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dashboardliteAs 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..."
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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Date: 2010-11-22 12:15 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-11-22 01:02 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2010-11-22 02:35 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-11-22 05:18 am (UTC)"...Dean. Dean Winchester. What're you doin' down here? This door might be dangerous."
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Date: 2010-11-22 05:21 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-11-23 04:18 am (UTC)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."