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Post by Jilak on May 31, 2010 18:52:22 GMT -5
Unfortunately, the man known as Samuel Winchester's gut had failed to tell him exactly how LONG a walk it would take to get to Void City. Because honestly, it felt like at LEAST a few miles. This included no breaks, whatsoever, because quite frankly Sam didn't feel like sleeping in any random place. Especially not when they were here due to direct action by demons. Seriously, that just wasn't safe.
However, they soon came to a heavily wooded area, he and his brother Dean, and it wasn't long before Sam surmised the current dilemma. They were lost. Really, really, lost. Even worse, Sam was starting to tire, and he had a feeling Dean's ankle might have been bothering him. However, luck seemed to smile on the Winchesters for once. As Samuel looked up, he noticed the best sight they'd seen in a while.
A large castle. He couldn't help but smile. Castles usually meant lords, and lords meant a place to sleep. However, something about this place felt... odd. Sam wasn't sure why, but a voice in his head was screaming at him to turn around. But no, he and Dean were exhausted, and even IF the place was haunted, dammit, he needed a place to sleep for the night.
"Isn't that a castle?" Sam asked Dean, pointing in its general direction. He wasn't sure if his brother had noticed it or not, being that Dean wasn't always the most... observant, of the Winchesters.
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Post by mugenginga on May 31, 2010 19:38:40 GMT -5
Dean's ankle was bother him a bit. It wasn't even sprained, but with everything else wrong with him at the moment, he was feeling it. He had no intentions of admitting it, and was operating under the blissful ignorance that Sam didn't know. He wasn't favoring it to his knowledge (which was wrong), and any leaning on Sam he was doing could be passed off as general exhaustion.
He noticed the GIANT BUILDING IS GIANT a few moments after Sam. While not always the most observant, he did catch something Sam had either missed or chosen to ignore. The drawbridge was... gone. As in, there was shrapnel all over the place, most of it in the empty moat below. Moat wasn't dry per se, but the puddles and mud indicated what little water it carried was due to rainfall. Dean actually didn't note the moat, but it was there. He did note the EXPLODED BRIDGE though.
"You think that's a good idea, Sammy?" Dean looked at him. There were traces of overprotective older brother there, but the worry was genuine, "Can you handle it?"
Sam had been getting more sensitive as time went on, after all. So if the place was haunted, it could be a problem. An abanoned castle like this? It was more than likely, although whether the ghosts would bother them was anyone's guess. He found himself guessing they would...
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Post by Jilak on May 31, 2010 20:24:50 GMT -5
Sam had chosen to ignore the exploded bridge, because honestly, it would be MURDER on his mental state if he thought about what could have actually done that. Honestly, if they were dealing with another poltergeist or demon or something of the like, they'd be screwed. And quite frankly, if they didn't rest here for the night, the least they could do was get directions or something of the sort.
And then Dean asked his question. Sam actually had to chuckle, to be honest. While he had been getting more sensitive as time went on, he was still a Winchester. John Winchester was still his father, and he'd still been fighting demons and monsters his entire life. Yeah, he was pretty sure he could handle a haunted castle... maybe.
"Of course I can. I grew up with Dean Winchester." Sam responded, chuckling, if perhaps in spite of himself.
They'd have to walk through a moat, though, which might have presented problems had it not been mostly dry. However, as Sam reached the draw bridge, he noticed something... odd. Something that made him have to ask a very important question of himself.
Had someone... had someone been crucified here?
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Post by mugenginga on Jun 2, 2010 17:10:20 GMT -5
"Damn right you did. And don't forget it."
In addition to the comment, Sam had actually gotten a smile and a slight chuckle from his older brother at that comment. With that, the group had made their way to the front of the castle, allowing a clear view of the courtyard within. Dean had for about half a second been stunned at the pieces of wood there. It was rather chopped up, and quite a bit of the original construct seemed to be missing, but it looked like a crucifix had been there. If he was guessing right from the distance, the display was about two weeks old. The pieces of wood seemed pretty even, meaning someone (something, he corrected himself) must have chopped the cross up. Not a usual way of bringing someone down, had they been rescued? He adjusted his position on Sam's shoulders and winced a bit as he put weight on the ankle. Not sprained, but sore. he let out a sigh.
"If it's not one thing, its another... If we're going in there, we might as well go," Dean looked up and gave a smirk towards Sam as he pointed with his free hand, "Unless you want to spend the night in the creepy woods over there?"
