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Tweak says, "it's too late to apologize"

Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-31 07:05:00

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!dropped, day 17, dean winchester, location: barn, sam winchester, the doctor (ten)

Day 17, Afternoon
Who: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester and ~~The Doctor~~ John Smith
What: Tunnel Diving (Not that kind, Jack)
Where: The Barn
When: Day 17; About 3:30pm
Rating: Let's just say R
Status: Active.

Sam had made his way to the barn right after his conversation with the Doctor over the journals. The minute he stepped out of the museum he was able to hear the screaming broadcast from the theatre a short distance away. The sight of the monitor there made his blood run cold. Not only because of the atrocities being done to Gambit and L, or the sound of their screams, but the knowledge that Dean had been subjected to that kind of torture only days ago. The words, Our dear departed only worked to make his stomach sink lower and speed his steps up into a run to the barn.

He pushed the wooden doors open and opened his mouth to call out to the Doctor when his eye caught the black and white monitor on display. He moved towards it, his jaw hardening at the sight of Shannon and Ianto's panicked expressions. They were covering their mouths as they walked the small contained area and Sam could see a small trail of smoke or something moving into the room from the top. Beyond the cage lay a lifeless body on the ground.

His hands fisted at his sides as he watched them, recalling one of the people on the journals talk about being suffocated days ago. That wasn't happening again. Especially, not to Shannon. He was tired of playing along. They were going to find them and get them out. In the meantime, he could only hope Shannon still had her inhaler on her.

"Doctor!" He called out, unable to look away from the screen. "I'm here."

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hellsboy
2009-07-31 05:32 pm UTC (link)

Dean walked the long way around through the forest to get to the barn. He was almost out of earshot of the horrible screams coming from the monitors throughout the town. His face felt frozen, not cold but that strange tight-paper feeling after tears have dried. He'd sat in the Impala for hours after he'd discovered the monitor with Lexie on it. He wasn't sure how long he'd been there or how many times he'd shed tears without realizing it. It had taken him so long to even consider picking up the journal again and then there was Sam's note.

So here he was. Taking the long way, ignoring the branches and bushes that scraped his arms as he pushed through them. Somewhere inside him he knew he must look like a zombie and desperately wanted to snap out of it. There just wasn't a way to do it right now.

With a forceful snapping, crackling, Dean threw himself out of the edge of the forest and onto the road in front of the barn. He heard Sam call out to the Doctor and so he followed his brother inside. Instinctively, when he saw Sam's face, Dean knew there were more monitors in here. He wouldn't look. Couldn't.

"Sam."

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-31 06:31 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor hadn't been far, he just had some things he'd needed to do before he could make it to the barn. Namely, he knew they'd need torches. He'd went to the museum and salvaged four - it wasn't like there was anybody there to stop him. No Jack. No Shannon. No Ianto. No Nine and no Rose, either. It was the no Rose part that bothered him most. Where had she gone off to now? Still, the Doctor gritted his teeth. Unless he saw her on one of those monitors there was no need to worry, right? He had enough trouble keeping his head on straight with Sarah Jane, Shannon, and Gambit on them. Shaking his head he pushed away the thoughts of them. He couldn't think about that right now, there was work to be done.

He heard someone call his name and he moved a bit more quickly up the path. Seeing Dean emerge from the forest just ahead of him. He looked almost like a shell of himself. He looked broken. Well, the Doctor planned on doing something about that in short order.

"Hello!" He waved the torches. "Brought us some proper torches, we're going to need them." He walked past the brothers with a wide smile. Smiling, Doctor? In a time like this? Really? You bet you last dollar he was. The Doctor needed to be confident for everyone else, lest they fall to pieces.

He was already in the barn and he was pushing couches, moving them out of the way. Looking at the floor it would probably take them both a moment to see it; but with their expertise they'd see it there: a trap door. "I haven't told because I didn't want there to be panic. They're everywhere." That's right, boys, there were trapdoors everywhere and tunnels under your feet.

Still, he held out the torches with a smile.

"Allons-y?"

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demonboyking
2009-08-02 01:09 am UTC (link)

Sam looked up at the sound of his name, seeing Dean standing there. His eyes were red and his face pale and Sam thought it'd been a long while since he'd seen his brother look that rough. He nodded towards the screen in front of him, his arms crossed across his chest. "They've got Shannon and Ianto."

