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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 21, 2013 12:04:26 GMT -5
Continued from Reconnaissance----------------- Dean woke up to find himself chained to a wall. He rolled his eyes. “Aw, come on. Seriously?” he groaned. He glared around him groggily. “Again? Twice in two days? What am I, Sam now? Getting sick of this...” He pulled at the chains and took in the room. It was… a dungeon. Of course it was a dungeon. If it weren’t, it wouldn’t fit the demonic overtones set by the whole affair. He pulled at the chains that held him, testing them. Gently at first, then straining against them with all his strength. They jingled, clanged, pulled, but remained stuck fast to the cement wall. “Ok… Plan B.” As soon as he came up with one. It was while he was looking about him that he finally noticed Jonas, chained to an adjacent wall in a dark corner. “Hey. Preacher. You ok?”
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Mar 21, 2013 12:18:10 GMT -5
From his place in the dark, Jonas had watched the unconscious Dean Winchester. He’d been awake for several minutes, but didn’t really have any idea how long he’d been out before that. Hearing that Dean’s breathing was steady, Jonas wasn’t too worried about him. He had called out to him a few times, but felt awkward raising his voice to much. Silly considering the people who put them in that dungeon knew that they were there. He just didn’t want to bring them back before he had a chance to plan. And they needed a plan desperately.
And as he had planned, he’d played over what had transpired again and again. And instead of planning… he’d ended up getting stuck on one particular point. So when Dean finally did wake up and addressed him, Jonas adjusted himself in his awkward position to face him straight on.
“He knew you,” Jonas stated. “Called you by name. How did he know you?”
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 8, 2013 22:21:29 GMT -5
Dean blinked. He thought it an inappropriate question until he realized the poker kid calling him out probably did seem odd or suspicious.
"Look, man, I'm sorry about that. I met the guy a few days back at a poker game. Totally unrelated and in a totally different state." Dean thought back to the encounter with a frown. Dean bumped into a guy hundreds of miles away one random night during a random poker game at a random club and suddenly here he was again? At bad guy HQ, a place Sam's vision had led them? "Unless it wasn't totally unrelated. Was that guy spying on me?"
Scoping him out? Maybe checking on him and Sam? Part of him thought that was stupid. Way too coincidental and yet another part realized of course it was too coincidental! If Sam's visions were generally connected to old Yellow Eyes and here was a demon cult and amongst those cult-members was a kid who'd been keeping tabs on them... Well, it made sense really. YED had done something to Sam so of course he'd be keeping tabs. Especially considering how close they'd gotten to killing him that night. The night that thing had taken possession of his dad, hidden inside him and used him like a meat shield... Taking the Colt and killing him in the hospital hadn't been enough...
Dean realized that his nails had been digging into his clenched fists and had drawn blood. He relaxed his hands and forced himself to focus. Yes, he would get out of here and yes, he would destroy the Yellow-Eyed S.O.B that had made his family suffer.
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on May 9, 2013 17:21:01 GMT -5
Chase had been spying on the Dean? He was in a demon worshiping cult and was spying on the brother of a man he'd met years ago? A hunter of supernatural creatures? The phrase "God works in mysterious ways" flitted briefly through his mind before he shook it out of thought. This sort of thing wasn't God's work.
He scowled at the floor his heart breaking just a little more, just as it did every time he saw evidence of Chase choosing dark over light.
"We've got to get out of here," he said, his usually soft voice dipping into a lower, more dangerous growl. He needed to stop whatever madness was happening here, find the girl, and save his brother. He had no idea how he was going to any of that, but... he had faith. There was a way for all that to happen, he just had to open his eyes and really see what they had at their disposal.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 9, 2013 21:18:55 GMT -5
Dean noted the gruff tone change in the priest and smirked, taking the change to mean he wouldn't have qualms about striking back once they got out of there. Once they got out...
"Yeah, no nuts, Sherlock," Dean replied, pulling himself up to get a better look at the chains that held him. They weren't your standard issue handcuffs, that was for sure, but they weren't as midieval as the look of the dungeon implied. The lock looked about the same so what he really needed were tools.
