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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..."
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 05:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-22 05:45 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-11-22 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-22 06:16 pm (UTC)For some reason, he's almost sure of that fact now.
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Date: 2010-11-24 05:26 am (UTC)"...okay, shoot. Tell me." He's desperate but doesn't want it to show.
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Date: 2010-11-24 03:01 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-11-27 06:57 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-11-28 04:40 am (UTC)