DISHONOR ON ME

Dean Rogers. 17. Sadly related to Mr. D.[[RP blog for The Pantheon RP]]

[dylanholyhellobrien]

[dean-rogers]

icequendrew

Being stared at wasn’t an uncommon experience for Drew. But this god seriously made her skin crawl. Infinite power combined with horniness probably wasn’t a great combo and she did not want to find out. Drew was about to make some excuse about needing to buy a map, or need some water, or literally anything to get out of this situation when he mentioned the quest. Of course this guy would be a part of it, just her luck.

She took a deep breath when he started approaching her. Drew could play nice but if this disgusting god touched her then he had better start running. She wasn’t sure what she would do, but she would definitely figure out something, especially if he tried to have any “fun” with them. Maybe make him cut some unnecessary appendages off. Luckily Dean stepped in before she had to put Priapus in his place.

“Just any old donkey? That’s it?” Drew was half skeptical and half pissed, if this quest really turned out to be returning this guys pet or weird kink she would have rather tied back in the labyrinth.

“Yes, just an old donkey. It must be around,” Priapus pointed down at his incredibly uncomfortable to look at boner. “but I can’t chase it.” 

“And if we find it...?” Dean was trying to remember the stories about Priapus. There weren’t too many, and really, he wasn’t a son of Athena, he didn’t have Wikipedia for a brain, so some facts were definitely harder to remember than others, like the dozens of donkeys in Greek mythology.

“Then I help you with your quest. You don’t know where to go, do you?” Fucker. Dean pursed his lips and turned to look at Drew. Clearly, the guy wanted something with her, but it wasn’t like they had any better idea at the moment. “Deal?”

[dean-rogers]

icequendrew

Of course Dean had a brother like this. Drew felt like gagging watching Priapus approach, but managed to contain her disgust. She waited for Dean to deal with his stupid brother - after all, it must be a punishment sent for him, what the hell did she have to do with a son of Dionysus? - but she quickly caught on that this was up to her. Charming people was easy, she could handle some minor god.

She smiled sweetly at Priapus, “We’re just a little lost.” She  and points to dean Dean, “Someone didn’t want to stop for directions,” She turned back to the god, “You wouldn’t be able to point us in the direction of the nearest gas station, would you?” She didn’t put any charmspeak behind her words, hoped instead that some charm and manners from a pretty girl would be enough to sway someone with the sort of assets this god had. That had to stand for something, and Drew wasn’t sure she wanted find out exactly what.

Dean did his best to look at the guy’s eyes, or even better, not to look at him at all, trying to play along with Drew’s story. But it was hard. And if the thing hanging on the clutch touched either of them, Dean would probably gag. 

“Gas? You ain’t got no car,” Ok, so Priapus wasn’t completely stupid. but Dean wasn’t fond of the way he was eyeing Drew. Gross. “So I guess you’ve got a quest. Right on time.” 

That made Dean raise an eyebrow. “On time for what?”

“Not very smart, are ya?” Dean’s eyebrow went down and joined the other in a deep frown. “If the Fates sent you two here, it’s because you’ve gotta help me. Obviously. And maybe we can have some fun later...”

Priapus tried to approach Drew, and Dean intervened despite himself before the god got too close. Yuck. “Help you with what?” 

“I’m looking for an ass.” Dean blinked, tightening the grip on his sword. What the fuck? “A donkey, you know?”

[dean-rogers]

icequendrew

Drew pushed past Dean when they made their way outside, feeling significantly safer outside of the monster donut shop. She could not be more relieved to be out of the labyrinth. She took a deep breath and sighed. She felt like twirling like Sister Maria on that mountaintop. And also like curling up on the grass and taking a nap. She got the chance to neither of those, because her blissful thoughts were interrupted.

Drew turned to glare at the man who called at her and Dean. Whoever he was she wasn’t interested in help or disturbances right now, especially ones that came from a guy that looked like that. Drew scoffed and sneered, pointedly ignoring the gross display in his pants. She was used to unwanted attention, but this is a little too far. She was about to try and charmspeak him to leave them alone, but it seemed Dean knew who they were dealing with. “Who the hell is Priapus?”

