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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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[Wonderful. Another human hanging about this damned door? That was going to get old real fast but... hell, he was bored after doing nothing after how long. Maybe this will prove entertaining.

For the moment he stands a distance away from the door, hands in the pockets of his hakama as he looks at the front hall with a bored expression.]

After a little more time spent looking over the door, he gets the shivery feeling down his spine that someone is watching him. So engrossed in his current activity, Dean finds it almost difficult to force himself into turning around to see the white-haired, dark-eyed...whatever-it-was.

"...you got a problem, buddy?"

He's just staring, and it's kinda creepy.

[A ghost of a smirk touches his lips. He could always do the boring thing and ignore the human...but really, what fun would that be? He kept to himself for so long and besides, the other was distracting him from... well, whatever the hell was so special about this damned spot.]

Maybe.

Dean doesn't like being provoked. He doesn't like being toyed with. And he especially doesn't like punks with too much mousse in their hair getting cocky and rubbing him the wrong way.

Normally, he'd shrug it off as odd behavior, but it's the insufferable expression on the guy's face that really, really grates. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he raises his chin a little, appraising the guy. Here he was, legitimately investigating something for once in this stupid house, and some civvie wanted to look.

Point-blank, in his usual blunt manner, Dean cocked his head to one side and frowned. "Look, dude, I don't swing that way, so if you're gonna stare do that somewhere else."

[The grin widens at that. Really, this human was too easy to push and unfortunately that was the hollow's favorite game~ He should have tried to socialize with the rest of the mansion sooner if freshmeat was about. ]

Don't flatter yerself; humans are always so fuckin' vain. Unbelievable.

Dean glances down at his EMF and sees the needle flicker with activity. This dick...he didn't really want to deal with. And he didn't really want to know what he was, despite the jibe towards 'humans'.

"...right, well, get your kicks somewhere else, buddy. I don't have time for your two-bit, wannabe-spirit ass."

And... if I don't~?

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?

[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.]

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.]

"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.]

He's got his gun out in two seconds, expression hard as he trains it to the other's forehead, growling,

"Put it down."

At point-blank range, there's no way he could possibly miss. With all these people around, though, Dean isn't exactly sure what kinda rep he wants as 'the guy who shot someone else in the face.'

"Yeah, you think you're real funny now, screwin' around with shit you don't understand." A tight smile on his face, Dean shakes his head. "Just give it back and I'll stop thinkin' about giving you another hole to breathe through."

Hee hee~ I'll give ya a choice instead since I'm so fuckin' nice.

[With a feral grin the hollow uses his free hand to grab Dean's wrist and force it up, moving close enough to get right in the other's face. Whatever personal space one thought he had is now gone.]

Take yer human toys and fuck off. I might decide to eat ya now rather than save ya for later.

[[ooc; If this is retardedly confusing at all, it's because I only just remembered shit about the Yellow-Eyed Demon that Dean killed in Supernatural Season 2. Way to go, brain. PREPARE TO BE BAFFLED, ICHIGO-HOLLOW. xD]]

Dean grits his teeth and grunts as his arm is jerked upwards, and the hunter glares daggers at the yellow-eyed-

Holy fuck.

The Yellow-Eyed Demon.

He hadn't noticed until he was this close, inches away, from this spiky-haired kid with yellow eyes. He doesn't talk like the demon that he and his brother had spent more than a year hunting, more than ten years for his father...but he's here. He's back. And thanks to a past full of hauntings by this singular asshole Dean couldn't care less whether or not the man gripping his forearm is really the demon Azazel.

He's just pissed.

"Azazel," He growls darkly, not realizing his mistake. "You sonuvabitch, I killed you. Eat me?" Dean's laughter is cutting and bitter. "Yeah, that's rich. Why don't you let me go so I can find another way to kill you? Again."

[[OOC: Ffff damnit, I totally forgot about that too. WHO KNEW YELLOW EYES WERE SO POPULAR?]]

[What the fuck? Last thing the hollow checked he didn't have a name, let alone something weird like Azazel of all things. And killing? Maybe Dean's brain finally broke and he went insane. This was the first time he's run into the human!

After looking confused for a brief moment he grins and starts cackling. This was too much but he doesn't let go. He still wants to have some fun with this one; insane or not.]

Who the fuck is this Azazel bastard yer goin' on about?

[[ooc; INORITE?]]

For a split second there's something skin to complete, utter confusion in the other's goddamn smug yellow eyes. It's not a moment long enough for Dean to care, particularly when the asshole starts running his mouth again.

Jesus, he's gonna rip the guy's lungs out, that laugh is so irritating.

But his words give Dean pause.

"...what the fu-? You're shitting me, right? You know damn well, ya ass-ugly douchebag! Killed mom, then dad, then fucked around with my brother's head to open your stupid Gate to Hell!"

He's practically spitting, he's so mad. Risking the strain to his arm, Dean wrenches them downward enough to distract the other's attention before butting heads with the other, hard.

[Oh. So he wanted to play dirty, was it? With a half snarl--no human gets the best of him--he crushes the damned device in his other hand to free it then clenches a fist and slams it into Dean's midsection as he moves forward again.]

Sounds like fun!

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[Action] - Sorry for the lateness. Life is kicking my butt atm.

[Action] - Pfft no worries. I'm always late cause...I have no excuse.

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