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07: [Action] Break on Through (To The Other Side)

As he stands there, staring, Dean Winchester wonders why he's never noticed this door before. It's not anything normal, by any stretch - it's just a huge door; tall, foreboding, made of something that looks like solid oak. He hasn't touched it yet, he's simply been waiting. Waiting for it to open, waiting for someone to go in or come out.

It doesn't even have hinges or a knob or a lock, but he knows it's a door, and not some giant slab in the middle of the foyer.

Without dragging his eyes away, Dean slips a hand into the pocket of his coat, pulling out the comm unit he'd warped into an EMF reader. Something this big and unexpected had to have a spike off the charts. Switching the device on with a little click, he takes careful, precise steps towards the door, holding his electro-magnetic-frequency measurer up to the offending object - He really shouldn't be feeling like a gorilla out of 2001: A Space Odyssey right now, but he does - and his eyebrows shoot into his hairline as the EMF lights up and squeals, obnoxious beeping echoing through the front hall.

"...sonuvabitch," He mutters, tucking his little invention away and running his fingers over smooth wood. "We chased our pleasures, here...dug our treasures, there, but can you still recall..." Dean hums quiety, squinting at the grain and scratching a fingernail over it, half-expecting sulfur to come away.

"...the time we cried...break on through, to the other side, break on through, to the other side..."

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He grumbles a little, frowning at her. "What other choice do I have, huh? There is nothing here. This whole goddamn house is one dead end right after the other, just 'cause it likes to fuck with us, and I'm tired of not being able to go anywhere but the rest of the grounds. This is new. This is different. This might get us out."

"...not a fuckin' clue."

He looks frustrated. "I wanna go in, but there's no handle. I don't even know if it's a freaking door, but it feels like it should be, and I don't know why I'm here. I don't even remember how I came ten floors down to come and see this stupid thing."

And... if I don't~?

"Huh." He swings the machine slowly around, keeping an eye on the meter as it coasts past various bits of the room. "I used to see ghosts."

Dean growls under his breath, cursing and mumbling, "I'll knock your teeth in, that's what." Straightening and taking a deep breath, he answers properly.

"...I dunno, man. You're just gonna push until you find out, so maybe I'll let it be a surprise, hunh?"

Shrugging, he turns back to the door and smoothes one hand over it again, frowning.

It's like the whole world is intent on keeping him from this door.

Why?

I've got a theory, but it might be a stretch. It's far more dangerous, though. But, it's also more realistic/

[He doesn't do a good job to suppress his giggles and holds his hands up in mock defense.]

Better be careful, shouldn't I? Wouldn't wanna get on yer bad side...

[Oh, he couldn't. He wouldn't. ...Why yes, he'll be more of a prick just to make your day better, Dean. And he'll start by approaching you casually like he wasn't the soul eating hollow he was~ ...Well, maybe just a little.]

Whatcha got there~?

Okay. This hadn't been funny from the beginning, and the other guy was really starting to push his buttons like a technological invalid with a remote control for the satellite cable network with four-hundred channels. Lips twitching a little as he's rudely interrupted once more, he turns slowly, EMF in hand.

"A bomb," Dean lies glibly, no trace denying as such on his face. "Gonna blow this fuckin' door sky high and see where that gets us."

Or ram it down your smug throat, you irritating prick.

[Oh hell no. That door belongs to him, bitch.]

A bomb, hmm~? And why do ya think that sounds like a great idea?

"'Cause I'm running out of ideas on how to open this thing short of drilling a hole into it or setting it on fire," Dean ran with his own joke, marveling at the fact that the guy had believed him. Jesus, the EMF didn't even look like a bomb. It looked just like the comm unit with some extra bells and whistles added.

Well ain't that too bad. Guess ya should leave it alone. If such a borin' object is confusin' to a human like ya... ya might hurt yerself.

[There isn't a violent implication in his words. He's completely harmless. Honestly.]

"...really."

Dean purses his lips, quirking an eyebrow. "You used to see ghosts? What made 'em go away?"

Dean stops glaring at the door, and looks at her seriously.

"...okay, shoot. Tell me." He's desperate but doesn't want it to show.

"I don't know. I quit splicing, I guess."

Has anyone tried finding a way out through the mirror world? I mean... none of us have really been there much unless the mirrors crossed this side. That doesn't happen much. So what if there was a way out through the mirror world?

I'm pretty sure it will be a lot more dangerous on that side, though. I don't know if it's true or not, but I have a feeling that dying there will really result in death. I mean, here if we die, we come back after a while. I have a feeling we wouldn't come back if we died there.

"...dude. That sounds painful as Hell." He raises his eyebrows, making a face. "I dunno if there are any ghosts here, but if there are I'm gonna send their asses onto the next life."

What's that, Chuckles? Upset I'm gonna hurt your door? I'm gonna be fine. Well outta range from this bitch when she blows.

[Dean fiddles with the switches on his EMF to make it look as though he's punching in the settings for a time bomb. Hey - No one said he couldn't be a shithead.]

[He is unsure since it looks nothing like the explosives and bombs that Gokudera used against him numerous times but... fuck if he's going to let another human with 'technology' scare him off.]

Lemme see that. Ya don't mind, do ya?

[He grabs at the EMF. If he does manage to get it he won't have one shred of sympathy for Dean if he accidentally crushes his fingers on the way by.]

"Splicing? It's a little uncomfortable." He is fairly okay with shoving giant needles into his arms by now. He grins at Dean's comment about the ghosts. "How do you do that? You can't touch them, can you?"

"You might not be able to touch ghosts, but they can touch you if they feel like it," Dean looks around the hall, appraising the others there as if deciding whether or not they're ghosts. "Iron repels 'em. And salt. But if you wanna get rid of 'em, s'easier than it sounds."

He shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Find the remains, salt 'em, and burn 'em. Bitches'll burst into flames and then you don't hafta deal with 'em anymore. Boom - ghost-free!" Dean holds his hands out to emphasize his words before fiddling with the cuff of his jacket, a broad grin on his face.

It falls soon afterwards.

"...used to do this shit all the time with my brother."

Dean frowns almost automatically. He hadn't considered the mirror-world. Then again, he had yet to see if he could find his mirror-self.

He was almost certain that the guy would be some corporate douchebag.

"...we die five times here, right? Before leaving? Or do we die for real?" Dean looks as though he's considering this. "If the mirror-self dies, do we die?"

Did that mean that this wasn't reality, but the other side was?

God-fucking-damn he was gonna kick the shit outta this Trickster God.

"Do I min- What the fuck, dude?!"

Before he can stop the other, his fingers are sore and the asshole has his EMF. His comm unit, by default. Ignoring the twinge of pain - this dick was a strong motherfucker - Dean curls one hand into a fist and holds the other one out.

"Gimme that back, asshole."

If looks could kill, the guy would be dead already.

[He looks at the device with feigned interest for a moment then holds it away and grinning all the same. Was the other going to fight him for it?]

Say please~

"I am not playin' games with you, buddy." Teeth bared, Dean's brow furrowed. "Give me the EMF before I shoot you in the face."

The fingers on his free hand twitch, and he seriously considers reaching for his gun. It took a fuck-long time to get the comm unit to double as a ghost-hunting magnet and he doesn't want to make another.

Oh, yer gonna shoot me? Oh, well, if ya put it that way...

[He starts closing his hand around the EMF, putting pressure on it to slowly break it.]

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