"Hey, you don't happen to have a lockpick on you, do you?" Dean asked as he pulled himself to his feet and strained a shackled hand down towards his pocket. Reaching would've been too easy, of course. He ended up awkwardly trying to hold himself up by his shackles in order to gain access to his hip. It took some doing but he managed to reach the paperclip that luckily hadn't been confiscated. Unlike his suit jacket. He only had so many of those!
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on May 9, 2013 23:37:20 GMT -5
"L-Lockpick? I... no..." The tough guy voice was quickly lost in his surprise at the question. After his stuttered response he realized he probably shouldn't have been surprised considering the kind of person that led the kind of life Dean did.
He watched with a curious fascination as Dean managed to twist, stretch, and lift himself into a position in which he could finally and carefully lift something from his pocket. It took him a moment to recognize it was a paper clip or some other small piece of metal. The man was actually going to pick the lock to his cuffs.
"Assuming you can actually do what it looks like you're doing, what's our next move? We're deep in the belly of the beast and we need to find Alonna and stop whatever is going on here."
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 9, 2013 23:48:29 GMT -5
The angle of his improvised lockpick to the cuff was awkward. Definitely one of the most awkward angles he'd ever had to deal with and that on top of the lock being odd and taking a bit of feel to get used to made the going slower than he liked. Having people talk while he worked didn't help either. After a few tries he paused and glanced over to Jonas.
"Not sure. I wasn't exactly conscious when the dragged us here, but yeah. We've gotta get the girl and we've got to make sure their demon's not hanging around. The way you guys described the situation here makes me think that if Alonna's safe, they can't do whatever nasty plans they have going on here. They need her for something. Even so, let's just do this one step at a time," Dean replied as he went back to twisting at the lock. It really didn't help that he had to pick using the same hand he wanted to unlock because the chains just didn't have enough slack.
"We've probably been gone long enough that Sam's gonna realize something's gone wrong." Dean tried to think what his brother would do. He wouldn't go storming in here on his own, would he? "He'll definitely come looking for us. We're not in the habit of leaving each other behind. It's only a matter of time. I just hope he's a little more stealthy about it than we were. Anyway, we've got to be ready by then to back him up. This place is crawlin' with weirdos."
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on May 10, 2013 14:12:25 GMT -5
Jonas couldn't disagree with that. He watched Dean work a moment longer then moved on to trying to plan their route. Did they really have a chance of sneaking around the house trying to find someone? It wasn't like Jonas had experience with things like this. The only time Jonas really made an effort to be utterly silent was when he was crossing from one side of his church to the other while there were patrons in the midst praying. He didn't like to interrupt their thoughts and prayers. It wasn't easy to be silent in the church. Sound bounced and echoed far and easily in there, but Jonas had gotten pretty good at identifying dead spots and moving unobtrusively around. But that was a place he knew well!
At some point the realization of how dangerous this would all be had started his heart picking up the pace. He was nervous. Very nervous. He swallowed hard as an ominous cloud passed over his heart, like an unspoken warning. He closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath. These feelings usually ended up being indicative of bad or dangerous things to come. He had the sudden urge to tell Dean about Chase, just so that someone else would know. And yet what would be the use in that? It'd likely only make things worse considering Chase's current employment and his former run in with the Winchester. Dean would wonder why Jonas had a demon worshiping brother and why said brother had shown no interest in outing Jonas in any way shape or form. No, he could tell Dean and Sam and whoever else was interested after they got out of this vile place in one piece.
The feeling passed over him again and this time Jonas thought he heard something beyond their cell.
"Dean." Jonas pulled himself to his feet and looked towards the door. "I think someone's coming."
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 10, 2013 20:42:42 GMT -5
Dean's hand paused its work and he strained his ears for a moment. The priest was right and it sounded like a couple sets of feet.
"Dammit," Dean muttered under his breath going back to work furiously on the shackles. The echoed sound of footsteps had made them sound closer than they were and Dean managed to get a satisfying click out of one shackle before they heard the sound of a key in the door. Dean bent his makeshift lockpick and closed his fist over it to hide it. One hand could pull free if he needed it but that wasn't likely to do much good.
