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The feeling of dirt is caught in her throat and everything is hazy. She isn't entirely sure how she got where she is, but everything hurts in a way that usually comes with blow to the head. Not that she's had many in her lifetime, but once is enough really. One hand presses against her forehead, as though that will help clear some of the memories from how she got there in the first place, but so far it's just a blur.

It's not right. None of this is right.

There's something glowing and beeping ahead of her, but she can't focus on that. Her eyes fall on the plaid shirt next to her and then follows it up to his face. She moves forward, one hand reaching for his shoulder and starting to shake him gently.

"Dean. Dean, wake up." Please don't be dead.

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we all know how well dean reacts to being woken up

[iusti]

Dean comes to with a start and has to stop himself from actually trying to strike Bela. He's never done good with people waking him up like that. She's lucky he didn't have one of his knives on him. There would have most likely been a lot of swiping and a little bit of blood. He's just happy she's stopped shoving his shoulder like that.

"Stop shoving me." He snaps. "What happened? What's going on?" Dean looks really confused. He feels kinda blank. Like a bad night at a dive bar or a hunt gone crappy. A shitty headbutt usually brings this kind of pain, but he doesn't remember headbutting anyone. He doesn't remember much to be honest. That's usually a cause for concern in his line of work. Someone did something.

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"I ... I don't know. I don't remember." And while she is trying not to sound panicked, it creeps in under the edges of her voice. She turns to glance around, hands wandering out to the walls they were left by. "I think we're underground."

[iusti]

"What tipped you off? The dirt or the smell of ass?" He's not sure why he's being such a dick, but he's sore and he doesn't know what's going on. That makes for a super bad attitude about everything. Dean reaches over though and puts his hand on top of Bela's. He's not very good at apologizing. Can't get the words out. That's his way of apologizing to her these days. Better than him just ignoring it.

He swallows hard and focuses on the light ahead of them. "Everything good? All ten fingers?"

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She'll take apologies in whatever form she can get them when it comes to Dean. Her head bobs a bit in acknowledgement, before her eyes start to adjust and she tries to see more. Not that far ahead of them is a glowing blue box of some sort. It's not very big, but it's definitely not something she recognizes.

"What is that?"

[iusti]

"The blue fairy? Hell if I know." Dean can't quite make it out from here. He's still pretty fuzzy though. His head is pounding. His body aches. He's worried about how the hell they even got down here. He pushes himself upwards and gets onto his feet. He comes around to the front of Bela and reaches out to hold a hand out for her. If you had asked Dean if he was gonna help Bela Talbot get off the ground years ago then he would have laughed in your face. He would have punched you and then laughed. Now he actually likes her. Enough to not hate getting into the sack with her on occasion. "On your feet, good looking."

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She rolls her eyes as she takes his hand, pushing up onto her feet and closing her eyes as she sways slightly. Not enough that she can't stand, but the disorienting nature of how they showed up here is wearing on her, obviously.

"We should get out of here. This doesn't feel right."

[iusti]

Dean's hands go out to rest on her sides in case she topples to the floor. Once she's settled he lets go and steps back. He turns to look towards the blue light again. He can hear Bela, but all he can manage is a grunt. He's already moving towards the blue light. He can't help it. Sometimes he just wants to touch things and investigate them.

"Whaddya think this is?"

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Dean, do you know how much trouble is caused when you decide to just touch things? Bela glares slightly at his back, because that is the opposite of the way they need to go, but she follows after him all the same. She at least owes to Sam to not let his brother get himself killed.

"I'd rather not find out."

As he gets closer he can make out what looks like a timer, staring up at them from the top of the box. It's not like any explosive device he's ever seen before, but it's explosive enough to fall into a few cliches. There's about thirty seconds left on the count down, and that information has her gripping Dean's arm to pull him back.

"Dean, we need to go."

[iusti]

Dean isn't sure what the hell is going on, but a timer is never a good thing. His breathing gets heavier when he notes how much time it has left. Shit. He swallows hard and looks up at Bela. She's pulling on his arm and Dean can't quite make his legs move. He knows absolutely nothing about defusing a bomb, but he doesn't know if he should just leave it.

"Bela, run!" He hollers and starts to move. She's already moving ahead of him. Dean's already counting in his head. Trying to estimate how much time they have until that thing blows. Once he reaches one though he throws himself forward onto Bela. Basically tackling her to the ground. "Down!" It's futile, but they're not making it out of this. Dean's holding out hope that maybe one of them will.

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She runs. He doesn't have to tell her twice. It doesn't stop her from hearing the count down in the back of her mind, each second ticking as she tries to get further and further away. It's hard to believe that the woman who escaped the hellhounds coming to claim her soul, escaped the destruction of Chicago, would die in a hole in the ground with Dean Winchester, but she's sure that somehow, stranger things have happened.

She hits the ground hard when he takes her down, feeling him trying to protect her, and she knows that all she has to do is close her eyes and wait.

Three ...

Two ...

One ...

Boom.

The white light engulfs them, and everything after that is black.