Sam looked up as the doctor approached, waving the torches. He thought he recognized them as the ones from the museum, or if not those exactly some that had been made to replicate them. The Doctor had said he thought they were behind held underground and considering the chamber that all of them had been held in the last time Sam had been held for an experiment it made sense.

The Doctor was moving too fast for Sam to really help with moving the furniture, not only that but it wasn't clear to him why the furniture needed to be moved until he saw the faint outline of the trap door in the floor. His eyes widened as he looked up at the doctor. "How long have you known about them?" He asked the Doctor. Had they always been there or were they just put in place after the Earthquake? Maybe Ianto had been right about them being placed in a new cage while they'd been drugged.

He didn't know if the producing of the trap door made him feel better or worse. On the one hand it helped the theory that their captors were maybe human after all. Humans could be beaten. They made mistakes. Sooner or later they'd slip up and the people at Vas would finally be able to strike back. On the other hand maybe the trap doors was just another piece of the Vas puzzle meant to keep them busy.

Sam stepped forward to take one of the torches and nodded. "Ready," he said, giving the monitor a final glance over his shoulder.

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hellsboy
2009-08-02 01:57 am UTC (link)

Dean couldn't -- wouldn't -- look at the monitor when Sam said they had Shannon and Ianto. If he saw one more person he cared about being tortured, he was going to snap and do something rash. He could feel a rage beginning to burn in the pit of his stomach. He balled his fists at his side but his voice was even and void of emotion when he spoke. "We'll get them back."

He reached out and touched Sam's shoulder then turned as the Doctor began his circuit of the room and the removal of furniture to reveal a trap door in the flooring. Dean's brows furrowed. Some tiny voice in the corner of his mind told him to make a quip about Dorothy and basements but he couldn't bring his mind to also form the words in his mouth so he simply walked toward the Doctor and the trap door.

"Hey, Doctor," he said by way of greeting the man he hadn't seen since his first day in this hell hole. "What's down there?" he asked because clearly the good Doctor knew more about this if he was leading them right down into it. Fragmented pieces of his memories settled into place as though he hadn't actually formed thoughts in a long time. His life before this crazy glass bubble. The excitement he should have felt at the prospect of exploring some dark, narrow place sure to be dangerous. And it really was sure to be dangerous if the Doctor thought those on the monitors were in rooms down here.

Hunching his shoulders almost as though he were a boxer getting ready to lift his gloves to block and dance around the ring, Dean nodded. "If they're down there then let's do it." And he tried to make himself believe there would be a happy ending to this.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-02 02:47 pm UTC (link)

The brothers Winchester seemed to be less phased than he'd expected. For Dean's part the Doctor attributed it to that glossy look on top of his eyes. For Sam's? The Doctor figured it was because Sam was just so much more trusting.

"Since the Earthquake. Closed up all the ones I could find." The stacked couches in the barn, a heavy sculpture in the museum, a bunch of shelves in the gas station; all shifted just so to pin shut the trap doors that lead down into those questionable tunnels beneath. Apparently, it hadn't worked to keep people safe because they still went missing just as before. Still, he'd tried. "Tunnels, they run all over the entire town."

Bending over the Doctor reached out and pulled up the trap door, a ladder leading down into the darkness. They wouldn't see too far, but they'd know there was a bottom. "Never managed to explore the whole thing, seemed more important they be closed." The Doctor stood back up again with a shrug. "If you can think of a better place to start this search, I'm all ears," No, Nine was all ears.

Before they could suggest something else the Doctor was already down the ladder and lighting his torch. They had to be down there, because if they weren't-- the Doctor didn't want to think about that possibility.

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demonboyking
2009-08-03 08:01 am UTC (link)

Maybe Sam shouldn't have taken as much comfort in Dean's words as he did, or the acknowledgment of the touch on his shoulder. Still, it made him feel a little bit better. Maybe Dean was just going through the motions at this point, but at least he remembered them.

Sam nodded when the Doctor said he'd closed up all the trap doors he could find. That made sense. That was smart. Sam would've helped if he'd known about it, but then again it seemed like the Doctor hadn't planned on counting him in on the plan until now. He wondered why that was, whether he didn't trust him or if he simply thought Sam didn't need to know. Either way, Sam was too preoccupied with thoughts about Shannon and the others to hold it against the Doctor. Besides, he hadn't exactly been doing his best to get out of the cage lately. Maybe the Doctor had picked up on that.

