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Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Thursday

The pathways of the dungeon had changed overnight. Anyone who had stayed in a room beyond their welcome had found themselves booted out back onto the hallways that belonged to their camp and feeling pressed down by the sudden increase in gravity. The doors of yesterday had closed. Other doors had now opened.

And other routes.

[ pathways | gremlins | space battles | room of the past | flooded room | free space | strange vault | ooc NOTE: room doors not belonging to your camp will lock when you enter. so please designate whether you're from camp 1 or the joint camp 2/ camp 3 ]

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Yeah, Dean, that was pretty clear. "I could turn around and face the other way, if you want," Alec offered carefully. He'd still hear it, but it was kind of an improvement, right?

That or the room could just change to the time Alec had dealt with his younger brother attacking him while all possessed-like, to be more fair, but not yet. Dean's trauma was so delicious, see.

"Yeah, you do that." Dean was a caring, loving person. Can't you tell?

Back at the Impala, Sam unclenched his fist, staring down at the Dean there before letting go of his collar and numbly watching him fall to the ground. "It's--it's okay, Dean. It's gonna be okay. I've got him," he promised in a voice different from the first.

He took a step away, pulling four welded together rings from his pocket and letting them drop to the ground before saying something in another language.

"...Is that Enochian?"

SORRY TO INTERRUPT YOUR GRIEF-FEST, DEAN. Part-angel boy was curious.

Yeah, well angels were bags of dicks. Except Castiel. He was okay.

"What did you say?" Dean demanded as a, well, portal appeared in the ground and Michael returned to stop Sam from messing up the plan.

WHAT A SHOCKER.

"That was Enochian," Alec repeated, a little more loudly, because Michael was one talky mofo. "Right?"

HE'D JUST BE HERE. STARING AT THE PART OF THE SCENERY WHERE SHIT WASN'T GOING DOWN. Like the Impala.

And Michael was also being dragged down into the cage. Dean would say 'god help him' but fuck that asshole. God help Sam and Adam.

"How the hell do you know that?" Dean demanded, starting in on the kid.

Gosh, that Impala sure was interesting. Also, the grass near it. Very fascinating stuff.

"I had to study it growing up," Alec said, shrugging. "I'm not fluent or anything, but that sounded like it. Something about... opening?"

Dean wasn't exactly in the trusting mood right now, unfortunately. Might have been the whole being kidnapped by an unknown source thing. Might have been being forced to relive a really shitty memory. Who knew?

"Get the hell out of here. Now."

Fine, Dean. Just see if Alec was going to be telling you any jokes in Enochian anytime soon.

Answer: no. Because he did not know any.

"Um - okay." Alec stood up, looking around for the door again, and... nothing. Okay, well, looks like he'd just wander until he reached a wall, then. "Sorry again."

And there weren't any! Ask Uriel!

The other Dean knelt where he was, barely holding onto consciousness as he was left alone in the cemetery with a corpse and... the bloody mess of another corpse.

Until Cas reappeared, touching his forehead to heal the damaged left from Lucifer.

Not that Dean was paying attention to it. Because someone had some quality brooding time to engage in. "Are you deaf or something?"

"I'm looking for a door," was Alec's mildly-aggravated reply as he was attempting to do just that. Look, Dean, Alec wasn't having the best day either. Alec had relived getting beaten up by a girl he hated in an alternate universe he hated even more this morning. Plus his boyfriend was a soulless vampire as of yesterday, and on top of that, he was currently stuck in a room with a grouch.

"I don't think this room was built to be exited, you know," he muttered, and then more quietly, "I only barely found a door when it was messing with me earlier."

A grouch with a machete. And don't you forget it.

"Like I care!"

And Alec had super-special Sue powers. TAKE THAT.

"Look, I'm getting out of here as fast as I can," Alec said. "Just - give me a minute."

For just an instant, the scene flashed to something else, showing a much-younger Alec and two other youngish teenagers hurling weapons at something large and demonic that seemed to be winning - but then as quickly as it had come, it was back to Dean's thing. Mostly it seemed like the room was trying to be a pain in the ass.

That caught Alec off guard, but he shook his head. "Well, that wasn't necessary."

"Boo-freakin'-hoo," Dean replied, arms crossed over his chest defensively.

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