"No, Rose! Wait!" He yelled, turning from Leo at her outburst. But she had the good sense to fall instead of opening the door.
Sam came over and immediately crouched down beside her, pulling the weeping woman into his arms.
"Hey, shh," He coddled. "Everything is going to be okay."
And it would be. Hopefully. Dean would have found the others by now, and he would come for them.
The dream, on the other hand, was sick of waiting and had other plans. Without warning, the shrill sound of a baby's cry tore through the air, and the door they had been guarding so carefully flung open - the heavy hinges groaning in protest. A mass of black smoke flew in, but it formed into a cyclone - twisting and turning against itself in the prison as it became caught by the Devil's Trap. Electric sparks shot from somewhere unexplainable, and the air turned cold. Faster and faster the demons swirled, their sheer collective beginning to overburden the single trap.
The cacophony of demons grew louder and one could just make out the blood stained walls of the corridor in dim light. If there had been a child out there, it wasn't around any more. The lights in the room flickered violently and a pressure moved in - forcing itself against the body as if someone were sitting on your chest and boxing your ears.
There wasn't time to react when the seal finally gave, inky death spewing out into the room to fill the eyes and mouth. There wasn't a chance to fight them off. There wasn't a chance to think.
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Sam came over and immediately crouched down beside her, pulling the weeping woman into his arms.
"Hey, shh," He coddled. "Everything is going to be okay."
And it would be. Hopefully. Dean would have found the others by now, and he would come for them.
The dream, on the other hand, was sick of waiting and had other plans. Without warning, the shrill sound of a baby's cry tore through the air, and the door they had been guarding so carefully flung open - the heavy hinges groaning in protest. A mass of black smoke flew in, but it formed into a cyclone - twisting and turning against itself in the prison as it became caught by the Devil's Trap. Electric sparks shot from somewhere unexplainable, and the air turned cold. Faster and faster the demons swirled, their sheer collective beginning to overburden the single trap.
The cacophony of demons grew louder and one could just make out the blood stained walls of the corridor in dim light. If there had been a child out there, it wasn't around any more. The lights in the room flickered violently and a pressure moved in - forcing itself against the body as if someone were sitting on your chest and boxing your ears.
There wasn't time to react when the seal finally gave, inky death spewing out into the room to fill the eyes and mouth. There wasn't a chance to fight them off. There wasn't a chance to think.
There was only darkness.
[ooc: TBC in the thread below]