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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 11, 2016 6:48:18 GMT -5
"Exorcism." said Dean, beginning to lose patience. "Forceful. Angel. Exorcism. There can't be that much lore there."
The door stayed stubbornly closed. Patterson was beginning to drift off.
"Sherlock?" John's voice came through Sherlock's earpiece. Reese had equipped everyone with one. "Where are you?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 11, 2016 10:17:14 GMT -5
"In the hatch, which is where you're about to be." Sherlock answered, keeping a close eyes on Patterson in between glances at the door. "Patterson needs some swift medical attention, bring whatever you need for a very deep leg injury. Count or something." He added sharply to the injured woman.
"You might be surprised." Crowley returned, seeming to enjoy the urgency. "As it happens, I have an excellent memory for spells. You'll need to bring him out here on the beach."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 11, 2016 15:43:07 GMT -5
He fetched Sam and Reese, who at the moment wasn't Cas.
"I - what?" There was a short silence. "Alright. Look - I'm a ways away. I'll be there as soon as I can."
Patterson's eyes fluttered, she didn't seem to have heard him.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 11, 2016 15:53:02 GMT -5
"In the interest of being able to say," The demon's eyebrows lifted again, "'I told you so', I should warn you that because of the sheer amount of power in this spell, if it goes south, it goes all the way south."
Sherlock tapped his ear piece in response, focusing on Patterson. "Hey." He said sharply. "Concentrate. You're the only other person on this island who is probably enough like me to want to crack that map, and if you die now you'll never know, alright?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 11, 2016 15:59:31 GMT -5
Dean nodded. "Okay, fine. Just get on with it."
"What kind of 'south' are we talking?" asked Reese.
"Yeah, that would suck." mumbled Patterson. "Uhm...tell me a story maybe? Why were you on the ferry?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 11, 2016 16:08:30 GMT -5
"A case, the first good one in a while." Sherlock answered immediately, seizing the opportunity to return to his area of expertise. "We were following a trail of mysterious deaths, people killed in very creative ways. One whole family has their heads cut off, and a teacher found dead with a large hole through his chest, not a normal stabbing. There were more, of course, but before I went to the crime scene we got a lead that led us on the ferry."
"South as in 'your entire body burns and disintegrates in about the space of five seconds, and both yours and the angel's souls are destroyed." Crowley supplied cheerfully. "Whenever your ready."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 11, 2016 16:11:50 GMT -5
Reese nodded, satisfied that there would be no danger to anyone else. "The way I understand it, we're both dead anyway if we don't fix this. Go ahead."
Dean began drawing the necessary sigils around Reese, under Crowley's instruction.
Patterson was quiet for a moment. "A lead?" she said nervously. "On the ferry? So someone from that case could be here?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 11, 2016 16:20:20 GMT -5
Crowley stood, overseeing the work with an air of importance. "There." He said when it was done. "Now step aside. And whatever you do, don't set foot in the circle." With that, the demon stepped into the circle, smirked at Reese for a second, then flashed his eyes to red and began the incantation in a powerful monotone.
"What's going on?" Claire approached the scene, looking at Dean for an explanation.
"Could be." Sherlock confirmed. "What about you, why were you on the ferry?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 11, 2016 16:24:23 GMT -5
"Cas can't get out of Reese." said Dean, fully aware of how strange that sounded. "Crowley's gonna try and separate them." He watched anxiously.
Reese staggered, going rigid, and his eyes flashed bright white, then blue again. A high-pitched squealing sound filled the air as the wind picked up, blowing over a nearby tent with its force.
"I was on the plane, for a case." said Patterson. "My team thought there was a terrorist on board. We were right - but he didn't survive the crash." She shivered.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 11, 2016 16:31:25 GMT -5
"Well, that's good." Sherlock put in, glancing at her. "You're cold? Probably another symptom of blood loss. Here." He took off his coat and put it on her, though without the gentle, caring air you would think, more as just the obvious solution to a problem. "Why Latin, though? You'd think that'd run the risk of being translated, loads of people know Latin."
