[No service, that's what his cell kept saving. No signal, no service. For the amount of stolen funds he used to buy the damn thing it should at least have some kind of consistency. This happened more often than he was comfortable with, but it didn't surprise him. Usually when they were dealing with the supernatural all the technology was on the fritz. This was nothing new.
After taking a walk around town and doing some study up when it came to his new cage and the things that called this place home, Dean strolls into the techno-joint. A scowl pretty firmly planted on his face. At least it was something. It could be a lot worse. They could be dealing with things being a lot more medieval.
He was hungry, but he didn't trust the food, and he was getting by on drinking from his flask but it wasn't enough. Growing men had to eat. For the first time he couldn't fondly recall his last meal. It sucked.
Holy shit. Yeah, it doesn't take long for Dean to catch Sam outta his peripheral. First it was the cliche'd boy band hair and he had to look. It was their luck that they'd wind up here together.
Without a word Dean slips into the seat next to Sam. The last thing he needs is to draw attention to their relationship. Not when he's not sure what the stakes in this place are.]
Find anything, Sherlock? Sure, this is up our alley- but it's never been this bad before. It's got me wondering who we pissed off this time, and what we gotta do to make a jail break.
[Dean makes sure to keep his voice low. The last thing either of them need is to stick out like sore thumbs or have what they do for a living in the public eye. They'd cover more ground keeping it to themselves.]
boop. got ur nose.
After taking a walk around town and doing some study up when it came to his new cage and the things that called this place home, Dean strolls into the techno-joint. A scowl pretty firmly planted on his face. At least it was something. It could be a lot worse. They could be dealing with things being a lot more medieval.
He was hungry, but he didn't trust the food, and he was getting by on drinking from his flask but it wasn't enough. Growing men had to eat. For the first time he couldn't fondly recall his last meal. It sucked.
Holy shit. Yeah, it doesn't take long for Dean to catch Sam outta his peripheral. First it was the cliche'd boy band hair and he had to look. It was their luck that they'd wind up here together.
Without a word Dean slips into the seat next to Sam. The last thing he needs is to draw attention to their relationship. Not when he's not sure what the stakes in this place are.]
Find anything, Sherlock? Sure, this is up our alley- but it's never been this bad before. It's got me wondering who we pissed off this time, and what we gotta do to make a jail break.
[Dean makes sure to keep his voice low. The last thing either of them need is to stick out like sore thumbs or have what they do for a living in the public eye. They'd cover more ground keeping it to themselves.]