"It makes the most sense that they're down there," Sam said, following the Doctor down the ladder. He too lit his torch at the bottom and raised it in order to get a better look. "If this goes all throughout town it must be miles long. We're going to have t map it...afterwards."

"Have you seen any rooms like the one they put us in?" Sam asked, switching the torch to his other hand to look at the Doctor. "Or is it primarily tunnel?"

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hellsboy
2009-08-03 12:49 pm UTC (link)

Dean's brows furrowed more as the Doctor mentioned having blocked all the trap doors. There were more of them and he hadn't said a damned thing? What if there were doors the Doctor didn't know about? What if that was how they'd come in and taken Lexie and Shannon and all the others? Dean wanted to protest being left out of the loop but he just couldn't garner the energy and all he'd be doing is picking a fight with someone he trusted and respected a great deal.

Instead of saying anything more, Dean descended the ladder after Sam and stood with his eyes blinking in the flickering torchlight. He surveyed the tunnel as it tapered off into complete darkness beyond the reach of the meager light. It seemed non-descript and like any other catacomb or sewer he'd been in. Well, minus the sewage or rotting skeletal corpses. None of this felt new to him so there was no thrill of adventure creeping up his spine though he certainly felt a vengeful wrath continuing to build at the thought of Lexie being held down here somewhere, dying on monitors for the entire town to see. Who knew? Maybe they streamed this shit online and sold tickets for the entire world to see. Sick bastards.

"They room they put you in was down here?" Dean asked distractedly. He'd only been partially listening to Sam, inspecting a crate to the side that looked, from the disturbed dust on the floor, to have been moved recently. It was nothing in the grand scheme of things though. If they had come this way, a disturbed crate was just evidence of that and nothing more.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-03 01:44 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't just you boys he hadn't told. He hadn't told Jack. He had a feeling Jack wouldn't react quite as passively as the Winchesters did. No, something told him he had an earful coming to him; about how Jack would have helped or how they should have mapped them and how one of those tunnels might lead out of the bubble. The Doctor had a feeling if one of the tunnels lead out Jenny would have disappeared the first day she had arrived.

"I haven't really bothered much with exploring. I just wanted them shut," the Time Lord's voice was a bit less than apologetic there. Though, maybe it should have been. Maybe he should have told them all about it. Then they would have asked how he knew and he would have had to expose Jenny. Jenny whom the thought of made his blood boil. Why had he protected her?

The Doctor started walking down the long corridor until they came to where the corridors split. "Alright, split up or no?" The Doctor in his logical mind, wanted to split up. They could cover more ground that way. Though, there was no telling if there was anyone else down here with them. What if there was? Well, Dean and Sam seemed like they would be able to take care of themselves. The Doctor? Well, he was quite adept at running, actually. Running for his life. His mind was made up: divide and conquer; though, he left the Winchesters able to arrive at their own conclusions. He turned, waving his torch in the general direction of the tunnel. no end in sight. Miles and miles of tunnels.

"You've both got your journals, yeah?"

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demonboyking
2009-08-04 04:39 pm UTC (link)

Sam turned to look at Dean and nodded. "It was underground at least," he said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Makes sense it was down here somewhere."

He didn't miss the hardness in the Doctor's voice when he said that he had wanted them closed. He thought the other man sounded a little defensive, or maybe not that, but firm. A frown tugged at the corner of Sam's lips as he moved after the Doctor. How long would he have gone without telling anyone if the others hadn't been taken? Had Sam been wrong in trusting him so easily because he'd been looking for a way out? Underground tunnels didn't necessarily mean there was one, but it was more than what they'd had before.

"I think we should stick together," Sam said, glancing over at Dean and then back at the Doctor. "If we find Gambit and L, they're in no condition to get out on their own. Who knows what they're doing to the others." He took a deep breath. "Plus, I think we have a better fighting chance together."

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hellsboy
2009-08-04 06:17 pm UTC (link)

Dean was a little surprised that the Doctor wanted to split up. A thought that had been tugging at the back of his mind suddenly forced its way up to the surface. What if this was a trap. What if this wasn't the real Doctor but a clone sent by them to trap him and his brother down in these tunnels somehow. He'd just said he'd covered the other doors and they had come through possibly the only one open in the entire network. Now he wanted them to split up? So he could do what? Get back up the ladder and lock them down there? No thanks.

