Dean shifted, his mind drifting up from unconsciousness. He felt really comfortable, lying on his stomach and breathing in the scent of fabric freshener in the pillow under his head. It was nice. But things felt sort of fuzzy. Dean opened his eyes a little and took in the world around him.
There was a night stand only a foot from his head. The
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"There is something wrong with these pictures." Dean said. "Something is missing in them and when ever I try to think of what...things just get fuzzier."
He set the pictured back down, a bit more firmly than he should have. He scanned the room once more and then cast his eyes upward. "Gabriel! Joke's over! Get you ass down here!" Dean barked at the ceiling.
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Dawn seriously thought that there was something wrong with her. Maybe she had hit her head as she got a look at their host. Oh dear lord those pants were WAY to tight. She bit the inside of her mouth to keep from laughing. She cleared her throat as soon as she found her laughing fit had gone.
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"There is a door here." He said through his teeth. "Isn't it like...sorta hard to miss?" He glanced at Buffy.
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"You would think," Buffy said, running a frustrated hand through her hair, "Maybe we could shoot our way through. Unless this is just going to get even more ridiculous and we need to say a password or something." She sighed, "I really wouldn't put it past him."
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Then something painful pinched the back of his neck. Dean reached up and smacked at it, assuming it to be a bug in this arid field. All sorts of crap was floating through the air around them anyway. Why not a few bugs.
His hand hit something big, way to big to be a small bug. And it had limbs. And it wriggled.
The sensation itself in his hands and against his neck was all Dean needed to jump right out of his skin.
"Son of a bitch!" He flung his hand away and watched as an honest to god pixie sailed through the air and hit the ground. "Jesus! That was just...just gross" The hunter grimaced as he touched the back of his stinging neck and pulled back a spot of blood on his fingers.
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The hunter crossed his arms over his chest, feeling a little more secure with his limbs wrapped around himself right now than away from his body. "Which is the fastest way to get that prick Gab-Jareth down here so I can shoot him for kidnapping my brother?"
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The carved faces in the wall began speaking as Hoggle approached.
"Don;'t go on!" one face spoke.
"Go back while you still can." another warned, followed by yet another, "This is not the way!" "Take head and go no further." "Beware, beware, beware." another chanted like a mantra. "Soon it will be too late." he rounded another corner. "Beware the path your on will lead to certain destruction."
Just then a small crystal orb rolled past their feet and into the cup of what appeared to be a goblin beggar. 'What do we have here?" the beggar asked.
"Nothing." Hoggle answered.
"Nothing?" the beggar stood shirking his disguise. It was Gabe/Bowie. "You wouldn't be helping them would you?"
"Helping?" he sounded scared.
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"Of course, if you hurt them in any way, you're going to find out what the word 'slayer' really means," she warned, taking a step forward and moving behind Gabe/Bowie with her dagger aimed at his back.
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