dashboardlite | 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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...What are you doing? [Elaine's been hanging out nearby, a good distance from the door, but in the same hall nonetheless. She walks up to Dean.]

Dean whips around as if expecting to be bombarded or attacked, and finds himself looking at a familiar girl.

"Oh, it's...it's you."

He's pretty sure they never exchanged names the first time they talked on the comm unit, but speaking with anyone right now isn't going to put him at ease. He feels tense, hyperaware.

"I'm...investigating," He states rather bluntly, scratching at the wood again. Something about this door is unsettling, and he can't quite put his finger on what it is.

She looks at him first, then glances at the door. Then she holds out her hand to shake. "I'm Elaine."

[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.]

[Jack is in the process of tucking his communicator back into his pocket after doing something extremely complicated-looking with his fingers and its buttons, when he catches sight of Dean--and the door.]

What's that? It wasn't here before.

He turns, quirking an eyebrow at the newcomer, and a smile twitches across his face as he recognizes the other man.

"Hey, Jack." Hands in his pockets, Dean steps back to look up at the thing. "I think it's a door."

"Pretty big door." His time in the mansion is his first real experience with actual wooden doors, and he still finds them somewhat fascinating; he steps past Dean and presses his fingertips lightly against the door, feeling the grain. They drift, quite naturally, toward the doorknob, and hesitate there. "What's that thing you're holding?"

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.

He looks down at her hand for a moment, lips pursed thoughtfully, before taking it gently in his own fingers and shaking it.

"...Dean. Dean Winchester. What're you doin' down here? This door might be dangerous."

"Hm? Oh...oh, it's am EMF reader. Electro-magnetic frequency detector." He holds it out carefully. "Sorta tampered with my comm unit to make it a little more useful. Ghosts, spirits, and demonic activity give off high EMF readings."

Probably the same thing you're doing. Investigating, maybe. Have you figured out what it's doing here? [She gestures.]

"Ghosts are electromagnetic?" He takes it gently, and after a few moments of fiddling seems to figure it out; he winds up taking a reading of Dean. "I wonder..."

[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."

Dean... your not seriously interested in this door, are you...? There's tons in the mansion.

ah, sorry i didn't know it was suppose to be third person ._.

"Hm?"

His gaze slides slowly over to the young woman, and he chews on his lip pensively for a moment.

"...dunno, sweetheart. This is a tough nut to crack and I'm kind of a persistent guy." Dean offers her a lazy smirk, sticking his hands in his back pockets.

[It's not. xD I just felt like using quotations for once. It's all still in first person.]

Oh okay <3

There are better things to figure out. Like perhaps... I don't know.... finding a way out of "Wonderland". That's an even tougher nut to crack

Dean furrows his brow a little. "...okay, well, you can figure that out, and I'm gonna handle this door. For all we know, this is the way out."

For some reason, he's almost sure of that fact now.

I highly doubt they'll just dangle the way out in front of us. I don't think it's that simple. It's too good to be true, making it suspicious. If you get hurt or killed, don't say I didn't warn you.

[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.

"Sort of..."

He watches Jack carefully, making sure he handles the EMF in the right way. As the contraption is waved over him, the reading remains constant - nothing.

"It's not so much that they produce electromagnetic waves; they disrupt the waves given off by the EMF. Supernatural activity can be measured by how much the waves are affected."

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."

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