“... our... brother.” Dean couldn’t hide the disgust in his voice. Seriously, of all the guys Mr. D could’ve fathered, they had to meet this guy and his... dick. Yuck. Hopefully, Priapus hadn’t heard him, because he wasn’t feeling like having a family reunion, and he was sure Drew wasn’t either.

Priapus and his clutch finally caught up to them, and Dean didn’t put his sword down. That guy was supposed to be some minor wilderness god but the Labyrinth had thrown them there, and he wasn’t gonna lower his guard. At least up close he could focus on Priapus’ face and not on the thing hanging from his clutch. “Huh. Demigods, aren’t you?” They were wearing the orange Camp t-shirt and Dean had a Celestial bronze sword, that was enough telling. “What are two demigods doin’ here?”

Dean gave Drew a look. She was the one supposed to do the talking, because his people skills would probably get them killed. 

[dean-rogers]

icequendrew

Drew took heed of his warning and stayed close. Any closer and she would practically be standing on top of him. But there had been too many close calls for her liking and it was starting to make her less scared and more defiant. Who the hell thinks they can kill her? She is not letting that happen.

“What are we looking for? It looks like this place hasn’t been touched in years,” she looks around, peering through the shadows. “It’s not even an actual store, just a basement. You know- I bet this could still be a way out.”

Drew Tanaka making sense. The Phlegethon must’ve frozen over. Not that he was gonna acknowledge it out loud. Instead, he started looking for a door or something, Drew almost stuck to his back. He found the door and it opened up to the front of the store, confirming it had been abandoned. Outside there were empty fields and no sign of monsters, so he dared to open the front door and his claustrophobia thanked him for the open space and fresh air. There was a sign next to the store: “Crete, ND. 3 Miles.”

So they were in fucking rural North Dakota. That would explain the lack of... well, everything. 

“Hey, you!” Someone was calling them, and Dean turned around to face them, whoever they were, sword ready. Except he wasn’t prepared to see a fat guy with something that looked like a very long, very uncomfortable boner under his jeans, and Dean closed his eyes immediately. Shit.

There was only someone in Greek mythology who fit the description, and Dean knew his name because it was a son of Dionysus, though he wasn’t happy about being related to this guy. 

“Who are you?” He had a clutch of sorts to keep his dick off the ground, and it was too much to see. Just too much. Dean would need bleach for his eyes after this; Drew too, probably.

“... you’re Priapus, aren´t you?”

[dean-rogers]

icequendrew

Drew cautiously followed behind Dean, disappointed when they were led into another freaking room and not released from this nightmarish maze. She dropped her guard and nearly groaned, approaching the boxes. She lightly nudged one of the boxes with her boot only to get a smudge of dust on them. She frowned, these weren’t going to be pink much longer.

She heard Dean swear and whipped around, ready to be faced with another horrible monster. But all she saw was Dean staring at some sign like an idiot. She did groan this time and walked over to him, “What, your shadow startle you or something…” she trails off as the Monster Donuts Sign comes into sight. “Oh crap,” she turns to whisper to him, “Maybe we should go back to the wet dog smell hallway.”

“No.” It smelled like wet dog, but they both knew it was more like wet bull and at least Dean didn’t want to go back to that. They’d barely escaped once, and he didn’t consider himself particularly blessed by Tyche to test their luck again. “Stay close.”

There wasn’t even an old donut lying around, which was a big, fucking shame, but then again it might be for the best since every Monster Donut was connected like a hydra and eating one pastry could possibly be like sending a distress call. Probably. Shit, couldn’t their prophecy be more precise? “Let’s take a look. Stay close.”

