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Post by mugenginga on Jan 2, 2011 3:32:37 GMT -5
Dean managed to snap the other cuff around the time John complimented Sam on getting a hold of the Colt. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, holding one fist to his mouth as he coughed again and using the other to push up. His legs almost gave out from him, but he managed to catch the back end of the bed to stabilize. He beat on his chest, the coughing fit preventing him from hearing what Sam had said. He then sort of tripped over to where Sam was and kind of fell on the two to join the hug. He didn't look like he'd be able to stand unless someone helped him off... and he'd decided to ask questions after they seperated.
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Post by Jilak on Jan 2, 2011 4:14:43 GMT -5
All things considered, it was a nice family moment. A Winchester family hug. If not for Dean's injuries and all of the other drama with the missing angel, missing William, injured Daniel, and bullet-less Colt, this might actually be a relatively happy event. But as it was, it was bittersweet. Sam frowned for a moment. What were the demons playing at here? Crowley might not have been completely trustworthy, but one thing was certain. He was scared. Sam could see it. He was terrified, terrified of the yellow eyed demon.
Even more, he'd mentioned not being entirely certain it was a demon. What were they dealing with here? In any case, he noticed Dean's unsteadiness on his feet. If his elder brother didn't protest, Sam would hook one of Dean's arms over his shoulder, supporting him, once the three separated. Dean really looked like he needed a good week's rest... if only that was possible...
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 11, 2011 0:04:41 GMT -5
If it had just been him and Sam, Dean might have admitted he shouldn't go anywhere. He might have been talked into staying there, or at least staying in the background until they could get him to a facility not infested by demons. Or Demon Lords, hadn't Cas said that they were dealing with Wrath? The point was, it wasn't. So when Sam tried to support him, he bumped him with his shoulder and pushed the arm away. Unsteady on his feet, but standing.
"That demon indicated he had more ammuniation for the Colt," Dean said. He stopped to cough, pushing away Sam if he tried to support him. It subsided and he continued, "While I'm the first to not trust a demon, if he's telling the truth its a problem. He'll come back for the gun."
And we met an angel, dad. Or at least, he claims to be one. If he's not an angel, he sure as hell ain't human, and I don't see any reason to doubt him. You might. We met an angel and a ghost kid and... a something kid. And we don't know where the hell any of them are. But you won't want to hear that, because its a weakness. You taught me to not show that, so I'll just keep this. You always do this to me!
"I'm glad to see you, dad," Dean said with a forced smile.
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Post by Jilak on Jan 11, 2011 1:31:01 GMT -5
"Glad to see you too, boys. You've done an okay job keepin' yourselves alive. Now, under normal circumstances I'd suggest we take the Colt as far underground as we can, but... these aren't exactly normal circumstances, and I don't know the channels in this place yet. I know a guy who does, though, maybe I'll pay him a visit, assuming I can find 'im." John likely would've continued on about the demon's nest he'd fallen into. After all, around his boys he was chatty, he was weak. But he didn't, because looking up, he noticed Sam slightly... glaring at him.
"What?" John asked of his younger son.
"We've done an okay job? That's all you can say?" Sam asked, slightly aggressively.
"Look at the two of you. Injured like hell. If you'd have done a good job, we wouldn't be in a hospital right now." John responded, his voice raising ever so slightly.
"Well, we haven't exactly been ganking garden-variety demons here! We've had to deal with Wrath and Crowley in a short span of time!" Sam returned, fury growing. He skilfully avoided mentioning Vlad. Truth be told, he had no idea what Vlad was. And that would involve bringing up Danny... and Cas... wherever either were.
It was a tense moment, really. Sam glaring at John, John glaring right back.
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 11, 2011 1:37:50 GMT -5
It didn't surprise Dean that John had made contacts. Their dad was good with that. He was curious how long he'd been on the Island though. As long as them? John was only human, so that almost had to be the case given how much time he would have had to connect. He had another coughing fit start up as he asked Sam what was wrong.
It... didn't end as the conversation went on. Dean put his arm on the wall beside himself as the fit continued. He realized it wasn't going to stop anytime soon and was having trouble breathing about the time that Sam was justifying himself. He was trying to walk over to the chair to sit down and try to catch his breath when the glaring began... and he promptly passed out. His skin would feel on fire if someone touched him.
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Post by Jilak on Jan 11, 2011 18:38:09 GMT -5
John hadn't noticed when Dean started coughing again. Neither had Sam. When Dean went down, John hadn't turned to him. He wasn't aware of how bad his son's condition was, because of the front that had been put up. Sam, however, was quicker to respond. The second Dean went down, Sam was there, a hand to his brother's forehead. He was on fire. That wasn't good. To be fair to John, Dean had fallen behind him, and he'd been so caught up in the glaring session that he hadn't heard him. But once Sam ran, it caught his attention.
