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Dean Winchester ([info]hellsboy) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-21 00:33:00

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Entry tags:!incomplete, day 01, dean winchester, location: gas station, the doctor (ten)

Day One
Who: Dean Winchester & The Doctor
What: Day One, waking up
When: Sometime during daylight hours, not sure because of the misty muck
Where: In the forest, nearest landmark: gas station/convenience store
Rating: TBA (language)
Status: Dropped

Dean woke with a start. He sat up too fast with a shout and nearly fell back down again as his mind fuzzed in and out dizzily. He wasn't sure at first what had happened. What had startled him awake. Then he noticed the ugly gray misty foggy mess that surrounded him. It was cold. His breath plumed out in a billow from his mouth when he gasped and rubbed his temples. The last thing he could remember was lying down to sleep on the hotel bed. Hadn't even bothered to take of his boots or his jacket. Just went to sleep staring up at the ceiling as the Johnnie Walker Blue Label sloshed nauseatingly on the nightsand in time to the rocking of a train passing too closely.

Groaning, Dean looked around. "Definitely too much to drink last night," he grumbled. It wasn't the first time he'd woken up in a strange place, but it was the first time it'd been out in the forest in the middle of nowhere. Patting his pockets, he felt for his gun. Lola should've been right there beside him but his sawed off double barelled shotgun was nowhere. What the hell was going on? He could not have wandered here while sleeping. No chance. Something wasn't right and he was pretty sure there was a demon behind it.

Unsteadily he got to his feet and turned a circle, looking around to get his bearings. "Hello? What the hell is going on?!" he shouted into the tree tops. Turning again, he noticed that he wasn't alone. Someone else was there in the forest with him. "Hey, buddy. I don't know what game you're playing but you better prepare yourself for a good asskicking."


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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-20 11:41 pm UTC (link)
The sound of the TARDIS' cloister bells continued to ring in his ears as his eyes were invaded with a light from nowhere. He'd just stepped out of the TARDIS - or rather, he thought he'd just stepped out of the TARDIS. He was about to step onto earth again with Donna and figure out what exactly was tripping the 'end of the universe' alarm on his quaint time-and-space traveling machine.

However, the Doctor realized with much (albeit odd) amusement that he was not walking. In fact, he wasn't even standing. He certainly wasn't walking into a suburb of Chissick and his rear end felt a wee bit damp. Pushing himself up from the ground he realized that he'd been sitting for a while on a rather damp bit of soil, propped up against a tree. Squinting and running his fingers back through his hair he tried to get his bearings.

He heard a man's voice, though the Doctor found himself not quite listening as he realized his pockets felt awfully light. "Errr..." He started, suddenly feeling compelled to check all his pockets. "Oh, now this isn't funny," he started turning around in a little circle. "This really isn't a good time..." He said, looking around for where he could have dropped his Sonic Screwdriver or misplaced the TARDIS. Or Donna.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-20 11:54 pm UTC (link)
The man appeared to be ignoring him. Of all the nerve. Well he wasn't going to put up with it. The dude had done something to knock him out and bring him here against his will and he was damn well going to find out why. His eyes narrowed as he watched the guy patting his own pockets. He wondered if that was a ploy to get Dean to underestimate him. Either way, this wasn't going to be pretty.

With grim determination, Dean marched up to the other guy. Pointing his finger, he growled, "You'd better tell me who you are and just what you think you're doing, buddy. I don't appreciate being scooby-dooed and dragged off." And, he added mentally, if I had my gun you'd be in serious trouble right now.

But the guy seemed to be less evil beasty or demon and more absentminded professor the way he was mumbling and looking around like he'd just lost something. Dean snorted and folded his arms across his chest. "What's the matter? Did you lose your remote control, Homer?"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-21 12:05 am UTC (link)
He was just starting to mentally inventory if he had in fact put the screwdriver into his pocket or if he could have left it rather hastily on the main control console of the TARDIS when the man appeared in his line of sight waggling his finger like an accusatory old woman.

"What makes you think I had anything to do with it?" He said rather pointedly to the man's accusation. He wasn't about to start following the logic train the made this guy thing that the first person he saw was in on whatever was going on here.

"Very funny," he said quite absently to the man. "Where are we, anyway?" He thought for a moment of asking when he was as well, but that seemed a bit outlandish to be asking the nervous man.

"This is really odd," he said, scratching his head again with an odd sort of scrunch to his nose. "Can't say I'm used to stepping out of one place and waking up in another..." Well, actually he was - but, he was usually in control of where the new places were.