[dean-rogers]

icequendrew

Drew almost didn’t notice the door. Still floating on her ego she only paused to look around when Dean stopped short. An exit. She bit her lip. She had no idea if that door truly was an exit or not, after all it could easily be a trap set up by the labyrinth to try and trick them. To tempt her, since apparently this was going to have to be her decision. “… We can’t stop.” It’s phrased like a question and a statement, something she doesn’t quite believe herself (or particularly wasn’t to do) and needs some reassurance on. She tears her eyes away from the door only to get a whiff of a familiar wet dog smell. Her heart skips a beat. “Or maybe we deserve a break. A night camped out somewhere safer than this. We do need supplies,” she thinks woefully of her lost backpack and how easily she could buy them two shitty beds in some motel. Anything is better than the cold wet floor of the labyrinth.

They shouldn’t stop, but they’d already stopped before and they weren’t even close to know where the fuck they were supposed to get because their prophecy was vague as fuck. “Yeah, but we don’t know what’s on the other side of the door.” The last door they’d opened had been a trap and Drew had fallen down and almost drowned, but it wasn’t like they had a lot of options. “’kay. Whatever. I’m opening this shit.”

He pressed the delta sign and the door opened to another, smaller room, that looked and felt like a basement, with a lamp hanging from the ceiling. He pulled out his sword again as they walked inside the basement, taking a look around. There were some boxes labeled “sugar”, “flour”, “chocolate”, “sprinkles”, all ingredients for sweets, but they were empty. Just their look. There were some stairs and a trapdoor, and Dean lead the way, lifting the door only a bit with the tip of his sword to take a look. The lights were out, but the place looked as empty as the boxes --deserted, even-- and he dared to fully open the trapdoor. Yeah, abandoned. And that was a good thing, because there was a Monster Donuts sign on the wall across from them. “Shit...”

[icequendrew]

dean-rogers:

Dean hadn’t been sure it would work. It was a wild idea, in every sense of the work, but they had been desperate and both of them having a panic attack at the same time was guaranteed death. And yet, somehow, it worked. Their surroundings shimmered and vanished, and they were back to the Y on the tunnels they’d found at first. “Holy shit, you did it!” He was in disbelief, and gad Drew been anyone else, he would’ve hugged her, but Drew was Drew so that wasn’t gonna happen. Ever. But he was impressed.

Drew was still missing her backpack and she was still wet, though, so what had happened to them had been real, in a way, so Dean had to be more observant in case he started getting the nagging feeling on his brain again. “C’mon, that thing was that way,” and he started walking on the opposite direction they’d taken at first.

Drew couldn’t believe that worked. She stood looking around at their new surroundings in shock for a moment, “I did it,” she laughed, “Oh my god, I did it!” She preened and lightly flipped her hair, “I mean, I knew I could, but whatever.” She followed Dean, still riding a bit of a high from saving their lives. It felt surprisingly good. Badass. “This means we’re even now. You saved me once, I saved you once. No one owes anyone anything,” she added as they walked.

[dean-rogers]

No one owes anyone anything yet, Dean wanted to add, because he was sure there would be plenty more shit coming their way down there, but he didn’t wanna jinx it. Instead, he kept himself busy as they walked, making a mental inventory of what they still had: bronze sword - 1, a change of clothes - wet, notebook - 1, wet, probably ruined. It wasn’t a very happy list, so he stopped himself. 

The corridor was blissfully free of bones and/or skulls, but Dean caught a whiff of the wet dog smell, though it vanished before he could freak out about it. Someone was definitely messing with them. The walls around them started turning to white plaster, and he stopped again when he spotted a wooden door with a delta sign on it. “That’s an exit.” They could take it or they could keep walking, but since he’d fucked up the last time he picked the way, it was Drew’s call now.

[icequendrew]

dean-rogers:

He and Drew were both screaming. Peachy. It only made it harder to focus on what was and wasn’t real and to think of a way out. He should’ve noticed it sooner. He should've— No. He breathed in and closed his eyes, forcing himself to count to twenty (since ten had stopped working a long time ago). Drew was right, they couldn’t fight Mist, they couldn’t just stab thin air, it didn’t work like that.