But that was only part of his thought process. What if the people on the monitors were clones? He wasn't going to voice his concern over the Doctor being one, considering that would be an invitation for possible violence if it were true. He wasn't going to put Sam in danger. He felt he should at least voice the rest of the thought though.

"Just a sec. What if the people on the monitors are clones they designed to fuck with our heads and everyone is safe, waiting to be returned at some point."

Though that didn't sound like a preferable scenario either now that he'd said it. What if the people that returned were the clones and the ones on the monitors had been real? They'd never know. Fuck. What if Dean himself was a clone? Would he even be able to tell?

Dean's mind swam then and he was glad he hadn't lit the torch he'd distractedly accepted earlier. It would have fallen out of his hand as the paranoia began to swell in a tide almost as overwhelming as the fear and tears had been earlier. He was going to drown soon. He had no business down here trying to help anyone, did he?

"Fuck," he whispered.

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fromgallifrey
2009-08-05 01:54 pm UTC (link)

Fighting chance? The Doctor had no intention of fighting anyone. He wanted to find his friends and get them out of those rooms. Then he wanted to build his modulator and get everyone back where they belonged. The Doctor knew better than to think he'd ever find the people responsible -- and what if he did? Then what was he going to do? What was he capable of? The Doctor didn't even know anymore, this place had so blurred his boundaries.

Dean spoke up and the Doctor gave pause. "Clones?" He was already walking. They were spending too much time talking while their friends were suffering. First door found, he pressed his ear to it, listening for noise behind: nothing. He tugged at the handle, he pushed and kicked at the door with a banging that ran down the tunnel behind him. If they didn't know they were coming, they did now.

"You really want to take that chance, Dean? Because what if they're not clones? What if they're our friends on those monitors? Then what?" The Doctor sounded accusatory as he gave up on that door and continued down the tunnel.

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demonboyking
2009-08-07 03:54 am UTC (link)

Sam's brow furrowed as he turned to look at Dean, the light from his torch illuminating Dean's. A small, thoughtful frown made it's way to his lips, but he didn't say anything. As absurd as it sounded, it could be possible. Actually, he hoped it was possible. He'd love for the images he'd seen on the screen to not be real. He'd love to think that they were just fillers, even willing to overlook the possibility that clones might in some capacity be people too, if it meant that it wasn't Shannon or his friends in danger.

The Doctor was moving on and Sam followed, only looking back at Dean again when he heard the whispered profanity. His look of confusion turned into one of worry as he regarded his brother. He wasn't looking that hot. "Dean?" Sam said, giving him a questioning look.

He turned back towards the Doctor as he started kicking at the door. His frown deepened. So much for sneaking up on whoever was down here. "It's possible," Sam said, his eyes flickering over to meet the Doctor's. "Clones wouldn't be a new trick. Plus Andy saw me and Shannon and Lexie die on screen last experiment day and all of us were fine. This could be a trap." He swallowed. "Still, it could be what it looks like. We've got to stop it if we can."

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hellsboy
2009-08-09 10:34 pm UTC (link)

Dean wasn't sure what to think anymore but he was fucking angry. That was the pervasive emotion at the moment. He felt it like a white hot fire in his gut that built and built with each moment he listened to his brother and the Doctor talk. He couldn't remember ever feeling this angry before in his life but it felt good and right. Like it was cleansing him, burning through all of the helplessness and impotence until he was nothing but a being of pure anger, ready to fight whatever came across his path.

He followed Sam and the Doctor, his fingernails biting the palms of his hands as his fists doubled. He shrugged his shoulders slightly when Sam turned toward him. He wasn't about to let his brother see the paranoia and anger that was creeping into every fiber of his being. He was a powder keg about to blow but he was going to keep it under wraps until he was near the bastards doing this to everyone.

"Yeah, I'm not as retarded as you'd like to think," he grumbled under his breath from behind the two ahead in the hall. Besides, he had to hold out hope that the girl on the screen had not been Lexie but a clone just like whatever Sam and Andy had seen. He had to hang on to that one shred of light at the end of the proverbial tunnel or he really would explode and not at the appropriate time.

Louder but still in a bit of a monotone, he said, "I wouldn't put it past them to set a trap like that for us. Especially considering there are so few people left up there to protect the others. Get us down here, kill us too."

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