Night 69: East Wing, Hall A (Second Floor)

[ever_loyal_dog]

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Another nondescript hallway with doors that all looked the same gave Soushi little hope, but Castiel had insisted the room he was looking for was this way. And injuries withstanding, even if they didn't make it tonight, the route was simple enough he'd have no trouble repeating it.

"Do you know which one it is? Or shall we just start eliminating them as we go?" he asked, turning to Castiel.

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[freewill]

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As soon as Castiel stepped back out, he moved to the next door in the hall on the right hand side, grabbing for the knob with the hope of pushing it open. When it didn't even budge, he paused, putting more weight into it as he tried to get the lock to ease up even slightly. His wounds protested until he gave in and let go.

Castiel stepped back, letting out a breath. "I believe this is one of those doors that's impenetrable. We'll only waste time if we try to get past it."

[ever_loyal_dog]

Some of the patients had visitors? Soushi looked puzzled for a moment as he followed Castiel back into the hallway. This strange premise that the patients were actually ill in some way despite the fact that they were running around in the halls where they might be attacked by ghosts, demons, or any number of things was making less sense by the minute.

"They want us to accept the reality they provide?" he asked as much as stated. But what was the point?

He quieted as Castiel tried the next door. After what seemed a considerable effort for the wounded man, he admitted defeat. Some of the doors were impenetrable? Interesting. The valid point though, was it wasn't the room they were looking for.

"That only leaves a couple more rooms. I'm impressed we've made it so far without incident."

[freewill]

Of course they wanted them to accept that reality. Castiel didn't see much reason for them bothering with the front they put up during the day otherwise. But instead of responding to Soushi's obvious question, he focused on the doors.

It was true that they'd been surprisingly lucky so far, and Castiel didn't exactly like that. It should never be this easy. "Let's hope it stays that way," he said, half to himself, as he moved to the next door. Oddly, it was locked just as tightly as the previous one, which meant that they had no way of going through.

Only two more doors left, then.

The next one was also locked, but it had some give and the knob at least wiggled slightly in his hand. "This one we should be able to get open," he told Soushi as he took a step back from it. "We'll need to use force." Castiel had never properly learned how to pick locks in the end, as he'd stopped trusting Orihara and Dean had... disappeared. But he didn't mind using blunt trauma to get what he wanted either.

[ever_loyal_dog]

Castiel made no comment on their treatment, so he continued after. The possibilities seemed to be diminishing by the moment. Was this really where they needed to go?

When Castiel assessed the second to last door, he gave a nod. So some of the doors were loose enough to break open, while others were impossible? Though he wasn't certain how Castiel knew many of the things he knew, Soushi didn't have much other choice in whether to trust his judgement.

"Please allow me then," he said with a smile as he shifted the weight of his bat and prepared to swing.

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