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Post by Jilak on Jun 4, 2010 1:24:04 GMT -5
Sam glanced back at the woods they had... sort of kind of almost emerged from as Dean gestured, and grimaced a bit. To be quite honest, the forest reminded Sam a bit too much of the one they'd had to go through to find the Wendigo. And that wasn't an experience he liked remembering, for obvious reasons. Eldritch Abominations that had to be killed with fire? Yeah, no thanks.
In any case, the creepy castle, with its destroyed drawbridge, and its destroyed crucifix, was still more inviting than those WOODS. Jesus, he did not want to be out here when night struck. Especially not with John all disappeared and stuff.
"Depends on if you think you can make it through the moat without breaking a nail. I mean, what with your injured ankle and all." Sam responded with a smirk of his own.
Yeah, Sam wasn't going to let him forget that he'd injured his ankle from, what, a two foot drop? Even if it wasn't a major injury, he was still feeling it more than he should have been. Mind you, he was more injured to BEGIN with, but still.
And hey, maybe this place would have salt!
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Post by mugenginga on Jun 4, 2010 1:46:10 GMT -5
"I don't know, I'd be more worried about you messing up your oh so pretty hair," Dean snarked back.
He didn't even wait for a response to that before he pulled his arm of Sam. He took a moment to stabilize how he could move his ankle before walking over to the edge of the moat and sliding down into it. He glanced back to make sure Sam was with him before he walked over to the other side and hoisted himself up. It all took maybe two minutes from start to finish. His shirt and pants were now covered in mud, an interesting compliment to the blood, but he seemed well enough. He turned and made a point of looking impatient as he waited for Sam. All just to be a jerk, naturally.
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Post by Jilak on Jun 23, 2010 23:20:24 GMT -5
Sam sincerely hoped this odd castle had a shower. Though, the fact that the surrounding moat had dried spoke poorly of his chances to find running water. By the time he pulled himself up on the other side, his clothing was covered with mud. Hell, he'd even managed to get a bit in his HAIR, having tripped on the way to the other side. In his defense, he'd just been healed by archangel Gabriel after being hit by a car. He wasn't exactly at the top of his game at the moment.
He glanced over at Dean, whom had been waiting impatiently. Honestly though, only one word came to mind as Sam brushed what mud he could from his mane.
"Jerk."
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Post by mugenginga on Jun 23, 2010 23:28:03 GMT -5
Dean had looked concerned for about half a second as Sam tripped. He wasn't sure he could help his younger brother up if he got himself hurt. No, that wasn't true. He'd help Sam up even if he passed out doing so. A combination of related and somewhat reckless wasn't always the greatest thing. In another time, another world, Dean would have likely pulled stupider shit. So all in all, it was a relief when not only did Sam recover, but he added to the humor of the situation by getting some mud in his hair. Dean made no attempt to not laugh at the situation. This was responded by a jab by Sam.
"Maybe, but at least I'm a jerk without mud in his eye," Dean replied, pointing out a bit of the smearing Sam had over his left face. He propped one hand up against the of the castle entryway and looked around. After a moment he turned towards an area to the back left and pointed, "Given the period this thing seems to be from, the closest thing to a function bedroom would probably be in that wing. I don't exactly suggest sleeping in any beds we find. Things are probably infested."
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Post by Jilak on Jun 23, 2010 23:54:17 GMT -5
Sam looked in the direction Dean pointed. That was actually... that was actually quite shocking, really. Sam had to pause for a moment, looking to Dean, mouth agape.
"...I'm more surprised by the fact that you know that than the crucifix out back, really." Sam stated, looking around a bit more. This castle, it was quite... interesting. Sam wasn't exactly an architect, so he couldn't EXACTLY say which era it was from, but he knew it was old. Very, very old.
And that was a problem. An old castle might mean ghosts. An d since Sam couldn't guess the era from which the castle was, it could be the spirit of anyone. the spirit of the prince that had resided there, hell, even that of a random teenager with snow white hair and glowing green eyes. Sam didn't KNOW. But quite frankly it was between possibly haunted castle and creepy woods, and Sam was pretty sure he and Dean could handle whatever was in here. Samuel gave one last, furtive glance around the room before walking past Dean.
"C'mon. Sooner we look around the place, sooner I can take a shower."
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Post by mugenginga on Jun 24, 2010 16:40:13 GMT -5
Dean had to look at Sam to see if he was joking about the shower. The moat had been dried up, and Sam was supposed to be the smart one. Okay, sure he'd pulled the location of the bedrooms out of his ass. So sue him, castles were covered a lot in some of the stuff he'd learned from their father. Still, did Sam actually think there'd be running water in this place? The worst part was, he couldn't be sure if Sam was joking or not. Maybe he was more tired than he thought...