"You haven't seen a blue telephone booth, a screwdriver, or a ginger-headed woman running about have you?" He was just with Donna, she had to be around here somewhere. Stepping around the man he nearly tripped over a rather large rock. "Eh-Right... How about a cell phone? Have you got one of those?"

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-21 12:18 am UTC (link)
"Ginger-headed? Uh no, I haven't seen any women. I haven't seen anyone here but you. And if you have nothing to do with us being here, then I think we're pretty screwed." He'd spoken to enough innocents and demons alike to trust his instincts that this guy was not the latter. Of course, he couldn't help the fact that his first inclination was to accuse. It was in his nature to be suspicious of everything and everyone. It kept him alive.

"Sorry, dude. My cell phone was in the glove compartment of my car. Which is apparently not here." He twisted in a half circle with his arm out, indicating the dense forest around them. "And I think they stopped making phone booths in the 1970s. I really doubt they'd put one in the woods."

He shoved his hands into his pockets to get them from the cold of the mist. His fingers met with some resistance and he realized something had been stuffed into the sizable pocket. Pulling it out he frowned at the strange insignia on the pack, flipping open the top he saw that someone had left him a handy dandy survival pack full of crap. Except for the bottle of water, the tube socks and matches were soaked and the box of tic tacs was useless. "Swell," he grumbled.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-21 11:43 am UTC (link)
The Doctor had somehow forgotten for a moment that he was talking to an American. Sure, the TARDIS translated languages; but, dialects were usually neglected. "You know, red headed," he said looking back where he'd been sitting and seeing a pouch similar to the one Dean had just extracted from his pocket.

Taking up the pouch he opened it taking stock of it's contents. "Well, that's thoughtful," he remarked, putting the sling over his shoulder.
"Like a little welcome to the wilderness package," he said with a smile, at least whoever had dropped them off had been kind enough to think that they might need some... things.

Taking a deep breath he turned and started off in an apparently random direction. He could taste gasoline and oil in the air - two sure fire signs of civilization. Pausing for a moment he looked back at the pouting man. "You coming?"

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-21 06:15 pm UTC (link)
"Sorry, dude. I haven't seen any women. Red headed or otherwise. Thought that might have been nice." He grinned for a moment then shook his head.

Dean raised his brows at the guy. "Thoughtful? A map and a compass and a philly cheesesteak would've been thoughtful. This is just insulting," he grumbled, stuffing the pack back into his pocket and shifting his weight from foot to foot in agitation. The vibe he was getting from this whole thing was not a good one. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop. And this guy didn't seem the least concerned which meant he'd be a very easy target. Dean decided to stick close to him, keep him out of trouble.

His brows lowered into a crease as the man began walking off. He trotted easily up to match the other man's stride. Knowing better than to touch the guy, but wanting to grab his arm, he simply said, "Hey just wait a minute. You can't go wandering off willy-nilly, dude. You have no idea what's going on here and I wouldn't be surprised if we're being watched right now."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-21 06:57 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor wasn't surprised when the stranger just kinda sidled up next to him and warned him about wandering off. It also didn't surprise him given what he'd observed so far that he'd be all worried about being watched.

"Of course we're being watched," he said, stopping for a moment to face him. "But, it won't do us any good to just stand here and ask them to come out," he took a deep breath and looked back in the direction he'd been heading.

Taking up his path again he started off a bit more slowly. He couldn't really tell the other guy he could taste the gasoline from an out of sight source - firstly because it was more explaining then he was really ever comfortable with; secondly because the man wouldn't believe him and start assuming he had something to do with all this.

"I'm the Doctor, by the way," he said, knowing it would only lead to more questions; but, hoping it would at least change the subject for the time being.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-21 07:20 pm UTC (link)
"Alright, dude. You may have a point." The guy talked like maybe he'd been in situations like this before. Hearing him say that it wouldn't do any good to ask whoever was responsible for this whole mess to come out was not at all something Dean had expected to hear. He'd expected something like, "Don't be paranoid," or "Whatever, I'm out of here." That would be the sign of someone inexperienced and headstrong enough to believe that there was really no threat.

His respect for the man went up a few notches. If the dude had been through this sort of thing before, Dean wouldn't have to mother hen. They could strategize. That would be very helpful. So he was on board for the moment. But the first sign that this guy was a kook, he was taking the wheel.

