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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
2009-03-21 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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