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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 15:40:13 GMT -5
Chloe shrugged. "I'm all in for that." she said simply. "What do you know about hellhounds?"
(Timeskip again because why not)
Patterson was tinkering with the computer when the lights suddenly went out. "Aw...great...really?" she said, pressing a few more buttons to try and restore them.
(H&R)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 15:43:12 GMT -5
Sherlock straightened from leaning close to the timer, looking up and frowning slightly, before turning to Patterson. "You didn't do that?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 15:48:53 GMT -5
"Dunno...maybe?" said Patterson, still pushing buttons. "It'd be easier if I had my equipment, or a team, or...anything. Dammit. Do you have a flashlight? I can't see a thing."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 15:56:07 GMT -5
Sherlock answered by turning around and pulling open a drawer, taking out a flashlight, then taking a step towards Patterson and turning it on in the same movement. "The timer isn't off, so it can't be a complete power failure." He reasoned. "Though they likely aren't connected, the timer being that much more important."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 16:01:41 GMT -5
"Yeah." agreed Patterson again. "Main power's down though - I'll have to go and turn it back on from the breaker room." She stepped across the room and ducked underneath the door. Just as she did, the door abruptly slammed itself down with a vicious ringing of alarm bells. Patterson let out a shriek and fell, leg pinned underneath the door.
Reese was walking across camp, near Sam, when he suddenly stiffened and froze in his tracks. He stumbled, tripping in the sand and leaning heavily on a tent for support.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 16:12:50 GMT -5
"Woah, hey." Sam stopped, startled, then helped Reese to sit down. "Take it easy, man. What's up?"
Sherlock scrambled over, giving the door a quick examination. "Must have been triggered. It's too heavy for me to lift." He said aloud, staring around the rest of the hatch. "So this is a security system, is it? Good one. You must have tripped it."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 16:15:53 GMT -5
Reese staggered into the chair, looking around him in confusion. "Sam?" He blinked several times and stared around the beach. "Where's Dean?"
Patterson lay on the floor, teeth gritted against the pain. "I feel blood." she said, moving her finger in the fast-gathering pool of the stuff next to her impaled leg. "How bad?" she asked, closing her eyes.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 16:24:45 GMT -5
"Well, not good." Sherlock answered, taking off his scarf and tying it as a makeshift tourniquet. "I'm friends with a doctor, he used to do this sort of thing for a living." He added, leaning back to inspect his work. "Not too tight? I mean, it's supposed to be tight but not so much that you actually lose the leg, not usually anyway, actually in some cases losing your leg is the only way to save your life, not here, though." He looked at her expectantly.
"What? Why do you..." Sam broke off, and a definite change came over his posture. "Cas?" He asked quickly, heart hammering.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 16:28:14 GMT -5
Cas nodded. "Yes, it's me." he confirmed, looking down at Reese's hands. He frowned. "What happened?"
Patterson shook her head wearily. "I, uh...I can't really feel anything."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 16:36:49 GMT -5
Sherlock shut his eyes for a moment, as if thinking hard. "Yes, I believe that's normal." He said after a minute, straightening and walking back to the controls. He sat down, staring attentively at the screen. "Now to reset the system. I don't suppose you know how?"
"After you threw the demon out, you were gone." Sam explained, a look of concern spreading across his face. "Your body stayed like you'd left it, but you never came back. Do you remember anything?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 16:40:47 GMT -5
"No, I don't remember - ah!" Castiel cut himself off and for a brief moment, the familiar, high-pitched sound of angels filled the air. A small burn mark appeared on Reese's face. He reeled back, breathing heavily in an attempt to recover. He looked at his hands again, seeing another small burn mark. "...Oh no." he muttered under his breath.
"Theoretically, yeah, but I mean...I've never tried. Do you even know how to code?" said Patterson from the floor, trying not to panic.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 16:50:36 GMT -5
"He can't handle you." Sam realized, frowning in alarm. "Look, Cas, why don't you use me? I could take Lucifer, I'll be strong enough."
"Theoretically." Sherlock used her answer, glancing at her. "Not like we have much of a choice, is it?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 17:09:54 GMT -5
"I can't." said Cas, a bit of panic tinging his voice now. "I'm trapped. He tried to expel me but it's not working." He shook his head, trying to think clearly. "Sam, this is very bad. If we can't find a way to separate me from this vessel, we'll both be killed."
"Guess not." said Patterson with an attempt at a shrug which ended in a grunt of pain. "Okay...hit the button on the left of the keyboard. Far left, upper corner."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 17:12:53 GMT -5
"Got it." Sherlock pressed the button, turning expectantly back to her. "Now what?"
"Okay, so we'll figure it out." Sam said with significantly more confidence than he felt. "Just hold on, okay? I'm gonna get Dean." He stood up and hurried off to find Dean.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 17:24:47 GMT -5
"Uh...start typing, I guess." She went off on a long, complicated sentence of dots, dasher, curly-braces, semicolons, and so forth.
Dean was sitting in the tent, downing a beer. "Hey Sam." he said, not noticing his expression. "What's up?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 17:31:37 GMT -5
"It's Cas, he's still in John." Sam explained hurriedly. "He's alright, but not for long."
