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[There's a curt 'whoa', a thud, and then a grumbling. It's the voice of a young man, who very shortly appears over the feed, blinking at the camera. He doesn't seem to notice it's recording at first, as he turns the device over in his hands a few times, muttering about 'the others' and 'yellow eyes.' Finally, he catches sight of the the light that signals he's on view, and his expression is suddenly surprise!]

Uh-- hey? Not sure what's... going on with this phone...

[There's a brief interlude, during which he examines the thing again.]

... Yeah. Well, gonna keep it simple. I'm not sure where I am. Honestly? I'm probably just dreaming. That's more likely than any alternative. But, if I've been whisked off to some other place? Just... let me know where I am?

[He pauses, and then frowns, brows knitted together in a sort of resolved expression.]

And, if this is your doing, Yellow-Eyes... I'm coming for you.

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[Dean has seen two Sam Winchesters come and go. Sure, they weren't exactly the cream of the crop, and that's what really broke his heart. Knowing that something was profoundly off about them. Maybe he had been expecting too much - maybe he hadn't expected enough.

It didn't hurt when they left, though, because it felt so routine and they weren't even that familiar.

But this voice reminds him of the whiny kid he grew up with.

...looking at the feed, this kid is the whiny kid he grew up with.]

Sammy?

[Yellow-Eyes. If that isn't a blast from the past, then Dean's name is Calvin Klein.

And it's not.]

[Sam's seen Dean pretty recently, so it's with a quizzical expression that he peers over the feed, quirking an eyebrow.]

... Get out of my dream, dude. Seriously.

[He'd just started exploring, too. You're ruining everything.]

[Wow, now that's familiar.]

This ain't a dream, princess, so don't get your skirts in a bunch.

'Course it is. Unless you're Yellow-Eyes, and you're not--

[He pauses abruptly. ... And some terrible fear bubbles up in the pit of his stomach.]

Christo.

[Not even a flinch.

This is the first time he's gotten the full-court press from any Sam, and honestly? Dean shouldn't be so surprised. But it's been a while, and he's rusty.]

Should I cut myself with silver, too? Drink some holy water? Do the can-can?

[An older Sam might go through the whole song and dance with the silver and holy water. An older Sam might also forget about the whole thing in an exhausted sort of haze. But, this Sam drops it only because he's still on the side of bright-eyed and busy-tailed, and because. Dean. Sam actually beams at his brother, now that he's confirmed it's him.]

Very funny. Want to tell me what the hell's going on? Or should I keep making shots in the dark?

You fell down the rabbit hole, dude.

[If you thought you were tripping before, just you wait.]

Welcome to Wonderland. The weather's sunny and there's a hundred-percent chance somethin' screwy is bound to happen.

[He's entirely serious, too, and not planning on mincing words.]

Hi, Sam. ~~[Previous CR, what previous CR ;;]~~

Ha, ha. ['Serious,' his foot.] Look, whatever you've been smoking lately? Cut it out. None of this makes any sense.

[Behold, his Serious face.]

I was in Cold Oak ten minutes ago, and now this.

Hi, uh-- [Yeah, he doesn't know you.]

... Have we met?

Hello... Erm, You might want to take it easy. If I had to guess, this Yellow-Eyes person has nothing to do with you being here.

Long story short, you're not dreaming, though that would make far more sense then most of this place does... This is Wonderland.

[He gives a weak, quirked grin that is half wince. He's still getting used to Wonderland despite being here a while.]

...Cold Oak?

[Damn, so this is...this is Sam before everything really hit the fan for them. Information that Dean plans on keeping secret for the time being. No sense messing around with his life here.]

Well...uh...remember the Mystery Spo- No, guess you wouldn't, huh? Okay, so like, suspend your disbelief for a second.

[You guys hunt monsters, Dean.]

...all right, suspend it...more than the usual...for a second. Parallel universes and crap. Whaddayou know about 'em?

I've met you, but you don't remember. [Clearly.]

My name's Souji.

[... Okay, now Sam's suspicious again. And he's eying the camera.]

... Whatever's going on, can we talk about it in person? Connection might not even be secure.

[Says the hacker.]

[Oh. Awkward.]

... Sorry about that. Nice to meet you... again.

[You big baby.

No one could possibly care about their transmission, but if it makes Sam feel better, then it's fine.]

Yeah, sure. Where the Hell are you?

Yeah, so I've heard. [Sam's tone is slightly wearied, though not particularly annoyed.]

We haven't met before, have we?

Uh--

[Good question. Give him a minute to figure it out.

Also, screw you, he's just being careful. NYEH.]

... Some kind of garden, looks like. I can see a mansion from here, and a few other things. Where're you?

It happens.

Did anyone tell you about this place?

I'm in the mansion. I'll meet you outside - I think there's a big fountain by the gardens somewhere. Stay put.

[Because it would be a pain in the ass for Sam to wander and leave them missing each other, like playing phone tag.]

Alright. I'll see you there.

[He's spotted the fountain by now, and wanders over to hang out in the area, keeping a watchful eye out for his brother.]

Yeah, my brother. I'm still kind of... figuring things out.

It takes a little while to get used to it.

[A beat.]

Who's Yellow-Eyes?

[Dean had been poking around through a selection of DVDs, trying to decide whether A Fistful of Dollars would be a better use of his time than High Plains Drifter.

It's no skin off his back to get him downstairs, out and about the mansion grounds, so he ~~runs in slow motion with an epic soundtrack playing in the background~~ jogs across the garden towards the lanky frame at the fountain, waving a hand in the air.]

Dude!

[Good to see that frowny face again.]

Edited 2012-05-20 22:27 (UTC)

No, you're not dreaming. This is Wonderland, but someone's probably already told you that much.

[He doesn't sound terribly enthusiastic, but as one of the people trapped here the longest, it's sort of his responsibility to respond to ~~handsome men out of his age range~~ newbies whenever he can. Even if he's said the same basic script a million times already. But one part stirred some curiosity.]

Who is Yellow Eyes?

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