Maybe it was the panic trying to crawl up his throat, maybe it was some divine inspiration, but Dean had one wild idea. “Charmspeak it!” He’d remembered when the Seven of the prophecy had returned (well, the six; Valdez hadn’t been around back then) and they told about their quest. None of them actually talked to Dean, but he listened, and he listened to Piper and the Roman girl, and he remembered them saying manipulating the Mist was a lot like charmspeak. It wouldn’t hurt to try, right? “Make it stay back,”

Dean’s request was easier said than done. Drew had never tried to charmspeak something that wasn’t a person. She couldn’t make the rain stop on command or tell the wind to blow in a certain direction. As far as Drew was aware, charmspeak didn’t work like that. The Mist was magic (or something like that, Drew didn’t pay that much attention when it had been explained so many years ago). 

But Drew was desperate and her anxiety was worsening by the second. It couldn’t hurt to try, right? She nodded at Dean and tried her best to clear her head. She closed her eyes and took deep calming breaths, clenching her fists to stop them from shaking. She focused on the Mist and whoever was controlling it and yelled to both, “Go away!”

[dean-rogers]

Dean hadn’t been sure it would work. It was a wild idea, in every sense of the work, but they had been desperate and both of them having a panic attack at the same time was guaranteed death. And yet, somehow, it worked. Their surroundings shimmered and vanished, and they were back to the Y on the tunnels they’d found at first. “Holy shit, you did it!” He was in disbelief, and gad Drew been anyone else, he would’ve hugged her, but Drew was Drew so that wasn’t gonna happen. Ever. But he was impressed.

Drew was still missing her backpack and she was still wet, though, so what had happened to them had been real, in a way, so Dean had to be more observant in case he started getting the nagging feeling on his brain again. “C’mon, that thing was that way,” and he started walking on the opposite direction they’d taken at first.

[icequendrew]

dean-rogers:

Weren’t they prophecy-bound, Dean would’ve pushed her back into the water stream. “Easy there, Sarcasm Master. I meant…” He rolled his eyes. “’Two demigods shall descend into the dark, and get astray in the treacherous path’. Astray. Checked. But this isn’t how the Labyrinth is supposed to be. We should’ve popped up somewhere, or found something already, several somethings, actually. We’ve been walking for hours and found nothing except…” Don’t call it by its name. Names are powerful. “…that thing.”

There it was. The ladder. The same ladder on the side of the channel, and it was the fourth time they’d walked past it. He’d been keeping count. And he stopped. “Someone’s making us walk in circles, and you hadn’t noticed it. Someone’s toying with our heads.”

Being a pessimistic overthinker with anxiety issues and ADHD on top of certain mind powers for once seemed to be of use, because as soon as Dean said that aloud, he felt it. It was like when Drew tried to use charmspeak on him, a nagging feeling on his brain he hadn’t been able to shake off until that moment. And no one messed with his head. “Get… out…” He mumbled through gritted teeth, fighting the thing in his mind, like he’d fought Drew’s charmspeak once, and from the corner of his eye he could see the setting around them shifting again, almost like it was… “It’s Mist! This shit isn’t real! It’s the Mist!”

“I’m not the one in front, it’s not my job to notice!” she immediately lashed out before Dean’s words and their meaning really sunk in. Once they did sink in, she began to panic. Something more powerful than either of them was making them walk in circles. The idea that they ever could have made it through this was stupid in the first place and now they were going to be stuck in a loop forever. The word seemed to echo in her head. Forever. With Dean. Her heart rate sped up and she began to hyperventilate. Dean shouting in the background finally caught her attention and she could just make out his words over the panic. “What?!” she shrieked, panicking more. If this was the mist and nothing was real they could be anywhere. They could be back in the skeleton room about to be eaten by that monster that already almost killed her once. 

Drew racked her brain for a possible solution but it was already so hard to think. “What do we do? We can’t run! We can’t fight Mist!” She wished they could face whoever was doing this to them, at least then maybe she could try charmspeaking the thing into leaving the alone.

