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[ About time for him to deal with something supernatural. What's it been now? A month? That's got to be a record.

Dean flips through the pages of the journal, hears the voices and takes a moment to watch the flow of words appearing on the paper. He has no idea what's going on except Lisa's gone and he can't get to Ben. ] Okay. You've got my attention.

Whatever, whoever you are, just tell me what you want and let's get this over with, huh?

[ He slams the journal down. ] C'mon! [ He's in a room, one that's almost similar to Lisa's except the window's gone and the door's shut tight. He can't unlock it, break it, or kick it open. ]

I swear, if you so much as touch a single strand of hair on their head--if you hurt them, I will rip you to shreds. [ He had gone to bed last night at midnight and hours later, had woken up to find himself in an empty bed. That didn't strike him as strange as it was the weekend, and Lisa would usually be up way before him, but when he couldn't find the gun underneath his bed or the spare he kept under the floorboards, he'd looked around and realized what a piss poor imitation of her bedroom this really was. ]

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If anyone knew who brought us here, you would have to wait in line for that.

[ He spends a good minute staring at the journal at first, but decides -- what the heck. If this is the only mode of communication he's getting, it's better than nothing. ]

Where am I? [ Don't say heaven. He's been there and it isn't all it's cracked up to be. ]

People call it different things, but the first name I was given was Paradise. This place brings people here from all different times and places. Congratulations, you got the honor of joining us. (Pure sarcasm there.) I'm Johanna.

Edited 2012-09-02 17:31 (UTC)

[ Paradise. Now he's definitely wondering if this is the work of some dick angel except they had a habit of making themselves known usually sooner rather than later. ]

Dean.

You stuck in some kind of a room too?

Hey.

Stuck? That's something new. Did you try opening the door?

Tried everything short of dislocating my shoulder. Door won't budge. [ He tries to turn the knob again, but it won't even turn. ]

Any idea what I'm supposed to do? [ He takes another look around to see if there's a large enough vent he can crawl up and out of. ] Or say? Abracadabra? Hakuna Matata? [ Well. This is just great. Stuck in so-called paradise and he can't even leave the room. ]

[Johanna gives a little snort.] Just don't wish for anything. Wishes are granted here, but it's not worth the trouble. It'll come back at you at some point. Is there a window in your room that you could open? I can get an idea of where you are.

It's alright -- your friends aren't in any danger.

[ Lisa and Ben; they're the closest he's got to a family ever since he lost Sam. It'll be his damned fault if anything were to happen to them as he should've known better. His past, his life, he can't outrun it. ]

I'm supposed to take your word for it?

You're not obliged to, and in any other circumstance I'd encourage questioning... but that is the conclusion you'll come to at some point. We've all been through it.

[ The people he's spoken to so far seem all too calm and collected about being stuck here. Resigned even. It's a little freaky. ]

Tell me this isn't some kind of an alien abduction. [ Any minute now, he's half expecting to be mind-wiped by some three foot tall, skinny, bug eyed E.T. ]

[Ripping to shreds... well that doesn't sound familiar at all.]

Congratulations, you're stuck in a new world.

Whoever you're worried about? They're still back home.

So I've been told. [ By now, Dean's settled down some. He hates this whole situation, but there's not much he can do right now when he's stuck in a goddamn room. ]

What's with the journal? Don't people own cell phones here?

Some of them do, but not everybody does. Plus I don't think there's a cellphone tower anywhere. [Who said he was stuck in a room, those doors open. They weren't locked.]

The journals are easier.

How do I reach someone? Scribble their name on a page and hope they see it?

[ He'll be able to get out of his room tomorrow (aka the castle/his mun is evil). ]

Pretty much. It's the best we've got.

There's also a network system, but it's more for information than contact.

A network system? [ If he's going to be stuck here, he might as well get hold of some information regarding the place. ] How do I access that, kid? [ Hey. Either's he's right about Stiles being a kid, or the poor dude's vocal cords missed the puberty train. ] I don't see a Google search engine on any of these pages.

