'listen to the warning' the prophet he said

[godsprophet]

Who: Chuck Shurley and OPEN.
What: There's only one way forward, and this is it.
When: Day 121.
Where: The tunnels.
Notes: No, really, this is wide open. I made very little OOC plans so come at me.

Raphael had come by earlier and said he would actually bodily drag Chuck into the tunnels if he didn't go willingly. But it didn't seem like he had an option either way. Earthquakes kept shifting below his feet -- it seemed to be tearing the entire cape apart. He had no doubt that, if he stayed, he wouldn't be alive to see whatever happened to the little town where they were held captive.

Chuck spends most of the time trying to decide what to take with him. Specifically, his typewriter. Balthazar had gotten it for him, and he'd used it well. It seemed like a shame to leave it behind. But, on the other hand, it wasn't exactly lucrative to go about dragging a typewriter through a series of tunnels who knows how long. He reluctantly leaves it behind.

He enters the tunnels alone and is glad he did. The effect is so instantaneous and so sudden he nearly trips over himself. Because, while he might not use all the omniscient and omnipotent powers he has at his disposal, he's always aware that it's there, hiding underneath his fingertips. But now, in these tunnels, it's gone. Vanished. Disappeared. He's honestly nothing more than the human he pretends to be.

It's an uncomfortable reminder of the amount of power this place -- these scientists -- hold over him, and it's not one he appreciates. He's never felt truly powerless, literally and figuratively, before, and he does not approve of these feelings in himself whatsoever.

But there's no place to go but forward. And so forward into the tunnels he goes.

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[godsprophet]

Chuck's run into a few people by this time. He's still not entirely convinced he isn't wondering in circles, but he figures if he keeps coming across other people, he can't be too far off from the correct path, right?

Or, at the very least, he's not wondering in circles alone.

He gives a short laugh at Dean's commentary, returning his greeting grin. "Yeah, no, this isn't exactly the same thing. At least," He frowns. "I don't think it is."

Gabriel had dropped the Winchesters into various television shows once. This wasn't the same thing, not by a long shot, but the scientists like to do their experiments, and that was almost similar, in a way. Even these tunnels had to be an experiment. The lack of powers were proof enough.

[venatical]

"Yeah, that one was more sabotage and money. This one is more actual moles." Laughing is good; it helps ease some of Dean's tension until his smile is only half the fake one he usually pulls.

"How're you holding up? You still all wrapped up in the angels' stuff?"

[godsprophet]

"I hope this isn't like that. I mean, worst game show ever, right?" He jokes back. Keeping things light and even. He can do that. It was better than the alternative, anyways.

"Uh, sort of? Not as much since, you know. Michael and Lucifer." Which was fine. And completely understandable. After all, what's a prophet next to the potential Apocalypse?

[venatical]

"They're not looking to start that up again, do you know?"

He could ask Raphael, or he could continue to resent Raphael's existence and not trust him and try to pump the people around him for information. Like Chuck, for instance. Good ol' Chuck.

"You're not getting any visions of Stull Cemetery 2?"

[godsprophet]

Luckily for Dean, Chuck had asked those exact questions of Raphael not too long ago, and so he actually knows the answers. "No, at least, I don't think they are. I mean, we're not exactly on Earth, right?"

He shakes his head. "No, I haven't had any visions. Not since arriving here. But, I mean, the Apocalypse was over, so I'm not sure which..."

[venatical]

"I stopped expecting angels to make sense a long time ago."

That's actually mostly a lie; he never believed in them, and then Cas was kind of terrifying and suspicious and mildly threatening right out of the gate, so... So that's a never on expecting angels to make sense. He never thought that would happen.

"I don't know how any of this works. What I do know is that angels are shady sons of bitches, and they can find a way to justify whatever horrible crap they decided to do now."

Unfortunately, that includes Cas.

[godsprophet]

"Well, yeah, but..." Angels were shady. He's not going to deny that, not at all. But he does love his angels, and he will try to defend them when he can.

"I mean, the Apocalypse is about destroying Earth, right? No Earth, not Apocalypse." Unless, of course, Michael and Lucifer decided to fuck that and cause the Apocalypse anyways.

After all, the only thing that had been holding up the Apocalypse back home was vessels. And Nick and John seemed to be functioning just fine as vessels here.

[venatical]

"Who said we're not on Earth?" He looks at Chuck expectantly. Dean doesn't know if he's totally sure, but this place looks and feels like Earth, other than the weirdass shit; all the things in the houses? Totally Earth-y, and all the plants and food check out. The way the scientists were talking about potentially using the people with powers since they don't have any on their world -- could be Earth.

None of it's conclusive, but if he's not sure, then other people can't be either, unless they know something he doesn't.