"Dean Winchester," he answered, continuing along with the man. He eyed the ground off and on as the went mud sucked at his boots with each step. Last thing he wanted was to end up face first in the muck. "So you're the doctor here? Who did you piss off to end up stuck in the woods with me?" Dean asked.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-21 07:34 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor knew he had a point. It wasn't like they were dealing with the Sontarans who had this thing for facing their enemy at all times. No, this was going to be a rather strange situation; though, he liked a challenge.

The muck was thick around his converse sneakers and with each step he could swear that the mud was actually seeping through the canvas. "These are my favorite pair of trainers," he muttered.

"Dean," He said with warmth and appreciation that he had whenever he met someone new and interesting. "The doctor here? No, I'm just the Doctor," the ground actually burped beneath him as he pulled his sneaker out of a particularly marsh-like spot.

"Well, I doubt I actually made anyone upset myself. Once I wound up on a Reality show out of plain chance. Wonder if this has anything to do with that," he said, scrunching his nose and looking about for video cameras, "This wouldn't be anything like Big Brother, would it?"

Pausing a second he squinted off into the post-rain fog. "You see that?" He squinted, pointing in the direction of what looked almost like a structure just ahead.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-21 08:01 pm UTC (link)
Dean glanced down at the Doctor's shoes as they were mentioned and chuffed back a chuckle under his breath. He wouldn't be in sneakers in this mess for anything. He was grateful for his boots. Albeit they were covered in mud but his feet were dry and his boots would be fine after they were washed.

"Ok Just The Doctor," he said with a tone of amusement. If the guy wasn't interested in giving his real name that was fine with Dean. He'd had people introduce themselves as stupider things. The guy who said his name was Froggie had been a real character. "Well I don't watch much reality tv. Girls Next Door is as close as I get. Heff is the man. But uh this could be like Big Brother I guess. Survivor maybe by the looks of this forest."

He smirked at the slapping of their footwear in the mud and shook his head to loose some of the mistish rain from his hair. His face was slick with moisture and he wished the tube socks in his pack were dry so he could at least wipe away some of it. He was starting to feel icky but that thought went out of his head when the Doctor stopped. He squinted too, looking in the direction the other man indicated.

"Yeah, looks like a building or something. Think it's the headquarters of the evil mastermind?" he asked with a slight laugh at his own sarcasm. "Is that where you're thinking of going now?"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-21 09:30 pm UTC (link)
Why was it that so far he hadn't been surprised by Dean? He reacted pretty much like the Doctor had expected him to - even the mockery. Some people questioned when he told them others just went with it, while Dean here decided to go the route of not so subtle teasing. Not that it really phased the Doctor, wasn't the first snarky remark and certainly not the last.

"I think it's a gas station," The gallifreyan remarked smoothly as he started moving again the world smelling like rust now in addition to the gas and oil.

"It's better than standing out in the rain," he said, looking up at the clouds that seemed like they were only going to grow darker the longer the pair of them hung out in the forest. "Maybe even have a sink to clean off our shoes, eh?"

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-21 09:39 pm UTC (link)
Dean looked incredulously at the Doctor and scratched his head. In a tone as dubious as his expression he asked, "So you're going to just march right in to a building in the middle of some sort of bizarre situation, not knowing who could be in there, not knowing if the jerks who dropped us off in the wilderness with a pack of tic tacs, because there might be a sink to clean off your shoes?"

He shook his head and looked back out toward the gas station or whatever the building was. The more he looked at it the more he thought it was a bad idea to leave the cover of the trees to walk right into a building which just happened to be nearby. For all they knew that was exactly what someone was waiting for them to do and then they'd most likely be in a huge pile of shit.

"Dude, maybe we can think about this a little more and figure out a plan or something to find out if it's even safe. I don't know about you but I kind of like being alive."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-21 09:55 pm UTC (link)
"You come from some place where you get into a lot of trouble, don't you?" While the phrase came out a question it was more sort of an observation. His hair now flat to his head the Doctor had absolutely no business pretending to try and tame it, yet he still pushed it backward in an attempt to collect his thoughts.

"Listen, I think we both agree we're most likely being watched. Does it make much sense they'd give us a survival kit and then post themselves out in the nearest place looking to harm us? That doesn't make much sense at all. Someone has gone to a lot of trouble bringing me here, and I bet you can say the same," insert mandatory pause to breathe here. "So, I think it's a safe bet that they wouldn't have gone to this trouble if they were looking to kill us."