"I'm more concerned with the kitchen. That 'angel' sure left us up shit creek without a paddle," Dean grumbled, "At this point I'd be happy with any gun. If we're going to go, though, then we should go."
Dean didn't wait for a response from Sam before walking forward. If Sam wasn't next to him in seconds though, he'd stop and give a confused look at Sam. The issue was, the place probably was haunted. Castles generally weren't in the middle of nowhere like this. Forts, maybe. Castles, no. Still, shower or not, the older Winchester son would prefer to be inside. Not that relaxing seemed all that possible in a place like this...
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Post by Jilak on Aug 9, 2010 20:48:14 GMT -5
Sam quickly followed Dean, looking around as he did. This place just didn't feel... didn't feel right. In Sam's opinion, it felt, for lack of a better word, sick. Could a building really be sick? Sam supposed that with enough activity, over time wounds would be formed... much like something a certain Missouri Mosely had once stated. Though if the current event was anything similar, then that implied that 'real evil' had once walked these very same halls... a thought which sent shivers down Samuel's spine. But he couldn't think about that right now. No, had to focus on the task at hand, try to get his bearings... but Sam shared Dean's sentiments. Gabriel had indeed left them up a river of excrement without accurate propulsion system.
Samuel continued to look around. Destroyed bridge and crucifix not included, the castle showed generally normal signs of wear and tear. The clacking of his shoes on the unpolished floor unsettled the younger Winchester. Truth be told, this place was too... too quiet. And not in the general sense of 'okay I guess maybe no one's lived here in a while', but... Samuel wasn't aware of any NATURAL sounds, either. He heard no animals, no rushing of water(perhaps justified by the dried moat that suggested that this place was long since dry), no... nothing. Just his slightly labored breathing and the sound of his own footsteps, really.
"Feels like we're in a friggin' Scooby Doo cartoon without Velma and Daphne." Sam commented, facial expression mirroring his worry more than he'd have liked.
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Post by mugenginga on Aug 10, 2010 12:23:24 GMT -5
Dean had quite the snark for that, but there was quite a bit of worry in Sam's face. The older Winchester son seemed to think about something for a moment before shaking his head. Hell, they were here anyways. Might as well make the most of it. Dean was keeping an eye on his surroundings though as he spoke, projecting his worry in his own manner. The levity of his words didn't carry well as a result.
"Everyone knows the only reason they ever caught those ghosts was Scooby, anyways," Dean jabbed, "I get to unmask the guy if we catch him."
It was unlikely a response was made. As it was, even Dean was feeling how very empty the castle was. Their footsteps were resounding far too much. This place seemed emptier than even that insane asylum had been. If he'd focused, Dean had a feeling he could even feel his heart beat. It was just something about the very air of the place that set a person on edge.
So when a footstep that belonged to neither of the Winchester siblings came from down the hall, it was no understatement to call it deafening. Dean's hand shot out and blocked Sam from taking another step forward, the arm positioned directly in front of his little brother's chest. He narrowed his eyes into a glare and spoke before Sam would have a chance to.
"I'm not in the mood for stupid ass pranks! If you're human, hurry up and show your sorry face!"
Half a beat of silence passed. During that time, Dean realized he wanted desperately for someone to answer. Someone human/i], he noted. He didn't expect it though, so his entire body tensed up as a man looked out from one of the side rows. His eyes looked wide, but his smile was a bit unsettling. He seemed far more amused by the presence of others than surprised. He stepped out the rest of the way from the sidepath.
"My my, I can not with honesty say I expected the arrival of others. Surely not in such a place as this. Who might you two young men be?"
Now that he'd fully stepped out, his full appearance could be seen. He was dressed in a rather nice blood red silk shirt. The cuffs were closed and appeared to be silver celtic knots, although that wasn't easily apparent from a distance. The buttons of the shirt were plain silver and the entire shirt looked extremely well taylored. As a result it showed how deathly skinny the man was, it honestly looked like he was skirting the edges of starvation.
His pants were high quality slacks and pitch black in color. They were as tailored for his form as the shirt was. He had on polished black dress shoes snapped shut with silver buckles. In both his ears were two earrings, the larger and lower one being a medium sized silver hoop and the one above it being a small silver celtic knot.
Despite how extremely well dressed he was, none of it would be the most noticable part of his appearance to the brothers. That prize was easily won by the man's pale silver hair. It was long, coming down to a thick point just past the middle of his lower legs. Two bangs flaired out from the center of his head and had a medium level of thickness. A bit of the hair was pulled up from behind his ears and braided together at the back center. It formed the illusion of a half crown.
