Intro | Haunted Hotel (for lulz) | 7H Curse | BYOA (if you like)

[iustiviri]

The loud shrill of the alarm is the first thing that wakes him, the second is the fact he's lying on his back and blinking up at a pristine white ceiling. Without thinking he arcs his arm out and slaps the alarm with his hand, fingers fumbling blindly to turn the damn thing off before it gives him a headache. He succeeds, but jerks his hand back

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[siswinchester]

Dana wakes up to the sound of someone shouting her brothers name. Blinking her eyes open blearily, she stares up at the ceiling seemingly confused. "...the hell...?" She mumbles, pushing to sit up and listening hard. She doesn't hear anything, though she is fucking confused to where she is. This isn't the crap motel she fell asleep in last night. And Dad isn't around she notices as she takes survey of the room.

Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she pushes up, still in her tank top and shorts that she fell asleep in. Suddenly on high alert, she reaches to grab for the gun usually stashed beneath her pillow, only to find it isn't there. "Motherfuck..." This isn't good, she's really awake now, thinking the worst. Moving for the door, she yanks it open, only to be met by a long hallway. And is that a man standing there...? And here she is with no weapon, for the love of God...this morning blew.

[iustiviri]

Dean grinds to a halt when the door swings open and without hesitation he brings his sawed-off up, level with his gaze as the woman steps out from the room. He lowers the weapon only slightly, still unsure of what's really going on though he's got the gist of it at least, knows where he's at and what kinda place this is, just no fucking clue how to get the hell out.

He nods to the woman -- and damn, she's pretty hot to boot -- making a motion with his gun. "You alright?" He asks, more so because he hasn't encountered anyone else here yet and isn't sure if she's real, some sort of weird ass hallucination or you know, a demon or some shit. He's only got his sawed-off, a plain silver knife he nicked from one of the other rooms and his beretta, both of which were tucked into the back of his jeans beneath his shirts.

[siswinchester]

Her first instinct is to grab for her gun, though remembering herself, she curses and is about to make a dodge out of the way when he seems to stop. Blinking, she stands wearily in the doorway, eying the familiar weapon in his hand.

"For the love of God, you go around pointing that thing at everyone? You're lucky I don't..." She pauses, probably threatening the guy not the best idea. Though after a moment, she finds herself staring at him thoughtfully, and maybe a bit appreciatively. Damn, well, at least he was attractive.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just...fuck, I woke up here and swore I heard someone callin' my brothers name." She says puzzled, rubbing at the back of her head. "Where the hell are we?"

[iustiviri]

"Lucky you don't what, shoot me?" He asks, waving his shotgun back and forth a bit. "You're lucky I didn't pump you full of rock salt just then, Christ. It might not kill you but it hurts like a bitch. Jesus, you don't just barrel out of a room like that." Scared the shit out of him, honestly. He's been so damn on edge since he got here and fuck, he can't find Sam either, not knowing if he got left behind or if he's somewhere in this fucking place, wandering around like his dumbass brother.

"Your brother?" Cause that's got his attention alright. "Yeah, m'lookin' for mine too. We got split up, or somethin', I don't know. But he wasn't there when I woke up." A slight shrug at that, and yeah sorry, her face is up higher, right. "Some sorta ... love hotel or some shit." God he hates saying that, it sounds so damn tacky.

[siswinchester]

"Yeah, that." She retorted, crossing her arms. She probably would have too with the way he had that thing aimed at her the second she opened the door. "And I'm not a damn spirit, put that thing away." Actually, why did he have that? Not many people carried around a weapon to blast at ghosts. Well, unless it was her or Dad.

"Well, it's not that my brother is around or anythin', fucker ran off to Stanford. It was just odd to hear his name..." So he should be safe right? She still worried about him constantly since he left. She arched a brow as he told her where they were. "A love what? Sounds kinky." And sorta fun. If ya know, she wasn't confused as all hell.

[iustiviri]

A brow raise is what she gets at that, and he wonders if .. naaah, she couldn't be, could she? "You a hunter?" He asks, because he's got to know now. If she was, then fuck that was great. It means she knows what she's doing and he's not gonna have to play white knight all the damn time. It means she can handle her own. Not that he wouldn't mind doin' some handlin' himself...

Dean opens his mouth for a retort but snaps it closed the moment she starts talking about her brother and Stanford and his name and the only name Dean's been calling is Sammy's and... fuuuuuuuuck. No way. No fucking way.

"Yeah, s'what I said, love hotel. Look, you said your brother left for Stanford. His name .. Sam, by any chance? Sam Winchester?" If this is what he thinks it is then the hotel ain't gonna be the thing that kills him.

[siswinchester]

Dana lifts both brows, tilting her head. "Yeah, I am. I'm a bit pissed my gun is missin' though." She gripes.

A strange look comes over him and she wonders what that's all about until he say's Sams name. Then she's on alert again, shoulders tensing.