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-21 10:10 pm UTC (link)
"Get into trouble? No. I hunt for the trouble and take it down. I'm guessing you either have a death wish or haven't been through enough in your life to realize when you're probably in danger." Dean shook his head again, this time with mild annoyance at the implication, at least in his mind, that he was some sort of hoodlum. And sure he'd had his run-ins with the law but what he did was for the good of everyone in the world.

A lot of trouble bringing him there? That made Dean wonder just who exactly the Doctor was. But then again, maybe the guy had delusions of grandeur. Though he had been right. It would usually take quite a bit of trouble to bring Dean here except he'd been completely off guard, being a huge pussy over a girl too stupid to realize the truth when he told it to her.

"You've never met the sadistic bastards who hunt people for sport then have you? They could be behind us or they could be in that building or they could be in a helicopter just over that stand of trees about to blow our heads off." He sighed because he could see it from the Doctor's perspective too but he was just too pessimistic to believe that they'd be allowed anywhere near safe shelter. It felt like a trap to him. "Look, I'm not trying to argue for the sake of arguing here. But I don't get how you can be so trusting of our safety when you have no idea what's really going on."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-21 10:29 pm UTC (link)
'You haven't been through enough in your life to realize when you're probably in danger,' was all he heard that made him really stop his brain from tinkering and turn his attention with rather stone faced seriousness to stare rather harshly at Dean. The Time Lord couldn't help it as his temper flared a bit. He wasn't used to being challenged. Not used to it one bit. Had the situation been different, say he was traveling with Dean he might have been able to take it in stride. As it was, he was stuck in the woods with a paranoid man who just said that he 'takes trouble down.' The Doctor, for all his patience, didn't much care for the sound of that.

"I've looked into the very heart of genocide. I've seen species wiped from the map of the cosmos. I've watched as people were herded like chattel and slaughtered. Don't presume I don't know the darkness of the human condition - it is the one thing that makes Humanity so uniquely dangerous," he paused to look back at the gas station. "That gas station is all we have besides forest. I simply cannot believe that someone would exhaust so much energy just for blood sport."

"You can stay in the rain if you like," he said, shifting soggy clothes and again continuing on his path.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-21 10:40 pm UTC (link)
Nonplussed by the Doctor's speech and the steely look in his eyes, Dean's jaw kind of fell open for a moment. Then he recovered enough to close his expression as well as his mouth. "Now that's a new one. What are you, some kind of errant god? Or I don't know, djinn?" Those were the only references that he could pull from his own repertoire. His tone was respectful because something in the tone of voice the other man had used rang true in his ears. The explanation was succinct without the wordy overly dramatic nonsense someone who was unhinged would have used.

The entire situation was beyond Dean's control which was bad enough as it was because he felt like he needed to protect and fight. That was what he'd been trained to do. What was worse now was that he fully believed this man was not exactly a man. At least not a human anyway. When he'd gotten the Doctor's entire focus he had felt the gravity of what the Doctor had been through. And if Dean wasn't being taken in, and he didn't think he was, the guy had survived far worse than waking up in the woods near a gas station. Which probably meant this was far worse than waking up in the woods near a gas station.

"Shit," he whispered. Then, "Alright. Lead on, Doctor," he said quietly, almost under his breath.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-21 10:51 pm UTC (link)
"I'm just the Doctor," he said quietly, the metallic tinge to the air made him feel like he'd been dropped into the middle of an industrial zone.

The world sloshed by beneath his heavy feet in silence punctuated only by the noise of the mud beneath their feet. He'd let his temper get the best of him, and for what? To put Dean in his place, that just wasn't right. Stepping foot onto the pavement cement of the station's lot. The pumps looked long out of service and it was fairly clear that this place hadn't been maintained in a very long time.

The world, it seemed had opened up a bit, the gas station wasn't the only building within eyeshot and it was hard for the Doctor not to want to explore those as well.

"Would you look at that, a whole town..." He said this quietly, looking over his shoulder at Dean. For a moment the thought of an apology went fleetingly through his mind. What would he say, 'Sorry there, Dean, didn't mean to snap like that,' or 'Oh, sometimes my 900 year old brain just gets the best of me,' it all sounded silly, even to the Doctor.

"First things first, hm?"

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-21 10:59 pm UTC (link)
Just the Doctor again. Except this time that didn't sound funny to Dean. It sounded ominous. Just who was he with here? The guy obviously wanted to maintain some anonymity which was actually fine with Dean. Sometimes you didn't need to know everything because everything might be horrifying. It took a lot to horrify Dean but he couldn't get the Doctor's expression as he talked about genocide from his mind. The dude had seen things that would horrify Dean, that was for certain.