Crowley's voice rose strongly, still muffled by the sound but radiating with power and control. His arms stretched forward towards Reese, and his red eyes stared unblinkingly ahead of him, as if he were in a trance. Then, quite suddenly, both he and Reese fell limply onto the sand.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 11, 2016 16:35:38 GMT -5
"Maybe...maybe no one they were worried about knew it. I mean, we are on an island. If there are other people here, they might not have access to translation materials." theorized Patterson.
Dean's eyes widened, and he instinctively stepped forward before remembering just in time not to step in the circle. "Cas?" he called. "Reese?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 11, 2016 16:46:20 GMT -5
"Could be, but they must have had access to the rest of the world." Sherlock answered thoughtfully. "Or they couldn't have built the door in the first place. So what did they want to write that they couldn't, or wouldn't, say in English, but wasn't so much of a secret that they had to invent their own code, or use some language only a handful of people know?" He paused, then answered his own question. "Adding that to the whole button pushing ordeal, and I think the idea that this is a mind trick grows a bit, don't you?"
For a minute, they were both eerily still. Then Crowley gasped, sucking in a huge breath of air and rolling onto his back, hit face sweaty and quite red. After a couple gasps, he went into a wheezy coughing fit, and flailed until his hand broke the edge of the circle and caused a flash of light and a crackling noise.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 11, 2016 17:11:26 GMT -5
"Woah!" said Dean, dragging Crowley away. "Did it work?" Just as he finished the sentence, Reese convulsed and threw his head back. A stream of brilliant, almost blinding white light shot up into the air, making a deafening shrieking sound.
"Yeah...." said Patterson, thinking hard. "Maybe it's supposed to be for whoever else lands here to figure out?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 11, 2016 17:26:25 GMT -5
"I'm fine, thanks asking-AH" Crowley cut off his slightly high-pitched reply with a little shout, closing his eyes and shielding them with his hand.
"Definitely a possibility." Sherlock agreed. "If so, I'd like to meet whoever started the whole thing, they certainly went to a lot of trouble about it."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 11, 2016 17:28:38 GMT -5
The light barreled into Cas's tent, causing a massive explosion. When the smoke cleared, Cas's vessel was lying unharmed on the scorched sand, a strange pattern to the burn marks that surrounded him. Dean ran over to him. "Sam!" he called, rolling him over and examining him for signs of life.
"Yeah..." agreed Patterson, eyes fluttering closed again.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 11, 2016 17:36:24 GMT -5
The burn marks, in fact, were the same ones Dean had drawn around Reese, minus the circle. Sam was lying a little ways away, apparently thrown in the explosion. Somehow not dead, he struggled to his feet and hurried over, making a face and clutching his ribs. "Did it work?"
Crowley rolled onto his back again, uttering an exhausted groan.
"John's bound to be close, he probably ran the whole way." Sherlock pressed, watching her. "Just try to stick around until then, alright? Tell me about your team."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 11, 2016 17:41:40 GMT -5
"I dunno." said Dean tensely. "He's still breathing." He shook him gently. "Hey. Cas. You in there, buddy?"
Suddenly Castiel's eyes flew open, and he took in a great gasp of breath. He looked around at their faces, thoroughly disoriented.
Patterson didn't respond. She was barely still awake, like she couldn't quite focus.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 11, 2016 18:43:15 GMT -5
"Cas." A smile flashed over Sam's face. "Hey, man. How do you feel?"
Crowley craned his neck around, squinting at the Winchesters and Cas. "I'll just be here then." He called in a complaining tone.
"Patterson?" Sherlock prodded her, feeling quite wrong-footed. "Look, I'm really not good at this sort of thing, so if you could just hang on a bit longer..."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 11, 2016 19:08:27 GMT -5
Cas sat up slowly, wincing. "I'm alright, Sam. Mostly." He tried to stand, but lurched precariously sideways as his legs gave out. Dean caught him. "Hey, hey, hey, man, take it easy. You just got exorcised like three minutes ago, give it a rest."