[dean-rogers]

He and Drew were both screaming. Peachy. It only made it harder to focus on what was and wasn't real and to think of a way out. He should've noticed it sooner. He should've— No. He breathed in and closed his eyes, forcing himself to count to twenty (since ten had stopped working a long time ago). Drew was right, they couldn’t fight Mist, they couldn’t just stab thin air, it didn’t work like that.

Maybe it was the panic trying to crawl up his throat, maybe it was some divine inspiration, but Dean had one wild idea. “Charmspeak it!” He’d remembered when the Seven of the prophecy had returned (well, the six; Valdez hadn’t been around back then) and they told about their quest. None of them actually talked to Dean, but he listened, and he listened to Piper and the Roman girl, and he remembered them saying manipulating the Mist was a lot like charmspeak. It wouldn’t hurt to try, right? “Make it stay back,”

[icequendrew]

dean-rogers: 

“Seemed to be a path,” Dean explained, putting on his backpack again and adjusting the straps. “Keep that bottle for you,” It was up to Drew to ration her drinks, he couldn’t and wouldn’t be her watchdog. They went down the ladder and back to the water channel, though now the level was lower and there was, indeed, a concrete path. Going back meant a pit with a monster that could be waiting for them, going forward meant they could find literally anything, good or bad.

He sighed and started walking following the current of the water. “C’mon, don’t get behind,” They walked in silence for a while, but Dean couldn’t help but notice they seemed to be getting nowhere. “Got a theory… a bad one… wanna hear it? Someone’s toying with us.”

Drew followed Dean down the path. Although she missed her bag it was easier to walk without the weight on her back. Her flashlight, however, was much more missed. The labyrinth somehow felt more sinister without control of a light source. Drew was more than happy to walk quietly for the rest of the quest, but Dean apparently found the need to break the silence. “Wow, you think someone would mess with demigods on a quest? Shocking,” she replied sarcastically.

[dean-rogers]

Weren’t they prophecy-bound, Dean would’ve pushed her back into the water stream. “Easy there, Sarcasm Master. I meant...” He rolled his eyes. “’Two demigods shall descend into the dark, and get astray in the treacherous path’. Astray. Checked. But this isn’t how the Labyrinth is supposed to be. We should’ve popped up somewhere, or found something already, several somethings, actually. We’ve been walking for hours and found nothing except...” Don’t call it by its name. Names are powerful. “...that thing.”

There it was. The ladder. The same ladder on the side of the channel, and it was the fourth time they’d walked past it. He’d been keeping count. And he stopped. “Someone’s making us walk in circles, and you hadn’t noticed it. Someone’s toying with our heads.”

Being a pessimistic overthinker with anxiety issues and ADHD on top of certain mind powers for once seemed to be of use, because as soon as Dean said that aloud, he felt it. It was like when Drew tried to use charmspeak on him, a nagging feeling on his brain he hadn’t been able to shake off until that moment. And no one messed with his head. “Get... out...” He mumbled through gritted teeth, fighting the thing in his mind, like he’d fought Drew’s charmspeak once, and from the corner of his eye he could see the setting around them shifting again, almost like it was... “It’s Mist! This shit isn’t real! It’s the Mist!”

[icequendrew]

dean-rogers:

Dean sighed before taking out one of the water bottles he’d been carrying on his backpack and handed it to Drew. Losing half their food and water would be an issue, and it meant they could die of dehydration or starvation or– It was better to stop himself before letting his brain go down that road.

“Gotta get out of here, feels like sitting ducks. Apparently we can walk following the water.”

Drew tried to sip the water bottle at first but she hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until she began drinking. She took five good gulps before remembering this was a limited supply and stopping herself. As much as she wanted the water now, dying of dehydration would be tragic for her skin. “As long as there’s a pathway. I’d rather we don’t have to go back into that water ever again.” 

[dean-rogers]

“Seemed to be a path,” Dean explained, putting on his backpack again and adjusting the straps. “Keep that bottle for you,” It was up to Drew to ration her drinks, he couldn’t and wouldn’t be her watchdog. They went down the ladder and back to the water channel, though now the level was lower and there was, indeed, a concrete path. Going back meant a pit with a monster that could be waiting for them, going forward meant they could find literally anything, good or bad.