The gas station turned out to be sort of retro and very run down. He didn't miss the fact that there were other buildings. A whole town, as the Doctor put it. That made Dean's skin crawl. Who had an entire town to plunk two people down into and why?

"One thing at a time, dude," was all he said and in the same quietly, respectful tone. He walked up to one of the windows of the station and wiped a clean smudge into the grime to peer inside. There was some sort of convenience store in there. He couldn't be sure but it looked like there was food and other stuff in there. Again he thought it had to be a trap but he was way out of his element here. He glanced to the Doctor. "I think there's food and water and stuff in here."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-21 11:08 pm UTC (link)
Following Dean up to the window he looked in past the dirt and tried to make out the interior. It was a store, and it looked to be little more than just the room. Sure, it looked like there was a loo and a back office; but, it wasn't like the place was extremely substantial.

This place was starting to give him the willies - and that didn't happen very often. Even the little hairs were standing up on the back of his neck, and that fact he blamed partially on Dean's inherent paranoia rubbing off on him.

"Well, we came all this way," he said, looking to the door and then back to the woods. It was nice not to be standing in the middle of a mud puddle finally. There was something fiery about Dean, and he didn't want that to be quashed - it certainly made him a bit more interesting.

Walking up to the door he tugged at it and the hinges worked with a squeal. So much for being careful. The noise made the Doctor wince a bit, the edginess only starting to feel worse as he popped his head inside.

"Hello there," he said fondly, stepping inside to greet a raccoon who'd blink at him and then scurry out a hole in the crumbling wall. "Seems safe enough for the raccoon," he said to Dean, holding the door open behind him as he tried to take stock of the rather rancid smelling room.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-21 11:54 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah but I'm guessing they wouldn't shoot a raccoon if they could have a human," Dean said with a slight smile. He was half joking at this point because it seemed now that his first impression of the gas station being a trap with evil beings waiting with guns or athames raised had been silly. He didn't trust easily but he felt himself beginning to think maybe the Doctor's instincts were a bit sharper than his own. That bruised his ego slightly but not enough to make him reject the other man's logic. It was pretty sound so far.

Walking in behind the Doctor, Dean looked around the tiny room. The paint was peeling on the walls and there was a racy biker babe calendar on the wall above the till. There was no hum of electricity from the coolers against the wall and the clock on the wall was still.

He walked over to the coolers and then glanced over at the other man. "Beer and soda. Either they want us drunk or hyper. I think I'll stick to water, what about you?" As nice as it would have been to have a beer, this was neither the time nor place to stop and have one as far as he was concerned. But the fact that someone had thought it fit to give them beverage choices sort of made Dean think they were supposed to be here for a while. He did not like that thought and he wondered if the Doctor would draw the same conclusion.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-22 12:17 am UTC (link)
The Doctor didn't respond to Dean's comment. It was clear that he was used to dealing with some very nasty things that didn't cut to the chase as quickly as the Dalek's or Cybermen.

He was looking over the empty shelves, wondering just what happened to all the stock - did someone take off with it? Had it just been depleted and left to rot?

Hearing Dean near the cooler he looked up over a former chip stand. "Beer amd soda?" he questioned. "Water's fine," he said, not one for alcohol, and generally not too big a fan of the fizzy drinks. "They've certainly gone to a lot of trouble, haven't they?" The Doctor asked, taking up an old newspaper and starting to wipe the mud from his shoes.

"What do you do when you're not wandering around in the woods and gas stations?"

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-22 12:40 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, they really have gone to a lot of trouble here," Dean answered solemnly. He was noticing the candy on a shelf near the front of the store. Four of everything it looked like. That was careful planning. It was really not good either. You didn't plan something like this for a couple hours good time. This was more long term. This was... he didn't want to think about that anymore.

He watched the Doctor wipe his sneakers for a moment, noticing the muddy trail of footprints they'd both left on the floor. A few minutes before he would have been angry with himself for leaving such a simple trail leading right to himself. Now it didn't seem to matter.

"I hunt," he answered and turned back to the cooler to pull out two bottles of water. He already had one in his pack and so did the Doctor but it didn't hurt to have another just in case. He mused about whether or not to explain further for a moment before shutting the door again. "I find demons, ghosts and monsters that terrorize innocent people and I get rid of them."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-22 01:05 am UTC (link)
First the drinks, then the candy. All they needed to find were a couple of sleeping bags and the Doctor would be more thoroughly convinced that this place was entirely a prison.

