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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. ]
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. ]
Dictated
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. ]
Dictated
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.]