He sighed and started walking following the current of the water. “C’mon, don’t get behind,” They walked in silence for a while, but Dean couldn’t help but notice they seemed to be getting nowhere. “Got a theory... a bad one... wanna hear it? Someone’s toying with us.”

[icequendrew]

dean-rogers:

None of them seemed to be in the mood to talk, and Dean was the last person in the world to force conversation out of anyone; instead, he remained sitting with his head against the wall and closed his eyes for a moment. They deserved that break. When he opened his eyes again he wasn’t sure how much time had passed, though, and Drew was asleep too. At least their clothes were dry now and he stood up to take a look around and try to find a way out or at least a sign of where the fuck they were.

Nothing. He peeked at the water and he noticed the level had lowered, but he wasn’t really feeling like going back the way they’d come. “Hey… wake up.”

Despite the cold hard ground she slept on, Drew actually slept better than she had in quite a while. She didn’t have a single nightmare. It still felt like she had just closed her eyes when Dean’s voice rudely woke her up. She groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Up.” She cleared her throat, “You have water, right?”

[dean-rogers]

Dean sighed before taking out one of the water bottles he’d been carrying on his backpack and handed it to Drew. Losing half their food and water would be an issue, and it meant they could die of dehydration or starvation or-- It was better to stop himself before letting his brain go down that road.

“Gotta get out of here, feels like sitting ducks. Apparently we can walk following the water.”

[icequendrew]

dean-rogers:

“Don’t jinx it,” He glared at Drew. With their luck, they shouldn’t be tempting fate, specially not if that monster was what Dean thought it was. He closed his eyes and breathed in. “Guess we can stay here til our clothes get dry.”

Drew sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to detangle it, “Good. Almost dying takes a lot out of you.”

[dean-rogers]

None of them seemed to be in the mood to talk, and Dean was the last person in the world to force conversation out of anyone; instead, he remained sitting with his head against the wall and closed his eyes for a moment. They deserved that break. When he opened his eyes again he wasn't sure how much time had passed, though, and Drew was asleep too. At least their clothes were dry now and he stood up to take a look around and try to find a way out or at least a sign of where the fuck they were.

Nothing. He peeked at the water and he noticed the level had lowered, but he wasn't really feeling like going back the way they'd come. "Hey... wake up."

[icequendrew]

dean-rogers:

Dean had seen the monster’s face right as Drew was falling down and her flashlight lit the door where the monster was looking down on them, but he didn’t want to believe his eyes. Maybe he was going mad, that wasn’t so hard coming from him. He rested his head against the concrete wall and took a deep breath; they deserved at least a couple of minutes before going on.

“Where the fuck are we, anyway?” He asked out loud, looking around the floor they were in, trying to spot a sign or something else. He couldn’t allow himself to feel trapped, or he’d start losing his shit and having a panic attack, and that’d probably kill them both.

“How am I supposed to know? This place doesn’t come with a map,” she snapped. They were obviously still in the labyrinth so Drew hoped that wasn’t what he meant. Wherever they were it wasn’t completely dark, there were no awful smells. and they seemed to be alone. “We seem safe for now, at least. Unless that monster follows us here.”

[dean-rogers]

"Don't jinx it," He glared at Drew. With their luck, they shouldn't be tempting fate, specially not if that monster was what Dean thought it was. He closed his eyes and breathed in. "Guess we can stay here til our clothes get dry."

[icequendrew]

dean-rogers:

“DID NOT!” He was offended Drew even suggested that had been a kiss, “You’re fucking welcome”. He grumbled, sitting on the floor away from her. His clothes were soaked and so was his backpack, but at least he’d kept it. Drew’s had been lost in the water, thus losing half their stuff for the quest, including the flashlight. Shit. At least they were in some lit space this time. 

“You saw what that monster was?”