"What the hell's wrong with him?" John asked as he took one of Dean's hands, noting the heat. He'd been in the military, he'd been around all forms of diseases. Whatever Dean had, it was pretty bad.
"It was raining. Gave me his coat. He's been sick ever since. Go get help!" Sam said. He'd never ordered his father around, had always had trouble following his father's orders. To be quite honest, he barely expected his father to follow any form of order he gave. Not only because John was used to giving orders, but also because he was much less used to following them.
Sure, being in the military had taught John discipline. But he'd gone it lone wolf his entire life. The only orders he listened to were his own. Needless to say, Samuel was surprised when his father headed out, screaming "We need a doctor!" as he went.
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 11, 2011 19:08:31 GMT -5
John was not a man to miss things. Be it of natural or supernatural origins, he was not one to miss details. So the fact that he ran into the seven foot and two inches Caucasian man was one that indicated just how stressed he was over his elder son's condition. Beyond that, it would feel rather like running into a wall to the man, and a large hand in fitting with the tall man's impressive stature closed around his shoulder and pulled him back.
The man had a rather calm and piercing gaze as he looked down at John. His black hair was about the length of Sam's if he let it fall straight, and his eyes were dark green. He didn't seem upset in the least by John's presence, in fact there was a hint of concern in his eyes. He was dressed as one might expect a doctor to be, although his outfit was dark green and black, contrasting to his white coat. Hanging around his neck by a thick black cord was a noticable pendant. A green jade crucifix, and the Jesus affixed to it seemed to be made of carefully carved bone, and a tiny blood red ruby was set into the feet and palms. He had to lean over to look John in the eyes, and he spoke with a deep but calm voice. He almost seemed amused.
"Whoa there, you look like someone's killing your dog. I heard you screaming about a doctor, is something up?"
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Zandor remained in the room with the two black haired humans. One was older, and the other had an odd taste of fashion. And really, only one concerned Zandor any, given that he had relations with the Winchesters. Anyone with spirit sense would realize there were both demonic energies swirling around him, almost feeding him. The fact was he was suppressing the energies of two figures by feeding on them. One Samuel Winchester and his senses and one far more powerful entity... he smirked. With that combination Sam would have no way of picking up on the presence of yet another demon lord...
...and Zandor's alliance was to a Lord before Crowley, any day. He wasn't a fool.
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Post by Jilak on Jan 11, 2011 23:31:09 GMT -5
John had indeed been quite out of it. Truth was, he was worried about Dean. He could have had anything, from pneumonia to malaria. As such, he was quite surprised when he ran into what felt like a wall. Even moreso when he looked up and discovered that he'd actually run into a man. A rather tall man, at that. As he spoke, there was something about him that John didn't trust. He just couldn't quite put his finger on it. A gut feeling, if you would. But he pushed it back. His son was more important, at the moment.
"Based on the coat, I'll assume you're a doctor. My son's sick, he might be dying. I'll lead you to his room if you think you can help." John responded.
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Egon hadn't noticed Zandor's presence. Egon was asleep. After William had left him, his medicines had kicked in, putting him right back out of it. Even if he'd been patched up, he was still heavily injured. So regardless of whether he was awake or not, he wouldn't be much help. Danny was a different story.
It was perhaps unwise of Zandor not to suppress Phantom. As a result, he got a boost. Danny... was still unconscious. PHANTOM, however, was very conscious. For the first time in a while. The eyes of the body that was Daniel's snapped open, revealing a pair of bright red irises. He brought a hand to his view, flexing it. It had been so long since he'd been dominate. So, so long.
With the red eyes came Danny's ghost form. It was... different, somehow. It radiated more energy than it had since Danny had come to the island, maybe since Danny had received it. He scanned the room. There were two unfamiliar men in it. One was asleep, the other... wasn't.
"Who the hell are you?" Phantom asked, getting to his feet. His hands glowed green. All of Danny's powers, none of his self control...
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 11, 2011 23:38:01 GMT -5
The man raised an eyebrow at John's words. However, his expression was serious. He glanced in the direction of the lobby for half a second before turning towards John.
"I'm not sure why we haven't received any information about it if he's a current patient, but I can help him if you'll take me to him," the man said. He sounded serious enough about the situation.
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Zandor had been leaning back with his eyes closed as he drew out energy from both the Winchester and Demon Lord. However, as soon as Phantom's energy flared his eyes snapped open, and he turned a startled head towards where the boy was, who was now climbing to his feet and staring at the thing that was a lot less human than Crowley had deemed important to tell him. For about half a second his supression of the Demon Lord John was unkowingly talking to and Sam blipped, but he had it back as he glared at Phantom.
