"It wasn't natural," Dean admitted as he shot Ron a Look. Magic? Most people didn't immediately leap to the "it must be magic!" conclusion right off the bat, not in his line of work - nah, it was usually the "I must be going crazy" or "you're insane" lines he was used to. "She started chanting and suddenly there was this ice and freezing cold water all over the place. I got hit with it. So I guess you could say it was magic, 'cause I sure as hell can't describe it any other way."
He wondered if there were more hunters than just himself here. Looking at Ron, really trying to size up him, he just couldn't see him at a hunter, sticking stakes into things and decapitating vampires and all that fun stuff that was just a day at the office. He just looked...well, Dean wasn't sure how he looked, but he looked like he should be thinking about having kids and hard at work building that Joe Normal white picket fence to keep them corralled with. Still, looking like a civvie and actually being one were two different things. He filed away having to look into Ron's background for when he was, y'know, more conscious and not recovering from having his ass frozen off. Maybe he wouldn't have died immediately, but without Ron to step in, Dean knew it hadn't looked good. Ron seemed like a nice guy. He hoped he stayed that way 'cause he really didn't want to have to add him to his growing list of crap that needed hunting or an ass-kicking.
"Thanks," Dean said, although it sounded a little uncomfortable, like he wasn't used to thanking people for saving his life. Sure, Sammy had stepped in more times than he could count in the past, but that was different. You didn't need to say anything, his kid brother knew what he meant. Dean switched subjects, concentrating on the warmth the blankets wrapped tightly around him were providing. "Talk 'bout blind leadin' the blind, man. I'm new myself. Got maybe two days on you."
He shifted positions. There wasn't any harm in bringing the guy up to date, removing any thing like "I'm a Winchester", "I'm also a hunter", and "by the way, you're not a monster, are you?" from his thoughts about what this place was.
Dean still didn't feel one hundred percent but the fact he was thinking in a more or less straight line was a good sign no matter how crappy he looked. "From what I can tell, you're in this place called Landels Institute. During the day, it seems to be an asylum, but during the night..." he made a shrug, "gets crazy, more or less. Y'get a lot of stuff you can't explain. It's pretty dangerous stepping outside the rooms. Guess you and I drew the short straws, Ron. Sorry, man."
And he was sorry. He was sorry Sammy was still out there, maybe being under watch by people like Doctor Makiko Kisugi, he was sorry he hadn't had enough time to spend with Sam when he came back, he was sorry he didn't have any of his usual weapons to protect everyone here. He was sorry Ron had equally shitty luck and had ended up here with probably no warning, like the other people he'd talked to. If they'd been taken by the Demon, there hadn't been the usual signs.
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He wondered if there were more hunters than just himself here. Looking at Ron, really trying to size up him, he just couldn't see him at a hunter, sticking stakes into things and decapitating vampires and all that fun stuff that was just a day at the office. He just looked...well, Dean wasn't sure how he looked, but he looked like he should be thinking about having kids and hard at work building that Joe Normal white picket fence to keep them corralled with. Still, looking like a civvie and actually being one were two different things. He filed away having to look into Ron's background for when he was, y'know, more conscious and not recovering from having his ass frozen off. Maybe he wouldn't have died immediately, but without Ron to step in, Dean knew it hadn't looked good. Ron seemed like a nice guy. He hoped he stayed that way 'cause he really didn't want to have to add him to his growing list of crap that needed hunting or an ass-kicking.
"Thanks," Dean said, although it sounded a little uncomfortable, like he wasn't used to thanking people for saving his life. Sure, Sammy had stepped in more times than he could count in the past, but that was different. You didn't need to say anything, his kid brother knew what he meant. Dean switched subjects, concentrating on the warmth the blankets wrapped tightly around him were providing. "Talk 'bout blind leadin' the blind, man. I'm new myself. Got maybe two days on you."
He shifted positions. There wasn't any harm in bringing the guy up to date, removing any thing like "I'm a Winchester", "I'm also a hunter", and "by the way, you're not a monster, are you?" from his thoughts about what this place was.
Dean still didn't feel one hundred percent but the fact he was thinking in a more or less straight line was a good sign no matter how crappy he looked. "From what I can tell, you're in this place called Landels Institute. During the day, it seems to be an asylum, but during the night..." he made a shrug, "gets crazy, more or less. Y'get a lot of stuff you can't explain. It's pretty dangerous stepping outside the rooms. Guess you and I drew the short straws, Ron. Sorry, man."
And he was sorry. He was sorry Sammy was still out there, maybe being under watch by people like Doctor Makiko Kisugi, he was sorry he hadn't had enough time to spend with Sam when he came back, he was sorry he didn't have any of his usual weapons to protect everyone here. He was sorry Ron had equally shitty luck and had ended up here with probably no warning, like the other people he'd talked to. If they'd been taken by the Demon, there hadn't been the usual signs.