“Eugh,” Drew shuddered again and wrinkled her nose. She wrapped her arms around her knees to try and warm up. That water had been cold and she was still soaking wet. They were only a couple hours into the quest and she’d already almost died once and lost her backpack, including the flashlight that she’d been using like a security blanket. Great.

“I saw it had horns and a giant axe, if that’s what you mean.”

[dean-rogers]

Dean had seen the monster's face right as Drew was falling down and her flashlight lit the door where the monster was looking down on them, but he didn't want to believe his eyes. Maybe he was going mad, that wasn't so hard coming from him. He rested his head against the concrete wall and took a deep breath; they deserved at least a couple of minutes before going on.

"Where the fuck are we, anyway?" He asked out loud, looking around the floor they were in, trying to spot a sign or something else. He couldn't allow himself to feel trapped, or he'd start losing his shit and having a panic attack, and that'd probably kill them both.

[icequendrew]

dean-rogers:

“NO!” He tried to catch Drew as she fell, the vine reacting to him and trying to catch her as well, and he almost wrapped her wrist. Almost. He’d just told her he wouldn’t let her fall, and that was exactly what he did, but when he heard the splash of water a couple of seconds lately, he knew not all hope was lost. The time it took Drew to fall meant the water wasn’t too far from Dean’s spot (ADHD, making you run Physics equations when your life was in danger), so he pulled the straps of his backpack, breathed as deep as he could, and let himself go, falling feet-first into the water.

Holy shit it was cold, and it smelled awful, but Dean couldn’t focus on that. Drew had to be close, somewhere, and he swam blindly until his hand touched something that felt like a human hand. Hopefully it would be Drew’s hand, but he didn’t have time to check, grabbing it hard and pulling the person up to the surface with him. There was one old, yellowish light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and Dean had never been happier to see Drew Tanaka’s face.

… except she was unconscious and they were floating with the current. He pulled Drew’s body against his, wrapping an arm around her chest, and let the cold water carry them away. There were more and more light bulbs on as they got away from the pit, and Dean finally spotted a ladder on the side of the water channel. “ C'mon, c'mon, c'mon…” He muttered through gritted teeth as he swam towards the ladder, his backpack and Drew’s weight making him slower. He grasped the bottom step and held onto it tightly.

The ladder was only seven steps high and Dean dragged them both up, coming to a rest on a concrete floor. His arms felt sore but he put Drew down, quickly checking on her. “Fuck…” She was too pale, and she wasn’t breathing, and he had to fight the urge to freak out. “Nonononono. Drew. Drew!” Okay, what was he supposed to do with someone who wasn’t breathing? CPR… CPR??? He groaned and started doing the chest compressions, only to make a disgusted face as he pinched her nose to breathe on her mouth. “Fuck, I hate you so much…”

Drew was dead. Completely and totally dead. And of course she died fleeing from a stupid monster on this stupid quest. If Drew were alive right now, she would be screaming ‘I told you so’ to Dean and the monster and probably the actual labyrinth itself. It was only a matter of time until her ghostly form opened her eyes and would be waiting for placement in Hades. Any second now. Aaaany second. Wait- If she was dead, how was she still thinking all this? And was that air in her lungs? A cold cement floor below her, soaking wet strands of hair stuck to her face, somebody’s mouth on hers-

Her eyes opened with a gasp and she pushed the thing on top of her off, sitting up and gulping down air as fast as she could, shuddering all the while. She wasn’t dead. She wasn’t dead! But she still almost died for real and that thought was messing with her head. She let out a disbelieved sound and looked around her surroundings to see Dean staring at her. Two and two clicked together and, “Eugh! Oh my god, you kissed me!”

[dean-rogers]

“DID NOT!” He was offended Drew even suggested that had been a kiss, “You’re fucking welcome”. He grumbled, sitting on the floor away from her. His clothes were soaked and so was his backpack, but at least he’d kept it. Drew’s had been lost in the water, thus losing half their stuff for the quest, including the flashlight. Shit. At least they were in some lit space this time. 

“You saw what that monster was?”