Dean Winchester (the_new_low) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-05-27 12:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dean winchester, character: emma swan, character: lisa braeden |
Who: Dean, Lisa, and Emma
What: Running from ghosts
Where: The Station
When: Tuesday morning
Warnings: Violence, Language, evil spirits
Status: Complete
As if the morning before wasn't completely and unexpectedly horrific, this morning had Dean actively praying that this was all just a dream, so the only thing he had to deal with when he woke up was a Knight of Hell. That was, at least, something familiar. Dean wasn't usually one to jump out of his skin, but there was something about this place that put him on edge. Something in the atmosphere, the townspeople, the buildings, the ghosts. Even they were different here, not as tangible, harder to see, impossible to aim at.
It was like everything around them was made to terrify you, and the effect wasn't lost on the veteran Hunter.
And now, they were - no, Lisa was being chased down by the maniacal spirit that had just had a hayday redecorating her apartment. Violently. Dean had been along for the ride since the thing woke him up that morning, and he was already reaching his mental limit. Tossing the near empty salt shaker he'd swiped over his shoulder at the shadow he thought he saw, he brought his open hand to Lisa's shoulder, ushering her to move faster.
"Where the Hell is this place? I thought you knew where we were going," Dean said hotly, though it was more out of desperation than accusation. Though, if she answered him, it was lost in the high pitched noise that sounded like metal clashing right behind them. Just as he craned his neck to see what it was, he was already being yanked through an open doorway. Without thought, he slammed the door behind him and threw his weight against it, reinforced by the iron fire poker he'd been carrying. "Dammit, shouldn't have used all the salt."