"Demons and things? Does that mean you're pretty well acquainted with Latin?" He asked this because while he recognized the phrase as Latin, the translation was evading him for the moment. In his hearts, the Doctor knew there was a clue there.

"It sounds like you do a lot of good," he said genuinely.

Giving in he took off his shoes, the trainers feeling far too heavy. The mud was caked thoroughly and he had no choice but to clean them off with the newspaper. "My favorite pair," he said sort of grimly.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-22 01:13 am UTC (link)
Dean walked to the Doctor and set the bottle of water he'd taken from the coolor for him in the newspaper stand so that he could wander around and look at this place a little more. It was feeling more and more claustrophobic the more planning he could see. And in his mind he kept thinking this is not good, this is not so very not good.

"Demons and things," Dean affirmed, nodding his head as he leaned over the front counter to look past the till at anything that might be behind. He glanced over his shoulder at the Doctor and answered, "I've had to use latin some to get rid of things but it was usually written down and not translated. I'm guessing you asked because of the logo on our packs. Vas Captio. I've seen captio in incantations before. I think it means captive or capture or something like that." Which was a guess since the words looked similar.

"Sorry about your shoes, man. Maybe whoever they are that brought us here left you a new pair somewhere..."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-22 10:08 pm UTC (link)
"I don't do cages well," he said growing more and more annoyed with the soaking his beloved red chucks had endured. Pulling off his trench coat he draped it over a nearby counter, hoping to perhaps dry off a bit.

"So, we have food, shelter, water, and I'll bet plenty of walls and surveillance," he mumbled, hopping up onto the counter to take a seat next to his coat.

There was no electricity, and probably nothing to actually use the gasoline in the tanks for. Taking a moment he opened up that little survival packet of his. "Tube socks and tic tacs, great combination," he mused a bit bitterly.

"You don't have anything on you, do you? They took everything I had on me..." He was thinking of course of his screwdriver, psychic paper, and plethora of hodge-podge items that usually resided in his pockets. Deeper on the inside than they appeared, the people who had abducted him must have needed an entire warehouse to put it all in.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-22 10:56 pm UTC (link)
Dean didn't do cages well either so he could commiserate with the Doctor's agitation. It seemed though, having seen that there was an entire town, that there were no traps here. No, they were in the trap already. The rust-guilded cage. And if there was anyone waiting to ambush them anywhere it would be wherever the perimeter of this place lay. Enforcing the captivity.

"No, they got everything from my pockets. I'm surprised they didn't take my necklace or ring, my pockets are so emtpy. Did you have something important - er sentimental?"

With the way the guy was on about his sneakers, Dean didn't think it could be too far off base to think he might be dangerous if something really important had been taken. He could just imagine this guy on a mission, mad as hell, charging in and taking down bad guys with his bare hands. The idea made him chuckle under his breath though and he turned in a circle to look at the walls of the station to avoid being seen.

"Looks like no one's been here since the month of May in good old 1956. Either that or they enjoy retro babes."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-23 12:17 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor couldn't help but feel more and more edgy. The people had both cleaned out his pockets, plunked him down in the middle of nowhere, and saddled him up with someone who seemed to be a bit more... active.

"Sentimental?" The Timelord let the notion run through his head. He didn't really have much he kept around out of sentiment aside from his screwdriver. "Well, there were a few things," he said allowing his mind to continue through the list of things in his pockets including the screwdriver, psychic paper, his watch, TARDIS key. "Oh, no...." He said rather annoyedly. "Ohhhh, no," his hand reflexively went to his forehead. "Of all the things in the universe they could have..."

The Time Lord's mind started working overtime. Even if these people could get to the TARDIS it's not like they could operate it. Sure, they could try and cannibalize it, or maybe even sell it off to a bidder. But, what were the odds that they even knew what they had? They had to know something, they'd taken him, afterall.

"This is not good," hopping down off the counter he pulled on his shoes feeling heavy and damp. "As much as I'd like to play this little game they have here, there are much more important things in the universe to worry about," looking back at the door they'd just come in from he couldn't help but sigh.

"Want to see just how far that forest goes?"

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-24 09:02 am UTC (link)
Dean raised his brows, turning to look at the Doctor with a bit of surprise. It had bugged him that he had nothing in his pockets but the stupid survival kit when he woke up. Well, to be honest it had pissed him the hell off, but he'd gotten past it. He'd been in bad situations without benefit of a weapon or plan before. It wasn't his favorite thing in the world but it wasn't the worst.

