he had… why would Death send him packing with his Scythe? If this was his doing, Dean was pretty freaking sure he’d want his toy back first. So this had to be something different. Something that derailed them and snagged either just him, or all three of them, and dumped them somewhere else.
Where though? Only one way to find out.
With the Scythe lifted high, Dean sets out to figure out where he is, and if he was the only one that Stargated out of that restaurant.
ii. hallways
“What the hell….?”
It’s not so much the actual grandeur of the place that has him just barely gaping when he first walks into the mansion, but rather that he can’t wrap his brain around why he would end up here. It can’t be a good thing. Last time he got zapped into a place that was all gold and art, and fancy like this… it was the angelic dicks wanting him to sit pretty until Michael wanted him to bend over. This place doesn’t quite reek of their arrogance, but the unsettling feeling that something pulled him out of his life to screw him over can’t be shaken.
So he walks around as quietly as he can, hoping that he can get a better feel of the place before he runs into anyone. He’s damn good at stealth when he needs to be, but it’s not always easy to sneak in shadows and stay hidden when you’re carrying around a weapon the size of a small human.
iii. bar
He’s tired. That’s an understatement.
It had been a shitty-as-all-hell week even before he got beamed up. So much crap dumped on him all in such a few days (some of it even by his own hands) and Dean hadn’t had a moment to stop and let it sink in. And this BS happened. Desperate to get a moment to let all of this… Dean needs a drink. Simple as that, and he dumps the scythe into one of the empty rooms so he isn’t walking around looking like he’s here to freaking reap people. From that it’s a bee line to the bar. Thank God this place has a bar.
He walks in with his head down, not stopping until he can park his ass on one of the stools. He needs there to be no more than just the bottom of his glass tonight. “Gimme a shot. And a beer.”
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"This place is called Wonderland. As in, the books, but very real. It's not that much weirder than being stuck in TV land, to be honest."
And with much less of Gabriel, which is usually a blessing (unless he's saving their lives).
"There's a lot you have to know, and it's... gonna be tough to hear." Sam sighs, shifting where he stands, looking decidedly uncomfortable. "Like that you've been here before, a few times, and you don't remember it now... obviously. A lot of times, when people get zapped back home from this place, they come back again without remembering it at all. Memories can get pretty screwy around here."
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"So, like.. what- What's the last thing you remember from out there," he asks carefully.
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Damn. He clears his throat, considering it, debating how honest to be. Winchester style dictates that he's absurdly vague or flat-out lying, but that won't get them very far in this particular conversation when things are already so confusing. It also won't help him to find out where Dean's come from.
His brother knows all his tells, anyway.
"... You'd died," he says, finally, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Metatron killed you. And... then you were just gone. I haven't seen it myself, but I know what happens next. With Crowley, with the First Blade."
With Dean being a demon and coming after Sam in the most lethal way.
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again, then how is it you've been out there with me all along...?And just like that he's back to suspicions.
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Not so, not in Wonderland, anyway. There's still a lot Dean doesn't know, starting with:
"Time doesn't move, here. So, when I go back, I go right back to where I came from at home. To you being a demon. And when you get zapped there, you go back to us 'dealing.' I can't explain it, but I've been here almost three years, so... just take my word for it. I've see this happen a few times."
Jesus. Almost three years. He'd almost forgotten.
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Dean nods. That actually makes sense- Not that any of this really makes sense, but for what they're used to? Yeah, he can wrap his brain around that just fine.
"So what do we do here?"
And he tries not to sound like he's kinda twitching to get away from Sam now that they're both alive and well, but he knows Sam's gonna see right through that. Not that it matters. They're just "peachy". That alone should explain why he's not running to give him a hug.
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Sam almost laughs, and he does crack a smile, shaking his head dubiously.
"Uh... I mean, we just kind of... go about the day-to-day. Sometimes there are monsters to hunt, but usually it's a case of trying not to get stir-crazy."
Yeah, Sam can tell his brother is eager to abandon ship, which is why he drops another bomb to keep Dean on the line:
"We're not the only ones here. Jo, Ellen-... Bobby's here, too. And Dad."