Sherlock followed easily, his fingers speeding over the letters, his eyes flicking repeatedly between the screen and the keyboard.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 17:39:04 GMT -5
Dean was on his feet instantly. "What?" He stepped out, eyes landing on Reese. "Cas?"
Cas nodded a greeting. "Hello, Dean."
"Where have you been, man? Why are you still in there?" He motioned to the burn marks.
"I can't get out." said Cas unhappily. "I don't know what happened - I managed to exorcise the demon, but I became trapped in this vessel."
"Well...how do we get you out?" asked Dean.
Cas shook his head. "I don't know. There may be a spell, but I've never seen it enacted - I'll try to describe it to you. You'll need - " But he cut himself off again, doubling over. A few more burn marks appeared on his hands. When he looked back up, his eyes were once again Reese's. He blinked in confusion. "How did I get here?" he asked, looking around at the two of them.
As soon as he hit the final button, the door lit up in bright, ultraviolet light, revealing a map full of symbols and messages. "Woah..." breathed Patterson, temporarily forgetting the jam they were still in.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 17:43:58 GMT -5
Sam exchanged a look with Dean before answering. "Cas is still in you." He explained. "He broke through."
Sherlock stood up, staring at the signals, every nerve in his body practically quivering. "Ahhh..." He breathed, stepping closer.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 18:09:56 GMT -5
Patterson fumbled with her pockets, finally producing a phone and snapping a picture. "It's a map..." she breathed.
"He's alive?" said Reese.
"Yeah, for now." said Dean grimly. "We need to find a way to separate you two, ASAP. Sam? Any ideas?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 18:26:04 GMT -5
"Normally I'd hit the books, but that's out." Sam frowned, thinking. "Maybe we should talk to Crowley, see if he knows anything."
"Yes." Sherlock breathed in agreement, stopping inches away from it, blue eyes flicking speedily over every centimeter. "But why is it here? Bit inconvenient if they used it regularly, so this is probably for emergencies. Could be a secret way out, a way to seal the hatch off, something to do with what happens if the button doesn't get pushed..."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 20:15:51 GMT -5
"Yeah, let's do that." said Dean. He turned to Reese. "You stay put and get some rest. Both of you."
"That's Latin." said Patterson, peering at the photo. "Can't read it though. Maybe someone here can." She stifled a yawn.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 20:34:32 GMT -5
"Latin, yes, but why?" Sherlock persisted, narrowing his eyes. "It has to be for the people who worked here, the ones the food was for, unless it was for the builders, maybe both. Whoever that was, they must have known Latin, so they have to have known the people this was for would know Latin as well. Ah, lovely, it's been far too long." He finished, glancing at Patterson as if expecting her to somehow turn into John and tell him how much of a show off he was. Instead, he noticed all the signs of major blood loss. "Yes, well, at any rate..." He added, coughing a little. "You need help..."
Crowley was standing nearby, staring at the ocean with his hands in his pockets and his back to the beach.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 21:48:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, no kidding, Sher -" Patterson broke off as she realized the oddness of the statement and instead closed her eyes briefly. "Is it cold in here?"
"Hey. Crowley." said Dean, approaching him with very little fanfare. "What do you know about angel possession?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 21:54:03 GMT -5
Sam stayed with Reese, in Cas came back.
Crowley raised his eyebrows, turning to face Dean. "I assume you mean besides the extensive knowledge and first hand experience you and Moose are so lucky to have."
Sherlock blinked, puzzled, but decided to ignore it. "Not really. Another symptom of blood loss." He turned and walked back to the computer. "You should really try to talk faster, you'll probably pass out soon."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 21:59:26 GMT -5
"No, not at all. I just came over here to hear everything we already know in your voice." said Dean sarcastically.
Patterson started to breathe heavily, blood loss making her panicky. "I'm gonna die, aren't I? After everything else...right here."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 22:06:05 GMT -5
"I really need the code, Patterson." Sherlock pressed her. "You're FBI, right? Don't you have to deal with near death experiences about every week or so?"
Crowley pursed his lips in an amused sort of way that complemented his raised eyebrows. "Well, I can see the appeal. Is this about Castiel?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 22:09:00 GMT -5
"It is." confirmed Dean. "He's still in there, using Reese as a vessel, but he's stuck somehow. Tethered. We need to find a way to force him out before both of them wind up dead."
"Uh...sure." said Patterson. "Okay. The code is..." She launched into another cascade of numbers and symbols, though her voice was becoming continually slurred.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 22:18:13 GMT -5
"That is quite the predicament." Crowley answered, glancing at the tent. "But I don't see what I can do. Clearly the island is interfering with his abilities, they're acting like fish hooks. Easy way in, not so easy way out."
"Keep going." Sherlock had very little concentration to spare, but the words were getting too slurred. "If you pass out, we'll probably both die in here."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 10, 2016 22:31:24 GMT -5
"Yeah, but Cas said there's a spell that might work." said Dean. "If anyone knows what it is, it would be you. King of hell and all, I'm sure you know every exorcism in the book."
Patterson finished the code, eyes fluttering in exhaustion. "Now press Execute."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2016 22:40:52 GMT -5
"Sure, but there's a lot." Crowley pointed out with an air of patience. "So did the angel happen to mention anything in specific?"
The detective did, glancing again at the door before hurrying over and crouching by Patterson. The door was about to go up, so he would need to make sure the scarf was still placed all right.
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