"It depends. Who or what the hell are you?"
Damn, it was strong. He didn't know what it was, but it was strong. And there was no way in hell he could suppress the other entity without laxing on his supression of Leviathan. That was a lot of energy to deal with, after all. However, he would just appear arrogant to Phantom.
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Post by Jilak on Jan 12, 2011 1:27:33 GMT -5
John brushed off the man's former outburst. It had come BEFORE his question, after all. He seemed normal enough, for a doctor. John shook his head, in an attempt to shake off his worry.
"It's nothing. His room's this way." John said, turning and walking for Dean's room.
In that brief moment when the gentleman had looked to the side and snarled, a huge red flag had gone up for Sam. But as quickly as it had come, it was gone. Something was here. Something was here and something was blocking him from sensing it. That wasn't good.
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Phantom didn't give an immediate response. Instead, he continued to flex his glowing right hand. He could feel it. It had been years since he'd surfaced, and he could feel such... power flowing through him. It felt like he was at the height of his game. He liked it. He really, really liked it. He gave his hand one more flex before turning to the nearby window. He had to test it. Had to see how well his ectoblasts were working. Opening his palm, he released. An impressive emerald beam of light left his hand, completely removing the window, the pane, and a good portion of the wall. He smiled a small smile, before turning back to Zandor.
"Phantom. I'm Phantom. In my prime, I was one of the more powerful ghosts in the Ghost Zone. I had respect. I seem to have lost it in my downtime." At this Phantom stood, his body movements still slightly stiff, disjointed. Even though he was on the surface, he still had Danny's body. It was a form more solid than he was used to, that was certain.
"It would seem I'll have to rip this island asunder to earn it back. If that's the case, what better place to start than with you?" Phantom vanished.
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John took a moment's pause, a moment's hesitation. He wasn't entirely sure he could trust this man. Doctor or not, it was... odd. His gut was telling him to be sure he wasn't dangerous before leading him to his wounded sons. Which is exactly what he tried.
"Just one thing, first. Tell me if this means anything to you. Christo."
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 12, 2011 2:20:35 GMT -5
There was a brief moment where the doctor's hand tightened on John's shoulder. The man snarled and looked to the side. He'd never been that good about facades, really. This was about half a second before John asked his question, so the doctor assumed it was from his reaction. Zandor restored his suppression just as John said his word, and the man smoothed down the momentary worry. Sam, however, would have probably gotten a red flag the size of Texas as both their suppressions had dropped, but it would be gone now as well.
"Christo? As in the Count? Or do you mean my pendant?" the doctor asked with a puzzled expression. He shook his head, "I'm not sure what that has to do with anything, but didn't you say your son was in trouble?"
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Zandor didn't know who the hell a Phantom was. He knew what one was, he hadn't been born last century, but this seemed tobe a case of who. His eyes had widened and he'd begun to wonder about his life when the "boy" had blasted a hole in the wall big enough for three men to walk through, enough that he'd taken a step back in surprise.
He whirled around as Phantom vanished, expecting an attack from behind. He was keeping his senses open, there had been a definite energy to the being before, and he had a vague idea. If it tried to attack him he'd fire off an attack... although he wasn't really quite sure what. He couldn't suppress his opponent's power by leeching energy, not without releasing his control on Leviathan or Samuel. And his chances were better here then if he pissed off a Demon Lord. He looked rather pissed, though.
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Post by Jilak on Jan 12, 2011 4:17:33 GMT -5
John shook off the man's outburst. It had come before his utterance, after all. It wasn't something he could fault the man for. He shook his head, shaking off his worry. Dean had to take priority at the moment.
"It's... it's nothing. I thought you were someone else, for a moment. Room's right this way." John responded, leading the individual to Dean's room.
A moment before, however, as the individual in question had his outburst, a huge red flag went up for Sam. Something was there. Something very powerful was there. And something else was blocking him from sensing it. That was never a good sign.
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Phantom was enjoying himself so, so much. It had been too long, far too long, since he'd been topside. In another universe, under different conditions, he might have immediately gone on a killing spree. But here and now, there was fun to be had. He wasn't sure how long it would be before his host became the dominant personality, so he had to get the best out of it while it lasted.
As such, no immediate attack came for Zandor. For a moment, it was silent. Before Phantom appeared from thin air, that is. If any attack came for him, unless it was able to hit an intangible being, it would miss. He gave a rather hearty chuckle. He had no intention of killing Zandor, not yet. He could remember flashes of what his host had been doing up to his incapacitation. He could remember the men who saved them. Something... important... what were their name's again...?
"Fells good to be top-side again. Tell me, demon. At least, I assume that's what you are. I've run into your kind before. But in any case, tell me. Where are... Sam and Dean Winchester?" Phantom asked, their names returning to him.