The Doctor didn't seem to be taking it as well. And now he knew he had been right about him. This guy was going to go supernova in a minute. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be around to see that or if it would mean they had a good chance of getting out of this crazy place with their sanity in tact.

"How far the forest goes? Hell yeah, I'm game for that!" Whether it meant being there to protect or fight beside the Doctor, Dean was up for the challenge. He was pretty sure that if they found the perimeter of the forest, they would find at least some person or thing that could give them a clue as to what was happening. This whole thing couldn't have been set up with no idea in mind for keeping them in the town.

"But uh shouldn't we find something to arm ourselves with. You know, in case whoever is running this freak show has a plan for keeping us away from the edge of their control?"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-03-24 10:16 am UTC (link)
The Doctor knew fully that the TARDIS would not operate if he was dead. There was a certain amount of solace to be found in the fact that if whomever had abducted him wanted the TARDIS they couldn’t kill him for it. Pulling on his jacket he couldn’t help but feel that it was simultaneously heavy and cold as the rain had soaked deep into the fabric. There wasn’t any time to waste with drying or cleaning, he was just going back out into the muck anyway.
He smiled a bit at Dean’s initial enthusiasm. It was nice to see that he was unphased by the grime and weather; thinking of Donna a moment he was quite certain he’d be subject of one of her rather scathing looks about now. It was kind of refreshing, really, to be in Dean’s company. Maybe his next companion ought to be someone with a little bit more open-mindedness for adventure and the dirt that it commonly brings.
‘But, uh shouldn’t we find something to arm ourselves with?’ was as far as the Doctor listened before shaking his head dismissively. “Eh, that’ll only get in the way,” he’d faced off with worse nasties than whatever was out in the middle of the forest and he’d done so with just his sonic screwdriver or just a panpipe, or less.
Re-attired the Doctor was pushing out the door again, into the fine mist and following his own footprints in the mud back to where they had started.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-13 02:36 pm UTC (link)
Dean glanced at the Doctor to see if the guy was serious. "Get in the way? I've been on a lot of missions like this where not being armed got very much in the way of living. I think I'd feel safer with something to defend myself. Us. Or whatever, dude."

He could just see them running up against some version of hell's angels and all they could do is stand there with sheepish smiles on their faces as they were taken down. Something was going on here that was bigger than Dean had ever faced before and that meant whoever was holding them could inflict some serious damage if they tried to escape.

But the guy was on the move and Dean followed him out the door, flinging it shut with a frustrated shudder against the frame behind him. He trotted a few steps to catch up with the other man and tried to catch his attention.

"Look, I'm all for finding the perimeter of this place and maybe a way out but I seriously think we need to have a plan or something before we go tilting at windmills!"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-04-13 04:49 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor had hardly bothered to listen to Dean's rambling about needing weapons for defense. He'd been around for nine hundred and many years and as of yet he'd hardly managed to find a situation where he just had to shoot something, or bang something, or hurt something. Well, so long as you don't count the time war anyway. This certainly was not the time war.

The forest floor was becoming increasingly sloppy beneath his trainers. It was cumbersome to move slowly, let alone fathom moving too quickly. The wind was picking up, making the trees sway a little - and it seemed to the Doctor that when he looked around he was being treated to a rather unique spectacle. "See that," he mumbled to himself, "The trees, the wind pattern..." He was noticing that while the wind seemed to be blowing in just one direction from their vantage point on the forest floor - if one looked up it was much more cyclonic - like water in a drain that got steeper as it went up.

Dean was persistent, the Doctor could appreciate that to a certain level. "Alright, what sort of plan do you have in mind? Can't say I'm all for banging people on the heads or anything, though." His hands shoved deep into his pockets where the lining was still dry. It'd stay dry in there even if he were submerged in water, he imagined. He really loved his pockets.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-13 09:48 pm UTC (link)
He was all but being ignored and Dean was getting the idea that while he took the Doctor very seriously, the respect was not mutual. Which was a little annoying in this sort of situation when, from experience, Dean knew it was necessary to trust and be trusted in order to survive. He couldn't quite wrap his mind around how this man had looked into the heart of darkness or seen genocide from a vantage point of such safety that he hadn't needed any kind of weapons for protection and yet he'd been as deeply affected as Dean had picked up on in his tone when he spoke of it.

"Trees and wind?" Dean muttered under his breath and only glanced briefly upward. In the many years he'd been hunting, it was very rare that the trees or wind had much to do with whatever he was after. He wasn't about to discard the possibility that they were important but he was more focused on the fact that they were heading into uncharted territory unarmed and one of them seemed to be cycling between near-explosive anger (or was it just determination?) and childlike awe at an alarming rate.

