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

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!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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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