Name's Stiles.

[He is a teenager] Wish up a computer and/or look for computers in the library. Entrances are on the fourth, fifth and sixth floor.

Or you can ask the journal and hope somebody gives you an answer.

Edited 2012-09-03 08:16 (UTC)

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold it. Wish up for a computer? [ This just gets better and better. ] I don't see a magic lamp or a gem stone lying around here anywhere. [ Not that he'd touch it with a ten foot pole. He's seen 'Wishmaster'. ]

Highly recommend not doing it.

But if you wish for a computer and-or-laptop the castle spits one out.

What, literally? Big, giant, gaping mouth opening up as a hole in the wall? [ He wouldn't be surprised. ]

Not literally. Apparently it's just out of thin air.

Still need your name, dude.

Name's Dean.

So what happens when you make a wish?

Good to know.

Generally? Nothing.

But a couple of months ago people got sick for few days. Seemed like they were being energy drained or something.

So, I don't trust it.

[ .... Here we go again.

It's not the first thought that Sam wants to have when it comes to his brother, but Dean's come and go so many times that he's not sure he can handle losing him again. The castle, however, doesn't seem to care, so all Sam can do is just speak up and hope that Dean doesn't automatically assume he's being screwed with.

The odds aren't exactly high in Sam's favor, but it's Dean, so he has to try.]

Dude, just ... relax, okay.

[ Funny enough, he had been on the verge of relaxing when Sam--Sam? Dean rubs the sleep out of his eyes and snatches the journal up. ]

Sam, that you? [ He'd had ample time to think about how if people arrived here from different times and different places that there could be a possibility that Sammy would be here. Hell, he'd hoped, but he's not dumb enough to believe that this could be the real Sam considering they're currently communicating via a magic frigging journal. ]

Yeah, it's me.

[there's a pause as he's still trying to sort out when exactly Dean is from, but he can't quite put his finger on it.]

Look, just tell me what room you're in, and I'll come to you. It might take me a minute, though, I'm in town and I have to lock up.

[ There's a town outside of the castle? Awesome. ] Sure. [ Good thing after he managed to leave his room, he'd thought to steal a knife from the kitchen downstairs. ]

Room 414. [ He gets up off the bed and moves to stand a few feet away from the door, leaving the knife within easy reach on the desk behind him.

Please just let it be Sammy, he thinks. He just wants his brother back, and if it means spending the rest of his life in Castlevania or Disneyland or whatever the hell this is, he'll deal with it. He's tried to do the normal thing, but it hasn't been easy either, and despite promising Sam he wouldn't, he hasn't stopped trying to figure out a way to get him out of Lucifer's cage. ]

I'll be right there.

[and with that, he'll lock up the Pie Hole and make his way back to the castle. Ten minutes later he's .... standing in front of Dean's door and not quite knocking because the minute he steps through that door, things are just going to start all over again.

All he asks is that this time it sticks, but that's all he asked every time, and he never seemed to get what he wanted.

He pauses, takes a deep breath, before raising his hand and knocking a quick pattern that he knows Dean will recognize.]

[ Dean has no clue he's been here plenty of times before as no one's told him that just yet, so that will be another surprise to add to the list.

The familiar knock on the door assures him slightly, but Sam knows what needs to be done here. Silver, holy water. The usual. ]

Come on in. [ He's staying put right where he is -- in his white shirt and dark blue tracksuit bottoms. That's what he woke up in this morning (and what he wore to bed last night). Shut up. Don't judge him. ]

[Sam opens the door slowly, peering around the corner a bit to make sure he doesn't get shot the first time he shows his face. Dean may be acting calm so far, but that doesn't mean he's not a paranoid guy. When a shotgun shell doesn't land in the far wall, he takes that as a good sign to open the door the rest of the way, before flashing his brother a small smile.]

Hey.