"There was a kid, William. Figure I should know where he is as well, being that he seems to be my host's lover or something."
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 12, 2011 4:39:10 GMT -5
Zandor, however, hadn't unleashed an attack at all as Phantom appeared again. He'd pulled his hand back and there had been a surge of energy fuelled by both the Winchester and the Demon Lord, but he'd stopped himself. The creature wasn't intending on attacking. He kept his arm up and narrowed his gaze as Phantom addressed him and demanded information on the Winchesters and some "kid" he didn't know about. He scoffed.
"That would be priveledged information. No matter how dangerous you think you are, I'd have to be a fool to give you what you wanted," he raised an eyebrow at Phantom's implication, "Well, well, I'd call him a little young for that. Kids are getting active earlier these days, eh?"
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Inwardly, the man was pissed. Zandor was going to have to explain himself once he handled the situation here. With how much energy that was being sapped, maintaining his human form took effort. Had that dip happened when the man before him had said that word, it was possible he would have given a sign for the man to operate on. Outwardly, he just gave a nod and followed after John, having to duck down under one set of doors. Hospitals were not generally designed for men of his height.
When the door to the room opened, the man was quick to move to Dean's side, crouching down and checking Dean's pulse. There actually was a name tag on the man's lab coat. Dr. Jonah Van der Zee. Sam was probably on edge as the man went through a few quick checks, and Dean coughed... but wasn't conscious.
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Post by Jilak on Jan 12, 2011 4:56:28 GMT -5
Phantom chuckled to himself. He liked this demon, he really did. He was amusing, and he was rather bold. Not to mention, that surge of energy told him that either he had more power than he was letting on, or... something else. If he hadn't just awoken, he would probably have been able to work it out. But as it stood, neural passageways were still connecting. He was still in the middle of a mental reboot, so to speak. Unfortunately, he was adamant in his need for the information he requested.
"Heh, yeah. To make matters worse he also has a girlfriend. I suspect he's cheating on both of them with each other. Unfortunately I must end our pleasantries." Phantom said. In a flash, he'd stuck an intangible arm in Zandor's chest. His fist went tangible upon entry, as he wrapped a glowing, burning palm around the heart of Zandor's host. It wasn't enough to kill said host. But he was likely having trouble breathing.
"Now. My arm's intangible, but my hand is very tangible, and very on fire. A tiny bit of pressure and your host dies. I know about you demons. It won't kill you, but it'll inconvenience you. You'll have to find a new host. And I'm not sure what you're all planning, but I'm pretty sure you being here, in this body, serves a specific purpose. I just don't know what it is. Now you tell me where the hell Sam and Dean Winchester are, or I'll rip your heart out." Phantom growled, as his eyes glowed ever brighter, accentuating his frown.
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Sam was indeed on edge. Both because of Dean's possible condition, and because of the red flag he'd been hit with. Something was very wrong in this hospital, that was for certain...
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 12, 2011 5:13:49 GMT -5
Zandor was not fond the turn the conversation had taken. He was quite aware of how dangerous this "Phantom" was. He didn't seem to be that scared of him, though, and that was a problem. The thing probably knew it was getting a power boost, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. As Phantom informed him that the conversation was over, Zandor flared "his" energy and was about to unleash a blast of it on Phantom when... when the energy suddenly flashed out of existance because Phantom had grabbed his host's flipping heart.
His eyes widened as he could feel Phantom's touch as his host's heart struggled to beat. The pain from the fire was quite noticable, but a denizen of hell had experienced worse. His eyes flashed to straight dark grey a few times, as if he was having trouble maintaining presence. He heard Phantom's words, and realized that he'd released just a bit of pressure in anticipation of a response. He was letting him speak. And the surprise had also revealed something else to him... he was quite possibly fucked either way. He'd just lost his ability to suppress either the Demon Lord or the Winchester, and it was likely Phantom would feel the dip in his power.
"Room... Sixty... Four..." Zandor gasped out. He wondered if Phantom would kill his host now despite the answer. It didn't seem out of character...
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Jonah put his arms under Dean's pits and nodded towards John, "Help me by getting him onto the bed. I don't know why the hell we weren't alerted, but he needs to be hooked up to those machines. It's pneumonia, and at this point it could ki-"
He cut himself off as he suddenly felt full powers return. And he knew if he had his back, Samuel sure as hell had his back. His arms scooped up tigher around Dean and he pulled the man closer, his gaze shifting to Sam. He would wait before doing more than ensuring the Winchester couldn't be taken from him, but he was ready to take a hostage the second the shit hit the fan like it so potentially could...
What the fuck was Zandor doing?!
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