"Listen, I'm not talking about going in guns blazing and banging people on the head. I'm just talking about having something to defend ourselves with in case someone wants to bang us on the head. I'm guessing they want us alive in here so we don't need a lot of muscle but we can't just go empty-handed into the forest either. Or do you have some sort of magic powers that will keep us safe all on their own?"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-04-14 05:31 pm UTC (link)
Dean hadn't seemed to care about the wind. It was the scientist in the Doctor that obliged him to notice such things. Usually wind would come from a particular direction and then whip the treetops straight on. Instead, the wind seemed to be swirling above their heads - as if something impeded it's most direct movement.

"I'd imagine that before you got here you had an arsenal of weapons at your disposal, yes? It doesn't seem like they helped keep you from winding up here in the first place, yes?" The Doctor, of course, was implying that Dean probably had a gun or a knife or something on his immediate person before he wound up here; yet still here he was. "These people are stealthy, and perhaps armed with something more powerful than a gun or a tree branch."

The Doctor had long ago stopped moving, the rain falling thick on his brow as he squinted at his would be companion. Surveying him, the Doctor noticed that Dean seemed to be quite uncomfortable with just jumping in to the whole situation. The Time Lord was accustomed to just following his own compass and trusting his gut and his wit to get him through a given situation; perhaps Dean just wasn't used to that sort of thing. Though, Dean didn't strike him much the office type.

Looking away for an instant the Doctor squinted and tilted his head. "Do you see that?" A couple of hard blinks and the Doctor was quickly walking toward what appeared to be sparkles in the forest air. A few steps away the Doctor stopped short. "A glass wall..." He muttered, reaching out to touch the glass. The swirling wind made sense now.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-04-16 09:53 pm UTC (link)
Dean shrugged and made a face. "I don't know if I'd call it an arsenal..." he began and then conceded, "Okay, yeah it was an arsenal. In my line of work you gotta be armed most of the time or you get eaten or dragged into some pit leading to hell or whatever. Why do I get the impression that you don't live in the same world I do? You don't get your hands dirty very often, do you?"

He sidestepped the Doctor and hopped over a tree root that had grown up out of the ground in a loop. He was wet from the rain and a little more than annoyed by the situation he had been thrown into by whoever it was that was orchestrating all of this. He was used to running the show and getting things done. With the Doctor refusing to take it seriously that they could be in danger enough to need something to defend themselves with, he was rendered ineffectual which sucked big time. He was restless and felt like a sitting duck. Two very bad things in combination for a Winchester.

Then the Doctor was on the move again and Dean rolled his eyes, huffing a sigh into the air in a billow of mist. "A glass wall?" he asked incredulously but he followed the Doctor, stopping closer to the barrier. With one hand he reached out his fingers toward the almost invisible wall. If it weren't for the rain drizzling down the glass he might not have seen it at all. Before he touched the glass though, he let his hand drop to his side. "This is crazy. Who's messed up mind came up with this and what is the point? Friends of yours, Doctor?"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-04-19 07:02 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor, for all he was worth, didn't quickly respond to Deans confirmation of being a man of weaponry. It was something that he'd tried to become numb to - persons who depended so heavily on steel and fire to defend themselves. In the Doctor's experience of late, all it really might take are a few well placed words and perhaps a banana.

"My hands are always wrapped up in something," he said off handedly, still marvelling at the wall. It couldn't truly be glass - there was no frequency coming off of it as the wind pounded against it and when the Doctor placed his palm to it, he found it to feel incorrect. "I'd say we could try banging on it; but this isn't glass; well, not in the traditional sense." His mind was reeling with the idea of chemically engineered super glass - with molecules bound up in silicon and titanium. He'd seen prison cells made of them on Prados; stacked like icecubes that never melted, their occupants subject to the humiliation of never having privacy again.

"Friends of mine don't bother with prisons, Dean," he mumbled a bit, still trying to remember the frequency for shattering superglass. He should have known better then to become so dependent on his screwdriver for such things.

"We need to find something, something to generate an ultrasonic pulse," he muttered to himself scratching at his head, "If only I could remember the frequency, my brain is all full and jumbled and scattered. I'm old and thick, you know that?" He asked the wind as it howled by and the rain as it pattered on the backs of his hands.

"Thick, absolutely thick," he scrunched his eyes and pursed his lips, staring at the glass trying to remember. "I don't even know for certain what sort of glass this is..."

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