030: [Location: Buffy's castle/ Accidental Visual] we're not in Hell anymore, Toto--

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Every morning, Dean Winchester awakes to the smell of fire and brimstone and rotting flesh, the sounds of screaming and pleading, the sight of things so gruesome the human mind couldn't even begin to imagine them. He takes his morning walk, and then goes to his office, where he starts his work. It's not pleasant work, not by any means, but he does get enjoyment out of coaxing whimpers out of those who are sent to him. He always gets the most stubborn souls, you see.

This morning, he wakes up in an entirely different place. Even as a demon, Dean Winchester hates to wake up in a place he doesn't know.

He doesn't think, just rolls out of the bed he's in and heads for the door (where the hell is he, a castle?), immediately getting lost. This is around the point that the tablet turns on, showing Dean wandering the castle with a rather lost look on his face-- lost, but irritated.

In fact, at one point, when he opens a door and it leads to a room that has nobody in it, people watching the tablet may see a flash of black in Dean's eyes. It's gone a second later, though. Must have been a trick of the light?

[ooc: Dean's glitch! Go go go~]

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SOB

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"I'd say Bingo, but you're only half right," Dean says, and his tone is pretty cheerful; not quite Stepford-y, like it was before, but. He's rummaging through things, still on the search for tools. "I'll give you three guesses, Dawnie."

He pauses in his search, and glances over his shoulder, grinning. His eyes are a deep black.

stranger danger :(

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Now the terror is creeping in. On little cat feet. Demon feet. It's possible lack of sleep and panic are making Dawn slightly less than linear.

"Where's Dean?" She's shaking, slightly, but still manages to lift her chin and glare. "Because if he finds out you used his body to be a jerk to me, you're going down."

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"Aw, that's cute," Dean says in a sing-song tone. He's finally found a knife, which is nice, as well as a lighter. The knife, really, is all he needs. The lighter gets placed aside for later.

"I am Dean," He continues, advancing on Dawn with the knife in his hand, examining the edge with a very interested expression. "But like I said. Only half right. Hell ain't an easy place to live in, sweetheart."

WOW LJ THANKS FOR THIS NOTIF /EVER/

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"Get out of him." She's not looking at the knife. Not, not, not. Just keep her eyes on his-- black, like... a snake? Or shark. Something black-eyed and creepy-- and the knife won't be real. "Shut up. You're not him."