It fit the pattern and yet it didn't. This wasn't just a carbon copy of Cold Oak. Dean slung his arm around the back of the pew.
He could get people having different powers. But different dimensions or worlds? C'mon. It had the makings of a crappy movie written all over it. Wasn't like there was real proof (sometimes lore was just a big game of Telephone), except...he couldn't be one hundred percent certain on even that 'cause of last night's party with the Doctor and the TARDIS being impossibly big on the inside. How else could he explain it? There was the usual excuse of tripping balls or blaming it on a Trickster. That didn't even add up either. The Doctor had actually acted intimidated by the knife and he was what was the word - too nice. Weird, but not enough of a douche to fit that Trickster bill and hadn't been too jazzed to be lumped in with them either. In fact, he'd taken care of his hand and kinda-sorta fought off the Daleks, so...
This was a lot easier when Dean could've said for sure that there was no such thing as parallel worlds or multiple dimensions or what the hell ever.
He missed that.
"Yeah..." Dean trailed off. He didn't know what to say at first; this was usually the part where he'd shrug and blow it off 'cause there wasn't definite proof that there were alternate dimensions. The whole thing with Hell? Didn't quite count. It was easier to buy when you had demons all corroborating about Hell when they were spitting mad in a trap and saying the same thing. "Actually, I figure I gotta talk to you about that."
Dean wasn't even sure where to start. Somehow he was still so bowled over by last night that accepting Peter had not only seen his very first demon but also had creepy powers was a lot easier to take than getting told he'd got lumped into his very own version of Sliders. Dean found himself glancing around for the Doctor, as if he could corroborate that yeah, he'd really been attacked by a group of rabid R2D2s and that he'd really been inside the TARDIS. No sign of the guy - maybe he'd ended up in another room.
"So all the stuff you got on dimensions and stuff," Dean started slowly. He wasn't really into looking into this just 'cause personally. He was all for the bits where you found out what the monster was and how to kill it. This was more Sam's turf and they both knew it. "Is it possible to have it in one spot? Like you could step into a room and it's way bigger on the inside?"
Okay. Crazy but not I met Marty McFly and the dude had a bitchin' jacket, and oh, there were robots with phasers level of crazy. Not yet, anyway.
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He could get people having different powers. But different dimensions or worlds? C'mon. It had the makings of a crappy movie written all over it. Wasn't like there was real proof (sometimes lore was just a big game of Telephone), except...he couldn't be one hundred percent certain on even that 'cause of last night's party with the Doctor and the TARDIS being impossibly big on the inside. How else could he explain it? There was the usual excuse of tripping balls or blaming it on a Trickster. That didn't even add up either. The Doctor had actually acted intimidated by the knife and he was what was the word - too nice. Weird, but not enough of a douche to fit that Trickster bill and hadn't been too jazzed to be lumped in with them either. In fact, he'd taken care of his hand and kinda-sorta fought off the Daleks, so...
This was a lot easier when Dean could've said for sure that there was no such thing as parallel worlds or multiple dimensions or what the hell ever.
He missed that.
"Yeah..." Dean trailed off. He didn't know what to say at first; this was usually the part where he'd shrug and blow it off 'cause there wasn't definite proof that there were alternate dimensions. The whole thing with Hell? Didn't quite count. It was easier to buy when you had demons all corroborating about Hell when they were spitting mad in a trap and saying the same thing. "Actually, I figure I gotta talk to you about that."
Dean wasn't even sure where to start. Somehow he was still so bowled over by last night that accepting Peter had not only seen his very first demon but also had creepy powers was a lot easier to take than getting told he'd got lumped into his very own version of Sliders. Dean found himself glancing around for the Doctor, as if he could corroborate that yeah, he'd really been attacked by a group of rabid R2D2s and that he'd really been inside the TARDIS. No sign of the guy - maybe he'd ended up in another room.
"So all the stuff you got on dimensions and stuff," Dean started slowly. He wasn't really into looking into this just 'cause personally. He was all for the bits where you found out what the monster was and how to kill it. This was more Sam's turf and they both knew it. "Is it possible to have it in one spot? Like you could step into a room and it's way bigger on the inside?"
Okay. Crazy but not I met Marty McFly and the dude had a bitchin' jacket, and oh, there were robots with phasers level of crazy. Not yet, anyway.