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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
2009-08-04 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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