"...how do ya know Sammy? Is he here?"

[iustiviri]

Sweet baby Jesus this was not happening. Not. Happening. This place was truly fucked up.

".. My brother's name is Sam Winchester." He starts, trying to look as serious as he can so she doesn't think he's trying to fuck with her... not that he wouldn't like to but that's a whole other story right there, especially if she is who he's thinking she is and... yeah kinda fucked up.

"And my name's Dean Winchester." He pauses a minute and then continues, "Your parents are John and Mary? Mary died when Sam was, what, six months old? Am I ringin' any bells?"

[siswinchester]

Alright. She was about to start throwin' punches. There was no fucking way anything he was saying was true.

"First, Sammy is my brother. And yeah, John is my father and my mom died in a fire when Sam was a baby. How the hell...Dean?" She didn't want to believe him, because it just couldn't be fuckin' true. But stranger shit had happened to her. "Well Dean, I'm Dana Winchester. And seeing as I'm pretty damn sure I don't have another brother I don't know about, this just has to be...a trick, or somethin'. What is this supposed to mean?"

[iustiviri]

This was getting weirder and fucking weirder by the minute. He'd like to wake up aaaany time now, thanks.

It only put him just a tiny bit at ease that so far their histories seemed to match up. This .. this just seemed to be some sort of female version of him. Hell, he'd seen worse. He supposed there could be some sort of alternate world out there somewhere where he's a hot chick instead.

And boy was he hot. He couldn't help but grin a little at that. "No idea, but it seems that whatever dragged us here is able to .. I don't know dimension hop? Or some weird ass trekkie shit like that. Sam would know, the big geek."

[siswinchester]

"He probably would..." She muttered, eying his grin. If he was anything like her, which from the sounds of it, he was, he was probably musing on how damn good looking they were. Are. What the hell?

"So. You're just me. But a hot guy." She decided, following his train of thought. "Well, good to know I'm sexy either way, not that surprisin' though."

[iustiviri]

"Yep, just like you're me, but a hot chick." He said, leering. "Very hot chick." Damn, he bet it was a lot easier for her to get laid lookin' like a chick. "Course it ain't, all the Winchesters are hot." He said, like it should be obvious.

"So, you wanna .. put some clothes and we'll head out, see what's what?" Dean asked, eying her current state of dress. "Not that I mind if you don't, of course." He wondered if it was supposed to be weird that he was standing here flirting with himself -- herself -- the other one of him, the girl one. Whatever.

[siswinchester]

Dana chuckled at his leering. God this was crazy and bizarre. But the more he acted just like, well her, the more she was willing to believe all this.

Shrugging, she stepped out of the room. "See, I would, but all my stuff has seemed to vanish." Yeah, she had done a quick survey of the room before she headed for the door. There was nothing, it was all bare. She was still pissed about her gun. Besides, Dana wasn't exactly modest, so she was perfectly fine parading around half dressed.

Also. She decided she didn't mind the flirting. She was goin' to end up doin' it too, because, please, he, she, was her type. Even if it was a tad confusing. Winking, she peered down the hall curiously. "If it would make you feel better, you can remove some clothin' if you'd like."

[iustiviri]

He gave a small snort at that and smirked. "You sure me losin' clothes wouldn't make you feel better?" He asked with a raise of his brow. It was amusing to say the least to meet someone so much like himself. Well, she was him, technically but yeah whatever -- thinking about that shit was giving him a goddamn headache.

Reaching behind him, Dean pulled out his gun and checked the clip before handing it over to her. "Don't lose it. I love that gun." He'd had that thing forever almost, took care of it and kept it damn near brand new.

"So, up or down." He asked, pointing down the hall toward the elevator he didn't remember being there before.

[siswinchester]

Glancing back at him once more, her lips curled up, an amused spark in her eyes. "Actually, the view would be better then, so yeah, I guess I would feel better. Seeing as this place is damn dreary and all. Makes a gal feel all scared and vulnerable."

Flickering her gaze down to the offered gun, she arched a brow, reaching out for it. "Yeah, I know, me too." She replied, wishing she had jeans on to tuck it in. Instead, she just lifted the back of her tank and tucked it into her shorts, flipping it back down over it. Wasn't exactly well hidden, but it would have to do.

Following his finger towards the elevator, she shrugged. "Let's go down."

[iustiviri]

He couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped and really he wasn't all that surprised by her answer considering it /was/ something he'd say. "Well, if it makes you feel better then." He said, removing his flannel shirt and tying it around his waist, leaving him in only the tight fitting dark tee he wore beneath it.

Dean grinned at her choice of words. Nope, he definitely wouldn't mind going down either, he thought as his eyes tracked down the length of her before snapping back up and over to the elevator. "Let's get crackin' then," replied Dean as he headed for the elevator, punching the down button once they reached it, watching it light up and the metal doors slide open a moment later.

"Ladies first~" He said with a sweep of his hand.