His eyes looked rather knowing, and were downright creepy as a result. They were dark steel blue in color. His eyebrows and lips were very then, accentuated by his wide smile. His skin was very pale, close enough to be mistaken as albino. The bones could be clearly seen on his thin fingers, which seemed a bit long for normal but not enough to mark him as freak. Even the nails were a bit longer than usual for a man and seemed to be manacured. In any case, the man and his extremely well manored way of speaking seemed to be awaiting a response.
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Post by Jilak on Aug 31, 2010 7:35:36 GMT -5
Well, that... that was different, Sam had to admit. There was just... something about this guy that unsettled Samuel. Perhaps it was his silver hair, perhaps it was his style of dress, maybe it was even his polite tone, Sam wasn't sure. He just knew that he was unsettling. And when he spoke, it sent chills down Samuel's spine. He spoke so... elegantly, similar to the way he dressed. He didn't seem to belong in such an old, worn down castle. For one thing, Sam was prompted to wonder how he seemed so clean. He and Dean had had to cross a dried MOAT to get here, so why wasn't he...?
On the other hand, he did seem to be pretty close to starvation. It made Samuel feel that he'd... always been here. But that wasn't possible, no human could survive for that long. And while, yes, the fellow hadn't exactly proved that he wasn't a ghost, or demon, or the such, Samuel wasn't really getting any reading from him. He felt as normal as Dean did, so why did he unsettle Sam so much?
Sam wasn't entirely sure how to answer his question. He felt it would be a bad idea to give their actual names, for multiple reasons. For one, due to that mess in San Fransisco a while back, Dean was sort of a fugitive. He was believed to be dead, sure, but still. As such, it would probably be best to respond with an alias, Sam felt. And if this guy was human, Sam felt there was one alias he WOULDN'T question. At least, people usually didn't question it.
"I'm Special Agent John Smith and this is my partner... McGillicuddy."
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Post by mugenginga on Aug 31, 2010 8:03:50 GMT -5
Dean was extremely on edge with the situation. His eyes were narrow as the man asked their names. The hair, it was the hair most of all. That wasn't a natural hair color and there was no indication in the form of roots that it had come out of a bottle. He wasn't putting quite the amount of thought into it that Sam was, but some part of his mind was screaming this wasn't normal. Something about this man, here...
He looked at Sam as he spoke, his first thought being that such fake names would be obviously caught. However, for now he had to go with it. A surprsingly lucid thought. Actually he was kind of annoyed Sam had taken the initiative there. Guy wasn't very good at lying in the first place.
"That's Don McGillacuddy," Dean said, giving Sam a slight elbow to indicate to him he'd screwed up.
The man didn't seem bothered by the offering of names. He in truth didn't consider to think if they were true or not. They were names, they were things to call the two young men who had been so kind to pay him a visit. He gave a polite bow of his head.
"You may refer to me as Marcus... Spellman," the man stated, lifting his head, "I must say once again how surprised I am to see someone here in this place. Beyond that, I am also quite delighted. What are you two fine young men doing in Amalthis Castle? Surely you are not in such a dusty place for purposes such as sight-seeing?"
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Post by Jilak on Sept 6, 2010 0:23:48 GMT -5
Well, okay, that was... that was odd. Admittedly Sam had chosen the names on a whim in the spur of the moment, and realized a few seconds after, not long before Dean's jab, that he'd screwed up. But judging by the other fellow's response... he definitely SEEMED to believe them. Admittedly he could've just been a very, very good liar, but... Sam didn't think so. He sounded too... genuine. Though there was a bit of a pause, Sam noted, before Marcus gave his last name. Normally he'd just write it off as surprise, but again Samuel noted how odd the fellow seemed, and chose to ponder on it later. Now wasn't the time to seem distrusting. No, no, this Marcus fellow had yet to attack them and seemed absolutely delighted to see them, so there was no point raising a petty fuss over a brief pause before giving a surname... yet.
Having recovered after his earlier screw up, Sam had an acceptable response for Marcus' next question. It would not only be a believable ruse, Sam felt, but also hopefully answer an actual question that had occurred to Sam. What... or where... exactly was Amalthis?
"Well, see, I'm a bit of a natural history buff, and I'd never heard of Amalthis before. So my partner here and I decided to check it out when we were off-duty, see if we could find any historical texts or something. And what about you? Why are you here?" Sam responded, curiously.
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