Hey. [ Sam looks just like he remembered. That's good. ] You mind? [ He nods towards the drawer. Silver knife. Holy water. ]

[sighs heavily and shakes his head. At least he's not being violent about it. That's a plus.

Sam makes his way over to the drawer, picking up the knife first because it would suck more. He rolled up his sleeve, before slicing a quick line across his arm with the knife. He looks up at Dean briefly, before reaching for the holy water and taking a quick swig.]

All good?

[ He raises his eyebrows slightly, sucks in a breath and lets out a slight shake of his head. ] Not really. [ What the hell is he supposed to make of this? Sam's not a doppelgänger, not a demon, but it's possible he's not fresh out of Lucifer's cage either so...

He drops the knife down (hadn't realize he'd pick it up even), takes a few steps towards Sam, decides the questions can wait and reaches over to pull his brother into a hug. ]

[Sam feels his brother's weight hit him, and at first he doesn't know what to do with it. Dean is actually here. He's really here. This isn't a castle trick or a dream where he's going to wake up and just go back to business as usual.

In a way, waking up would be easier. He wouldn't be spending his time waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It takes him a minute, but eventually Sam's arms come up to return the hug, trying to relax and not seem like he's freaking out. Even if he is.]

Good morning and welcome to Cair Paradisa, affectionately known by its residents as Castle Wonderfuck.

[The voice that comes from the journal is as smooth and as calm as anything.]

We hope you enjoy your visit.

Who're you? Para's own friggin' concierge? [ Castle. Well, that's some new info right there. All he's seen so far is the inside of this room. ]

You know, this room could use a door that opens and some liquor?

Sorry, not me. [You don't want to know what he is, Dean. You really don't]

Door won't open, huh? What's your name, I'll find you and see if I can get in from the outside.

[ Yep. Probably best to keep that little detail to yourself, Cole. ]

Dean. Dean Winchester. [ He has no idea how this guy plans to bust through the door, let alone find him by name (that kid, Stiles did mention the castle having some kind of a network system in place so that could be it), and maybe it was possible for the door to be opened from the outside, but whatever it is, he's not planning on sitting duck. He looks around for some kind of a weapon he could use to protect himself, sees the chair he broke in his attempt to escape earlier, reaches for the piece of wood with the sharpest end and slips it inside his jacket. Quickly, he grabs the remaining pieces and shoves it under his bed. ]

[At least, not yet. Cole being an upper-level demon is hardly a secret, after all.]

Alright, it might take a while, so get yourself comfy.

[And Cole is going to start shimmering off to each floor and checking the doors before moving on. It was quicker than using the stairs and elevators.

He couldn't shimmer directly to the guy. Two reasons. 1. He hasn't been to the room where Dean's located. Shimmering is a rather precise art. 2. He doesn't want to. He heard the whole "I'll rip you to shreds" bit before. Although he's pretty confident at being able to fight a human off, you never know. Better to be alive than shredded.]

I'm assuming people have told you by now. So yeah, welcome. You're stuck here till when the hell ever.

Yeah, thanks. Believe it or not, I've been in freakier situations. [ Not to mention hell itself. ] This doesn't seem at all bad. [ He's just been reunited with his brother, Sam, so he's feeling pretty good right now. ]

You been here long?

Who are you talking about? If I touched a hair on anyone's head, it's probably because they really needed it.

[ Oh man, a Winchester again. He seemed kind of important to Castiel, though, so even if hearing his voice wigs her out, she survived meeting him once. ~~Oh my God he asked Clark about alien abductions--~~ ]

You have been abducted, and it may be aliens, but when it comes to a debate over whether it's a different dimension or galaxy far, far away... Um, well, either way you're stuck for a little while.

[Ray's looking over his notes from the day - being out on the expedition with everyone else, and all - when he hears a familiar voice drifting out of his journal nearby]

Whoa! Hey! Dean! S'that you?

[thinking first while excited was never his strong suit]

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