[ He swallows. Grabs the heavy bolted door handle. Dean's panic rings clear through, and it's the main reason he doesn't hesitate to yank open that door he's touched maybe once since it's materialized.
He grabs Dean by the arm, pulls him out rougher than he means. Slams the door shut again. It does nothing to muffle the sounds from inside. They're screams, but they are, specifically, the screams of the dying, and one by one, a few go silent. His stomach curls into tight knots. He knows. Of course he knows, because he was there in Dean's memories—and Dean in his.
It's not exactly an experience he wanted repeated for either of them.
There's a long moment where he stares at Dean. Tries to figure out what in the hell he's even meant to say. Normally, he might've asked if Dean was all right, done something, but right now, all he can think about is that he needs to escape the stifling air before he chokes on it. ]
Fuck. [ He turns, ready to stalk off back up the stairs. ]
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He grabs Dean by the arm, pulls him out rougher than he means. Slams the door shut again. It does nothing to muffle the sounds from inside. They're screams, but they are, specifically, the screams of the dying, and one by one, a few go silent. His stomach curls into tight knots. He knows. Of course he knows, because he was there in Dean's memories—and Dean in his.
It's not exactly an experience he wanted repeated for either of them.
There's a long moment where he stares at Dean. Tries to figure out what in the hell he's even meant to say. Normally, he might've asked if Dean was all right, done something, but right now, all he can think about is that he needs to escape the stifling air before he chokes on it. ]
Fuck. [ He turns, ready to stalk off back up the stairs. ]