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[personal profile] somekindahero
[Dean had spent the majority of the morning exploring alone. It wasn't really the brightest idea, but when he'd woken up that morning he hadn't really cared. He and Sam had been in close proximity for too long, without the breaks to the sleazy bars or one night stands or even splitting up on cases to give them a break from one another. Throw in the building tension between them as Dean's death clock ticked down and even being in the same room was beginning to get unbearable.

So he'd started out early and hadn't come back until his stomach was grumbling at him for ignoring it for so long. He'd managed to update the rough map he and Sam had been working on and now he was sitting in the common area staring at the gruel in his hands and trying his best to pretend it was a bacon cheeseburger.

It'd been almost a month since they'd been there. A month of no fried foods, no cable, no car, no sex, no way out. His time was ticking down and here he was in some freaking castle wasting it. He puts the bowl down and shakes his head before rubbing it roughly with his hands.]
This place freakin' sucks.
[personal profile] stillshinigami
So he's taken to spending quite a bit at time in the common area of the residential chamber. Usually? Chilling out at the table or finding a nice little niche to settle in. Right then? He'd found a stone bench near a window that looked out onto the courtyard. On the opposite bench, a green-gray crate with numbers on it and a packing label. Someone got a package today. How? Probably a good question.

He'd gotten it the night before at the fountain while he was still restlessly awake. Didn't really take him long to figure out what had happen once he decided to throw a coin in and make a wish but he didn't think for a second that it would work. About two hours later? He asked again. Past midnight.

Now. It was late afternoon and he'd held off from indulging long enough. He settled onto the window seat, propped a leg up on the opposite stone ledge and plucked an apple from the crate of perfectly ripe fruit. Strawberries, mangoes, apricots, grapes, apples and pears. Perfect. He took a bite out of the apple, sighing contently.

So he'd lost his nerve for a spell. So those damn Shadows sapped a bit of his courage away. Didn't bother him so much right now. He'd just have this and enjoy his little birthday eating, drinking and being merry. Like you're supposed to do.

"Bottoms up." He said, drinking the last out of his flask before looking to the bottle to fill it back up.

[OOC: A window seat are common structures in castles. They look like this. Feel free to join Duo and have a drink, eat some good food, he's happy to share and plenty to go around. Also I may prefer prose but you can also respond in comment spam. I really don't care either way.]
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[personal profile] shadowqueen
Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

[ooc: Welcome welcome, we are open!! Make threads, tag each other, be free! Prose and action spam are both fine, as you prefer. You can make your own posts to the community, now, too. Just don't forget the handy entry tags. ♥]

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