"Just be cool, Jonas. All right?" said Dean. And then the door swung open. Two men stood there. Both were people Dean had seen earlier. One guy wore a suit and smug smile on his face. The other was more reserved and possessed that distinctive body guard look. "Well, it's about damn time!" Dean exclaimed in mock exasperation. "We were just saying how incredibly lousy the room service here is. We'd like to put in a complaint with your supervisor."
-.-.-.-.-.-.- OOC: I was thinking it was Evan and his bodyguard.
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on May 15, 2013 18:23:43 GMT -5
OOC: I like the idea, but remember we can't have too much direct control over him. Evan sort of lent us his character to be used from afar, remember. BIC:
Jonas watched the two men at the door with trepidation. Why had Jonas and Dean been kept alive after all? The question hadn't really occurred to Jonas before then, but then again, he wasn't used to thinking in terms of killing other people. What did these people want from them? Searching the face of the one who'd stepped in first. He was a tough looking guy. Strong and wary. He eyed both prisoners suspiciously before stepping aside, closer to Dean, to allow the other man through. The second man, the one in the suit... He looked cold. Dark. There was something dangerous in his eyes that bespoke a man with a severely tainted soul.
The man turned his attention to Dean, apparently amused by the man's humor. Personally Jonas couldn't understand how Dean could joke around at a time like this.
"Dean Winchester," the presumed demon worshiper stated. "Your reputation precedes you. But we'll have time to speak later."
The man in the suit motioned to his silent companion and much to Jonas's dismay, the man approached him. He was not relieved in the least when he pulled out a key and began to unlock him.
"What are you doing?" Jonas questioned, unable to keep the tremor out of his voice. The guard -the title seemed right enough- remained silent as he unlocked the shackles and pulled a gun on him. Jonas swallowed hard and looked to Dean nervously and then to the man in the suit. The guy in charge.
Jonas pondered him a moment as he rubbed his newly freed wrists and was surprised to find that his original assessment of the man now seemed unfitting. That evil, empty aura that the priest had practically been able to taste seemed more subdued now. Perhaps it was being chained to the wall that had made him seem so overwhelmingly horrible. Perhaps Jonas had a chance of reasoning with him. Then the guard pushed him towards the door and fear flooded over him once again.
"Where are you taking me?" he demanded, his voice shaking a bit less this time.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 20, 2013 1:04:36 GMT -5
OOC: Oh! You're right, my bad. I just thought he made the most sense of the seven to come down and get them. And he probably wouldn't trust Puppets or other lesser cult members to deal with something like that. I'll keep him as background as I can! I hope having him say a line or two is acceptable. It just doesn't seem quite right having him be totally silent. BIC:
"Hey! Leave him alone, freakshow!" Dean exclaimed as they began to move Jonas past him, pointedly ignoring his demand. With only one of his shackles unlocked, he wouldn't be able to do much beyond throwing the first punch. Dean was willing to bet that the bodyguard wouldn't have any superpowers like the Rusky, but he looked tough enough without them. The other guy though... He had a nasty look about him. Dean didn't think he looked like much of a fighter, but who knew what the demon kisser was capable of. Dean might only get one chance to make a move and so, although it went against every fiber of his being Dean did not pull his one unlocked hand free and strike the bodyguard as he passed.
The guard led the priest out of the cell leaving Dean alone with the man in the suit. "What do you want with us?" Dean asked, clenching his fists into angry balls.
The other man pursed his lips, his eyes searching him impassively. Then he turned to leave. Just like that.
"What, can't even think up a final taunt?!" Dean exclaimed.
The suited man paused, then turned back to Dean. Again he looked... amused. It irked Dean. The other man straightened one of his cuffs with a thoughtful sigh. "It's interesting," the other man said, his tone calm and cool. "That you came here on this particular night. Of all nights. And you came bearing gifts."
Dean caught his meaning immediately. "You better think real carefully about what you do to that man. He's a friend of mine," Dean threatened.
Not entirely true, but a fellow hunter of things that go bump in the night and a genuine good person put Jonas on Dean's To Be Protected list. The evil man gave a dark smile, one that reached his eyes but cast only a dark light into them and Dean suddenly realized that perhaps he should have thrown that one in a million strike to the face after all.
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