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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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Livid, Dean glares at the other and for a split-second he's gone - GONE - re-appearing behind the hunter. He feels the sudden dread of being caught off-guard, similar to taking a step down some stairs and missing one, stomach dropping.

"Fuc-"

He can hardly get the curse out of his mouth before a well-place foot jabs him in the lower back and he stumbles to the ground on his hands and knees, left palm digging into the sharp remains of his EMF. The metal cuts deep and Dean can smell the coppery tang of blood.

"Sonuvabitch!"

Back still screaming in protest, Dean rolls over and fumbles for his gun, gritting his teeth and cocking it. He takes aim at the fucker's shoulder and pulls the trigger.

[Since the hollow wasn't being completely serious--why, it was only a measly human with a temper--he flash steps again to the side but the bullet punches through the sleeve of his shihakushou and grazes his arm before he's completely gone. When he reappears a short distance later, he looks at the tear curiously and picks at it before grinning mockingly at Dean.]

Aw look, ain'tcha so proud? Ya got me.

How the Hell was he doing that? Dean hasn't seen anyone move this fast, ever. Not even demons in their vessels. Maybe a rougarou, or a werewolf on a good day, but it's like this thing stepped a second into the future just to fuck with him.

"Stop flash-dancing, Jennifer Beals," Dean growls, dragging the back of his hand over his lower lip and looking down at it. Crimson stained his skin.

This thing could kill him.

"What the fuck are you?!" Spitting blood onto the floor and dragging himself to his knees, Desert Eagle cocked and aimed at the bitch's head, Dean's mouth twists in a snarl.

He certainly isn't the type to give up easily.

Gonna shoot me again? So fuckin' cruel, I'm just playin' with ya. But if ya want me to be serious I'm sure I can be convinced to~

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If this thing isn't being serious now, Dean doesn't want to see it serious later. He might end up with his neck snapped.

"No," He chokes out, clearing his throat and feeling his gun-arm shake a little. Dean drops it, narrowing his eyes at the yellow-eyed man. It's not Azazel. But it might be worse.

"Just go the fuck away before I summon a demon and ask it to kill your lily-white ass."

I don't think so. Y'see, I've decided that I like it here so this place belongs to me.

"What, the fucking door? I couldn't give a shit about the damn door!"

...and Dean doesn't. It's like he doesn't care anymore. Why did he ever care in the first place? That's what really baffles him.

Don't like it? Well then ya got no more reason to stay here unless ya wanna stay here permanently.

Dragging himself off the floor, nearly doubled over with one arm wrapped around his waist, Dean shoots the white-haired bastard a death glare.

"I'm gonna find a way to kill you," He growls, feeling a trickle of blood drip out of his nose and over his lip. "See if I don't, you sonuvabitch."

Dean takes a few wary, careful steps back before turning around completely, with every intent of leaving the foyer.

Bye bye~

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