Patterson didn't respond. She seemed to be drifting further and further away from consciousness.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 11, 2016 19:16:15 GMT -5
Sherlock sat back on his heels, trying to figure out what to do. He glanced at her wound, noting that it still seemed to be bleeding profusely, then back to her, giving her a hard shake. "Stop that. Just...just focus on someone who needs you, alright? Even dying wouldn't be that tragic in itself if there's one person still here who you can't help....caring....about, you have to keep breathing, don't you?"
"What happened, anyway?" Sam glanced at Dean, then the burn marks surrounding them.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 11, 2016 19:27:11 GMT -5
"'S too cold in here." she muttered incoherently. "I wanna sleep."
Cas sat down on the bed in his tent, stretching and flexing his arms and fingers to try and get them re-used to movement. "The creature that possessed Reese does appear to be a demon...though not an ordinary one. I felt its thoughts...it has no idea about Crowley, or hell, or anything like that."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 11, 2016 19:34:18 GMT -5
"That's why it was so surprised about the knife." A look of realization came over Sam's face as he understood, before asking his next question. "So if it didn't come from hell...where did it come from?"
"You can't, not yet anyway." This was getting exhausting. Sherlock let out a breath, leaning back against the wall and closing his eyes. "Just pretend it's about to get a whole lot colder, then you'll be enjoying the imagined heat of the moment."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 12, 2016 15:58:44 GMT -5
Cas shook his head, still a bit breathless. "I don't know. It was incredibly strong, though. It trapped me on purpose."
"It's okay." said Dean. "Just take it easy for a while, okay? Sam and I, we got this."
Patterson didn't respond. Her breathing seemed to be slowing.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 12, 2016 16:09:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, don't worry about us." Sam agreed seriously. "Just stay put, get your strength back."
"I can't save you." Sherlock said the words aloud, even though he was almost certain she couldn't hear him. He got up and walked over to the computer, sitting down and staring hard at the screen. I need to get that door open.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 12, 2016 17:09:43 GMT -5
The computer appeared to be mostly locked out. The code Patterson had entered should've opened the door, but for whatever reason, it hadn't.
"Sherlock?" John's voice came from just outside the hatch door, followed by a knock. "Are you in there?"
Cas tilted his head sideways in a reluctant nod. "Alright. I suppose that's best."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 12, 2016 17:44:38 GMT -5
Crowley sat down heavily on the other side of Dean, wincing. "Looks like....everything worked out. Anyone want to theorize on how to stop the giant imminent threat? You know, the one that caused that in the first place? Just me?"
"Patterson's dying." Sherlock said in reply. "I think she's in shock. The door won't open." For lack of anything else, he pressed "control alt delete".
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 12, 2016 18:42:26 GMT -5
A message came up on the computer. It read, simply: 'Nice try'. Underneath the message was an Aquarian star.
"Okay...get her as bundled up as possible so she doesn't get too cold." said John calmly. "Is there a lever or something out here?"
"Got any good ideas? I'd love to hear them." said Dean with a sardonic smile.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 12, 2016 18:50:12 GMT -5
"It's called 'theorizing' for a reason." Crowley pointed out patiently. "If I had all the answers, d'you think I'd-" He broke off in a wheezy, coughing fit.
Sam looked startled, glancing at Dean.
Sherlock blinked, surprised. "Right, right, ah...." He got up and put his hands to his head, walking around in a full circle before snatching the blanket off the bed and putting it on Patterson, then hurried back to the computer and entered 2,160.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 12, 2016 18:54:28 GMT -5
Wrong answer, the computer answered simply.
"I'm gonna find away to open this door." said John. "Shout if anything happens."
Dean raised his eyebrows, utterly unconcerned. "Soul go down the wrong pipe or something?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 12, 2016 19:03:57 GMT -5
"I don't eat souls." Crowley corrected when he had his voice back, sounding thoroughly annoyed. He did look rather ill, but it was hard to tell whether he was red from coughing so much or just because he was angry. "Side effects from that spell you all so graciously thanked me for, I nearly died."
Sherlock didn't answer, putting his hands together and staring at the computer, apparently transfixed. After a minute, he typed "Ganymede".
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