( One second, he's George's and the next - yeah, he's not. He turns to George, who's still just a human with a lot of magic on his side, and goes to grab him from the back and slam him down onto the lab table, broken glass and all hard: (15)
Try breathing while being pressed against it, buddy. )
Dean doesn't answer him, Matt doesn't know who little David is. But he does turn to not watch as Dean takes the dragging cord of the IV bag and wraps it around George's neck, pulling tight and taut. )
[George tries to get one hand up to pull on the cord but Dean is stronger (8), and he feels his breath coming in wheezing gasps, more and more shallow with each pull.
His hand moves from the cord, to wrap around a pendant around his neck. Susannah, my love. I promise I will wait.
But beyond that, there's not much he can do.
Elena watches, needing to be sure, knowing that she needs to know that it's done. Too many things have been left to chance in her life and come back to haunt her. She won't let this be one of them.
Once the body slumps completely, no longer continuing to struggle, she leans in closer and checks the pulse, then the eyes to make sure the signs are there.]
It's done. He's dead.
[She looks up at her boys and nods.]
Let's get the hell out of here before someone comes up to check on him.
( Dean only lets up when Elena approaches and diagnoses.
Matt can't drown out the gasping breathes against Dean's pull. It will haunt nightmares he is now bound to have. Because he's alive. Memories of a life less complicated in bright technicolor with plenty of lensflare fade slowly away as he comes back into himself.
Heartbeat and all.
He steels himself, calling for the iron stomach he needs and turns back, looking past George's body at Dean and then to Elena. )
So, I'm -- here. ( Not the time to evaluate. They need to get out of here. It's true. ) Let's go. Back the way we came.
[Yeah, Elena's not going to sleep well after this either, but she'd rather survive and have nightmares than continue to be trapped as George Harper's science experiment.
She places a hand on his shoulder gently and gives it a small squeeze.]
Get out alive, then you can freak out in the car.
[She can't help but feel a little giddy that he's here, but that's something for later. Then she turns back to Dean.]
Do you know the way out? I only did it in a dreamscape.
Yeah, back down the hallway, bigger hallway, through a really echo-y ballroom -- ( Not the time. He assesses Matt. Doesn't understand how this is possible. Is this like her parents? Did they have him the entire time? Bring him back? He briefly thinks about - silver in the car, holy water --
[Yep, all that stuff can come later, after they make their big escape. Because escape isn't guaranteed yet.
Especially since as they round the corner down the hallway, heading for the stairs, they find the route blocked by a woman torn between grief and rage, ceremonial blade in hand, mother of the bride dress in full view.
"I'm going to tear all of you apart, limb from limb." She then turns the knife on Elena. "Starting with you." And then she charges (nat 20 vs. 15), slicing into Elena's arm, fortunately, missing anything vital, as another blossom of red appears on her lab coat.]</small.
( Dean, grabs for Elena, her blood ending up mixed with his from before's tussle as he tugs her out of the way and in Matt's direction. )
How about you look at me, lady. ( He's not looking to piss her off further, but she needs to focus on him and not the two non-hunter humans. He can hold his own. He turns defensive, ready for a knife fight. ) You probably feel that, the tipping of the scales. You know we're not alone. Guessing you're crazy Rick's other half.
( He presents his gun quickly, holding it up with his other hand steady. )
I'd say this isn't personal. But, we both know that's a lie.
( (21) for a witch-killing close-up end this all shot. )
[It will do the job (3). Susannah's head snaps back and she drops to the ground as Sierra and Rusty phase through the wall to witness the final member of the Inner Circle fall.
Rusty pushes past all three of them, making his way to the door of George's lab, and Sierra will see something release from his shoulders, a kind of tension that it seems as though he's been holding releases, and he laughs, almost uncontrollably.]
They're dead. They're all finally fucking dead.
[And he is free.
But things aren't done. Elena needs stitches, the blood continuing to bloom against her white coat as she tries to staunch the bleeding and they need to figure out what is going on with Matt, but that is problem for another part of the story.]
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Try breathing while being pressed against it, buddy. )
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But he doesn't do well. Specifically because before he can, Elena comes at him from the side and rings his bell again with her IV stand (18 vs. 14).
Elena may be becoming a bow staff girl.]
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Righting himself and shaking it off, Dean runs up, trying to knee George in the head to bring him down to the ground. (18)
Matt pulls himself and the chair up, rolling it forward if they want to - maybe - tie up a witch. )
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Elena sees Matt rolling forward and shakes her head.]
He's one of them. This isn't really a hostage situation.
[Maybe if they take one of them out it'll make things easier for the heirs downstairs.
George Harper blinks as he looks up at them, and raises an eyebrow. "Little David been including you in his plotting, has he?"]
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Dean doesn't answer him, Matt doesn't know who little David is. But he does turn to not watch as Dean takes the dragging cord of the IV bag and wraps it around George's neck, pulling tight and taut. )
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His hand moves from the cord, to wrap around a pendant around his neck. Susannah, my love. I promise I will wait.
But beyond that, there's not much he can do.
Elena watches, needing to be sure, knowing that she needs to know that it's done. Too many things have been left to chance in her life and come back to haunt her. She won't let this be one of them.
Once the body slumps completely, no longer continuing to struggle, she leans in closer and checks the pulse, then the eyes to make sure the signs are there.]
It's done. He's dead.
[She looks up at her boys and nods.]
Let's get the hell out of here before someone comes up to check on him.
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Matt can't drown out the gasping breathes against Dean's pull. It will haunt nightmares he is now bound to have. Because he's alive. Memories of a life less complicated in bright technicolor with plenty of lensflare fade slowly away as he comes back into himself.
Heartbeat and all.
He steels himself, calling for the iron stomach he needs and turns back, looking past George's body at Dean and then to Elena. )
So, I'm -- here. ( Not the time to evaluate. They need to get out of here. It's true. ) Let's go. Back the way we came.
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She places a hand on his shoulder gently and gives it a small squeeze.]
Get out alive, then you can freak out in the car.
[She can't help but feel a little giddy that he's here, but that's something for later. Then she turns back to Dean.]
Do you know the way out? I only did it in a dreamscape.
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Right right, not the time. ) Follow me.
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Especially since as they round the corner down the hallway, heading for the stairs, they find the route blocked by a woman torn between grief and rage, ceremonial blade in hand, mother of the bride dress in full view.
"I'm going to tear all of you apart, limb from limb." She then turns the knife on Elena. "Starting with you." And then she charges (nat 20 vs. 15), slicing into Elena's arm, fortunately, missing anything vital, as another blossom of red appears on her lab coat.]</small.
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How about you look at me, lady. ( He's not looking to piss her off further, but she needs to focus on him and not the two non-hunter humans. He can hold his own. He turns defensive, ready for a knife fight. ) You probably feel that, the tipping of the scales. You know we're not alone. Guessing you're crazy Rick's other half.
( He presents his gun quickly, holding it up with his other hand steady. )
I'd say this isn't personal. But, we both know that's a lie.
( (21) for a witch-killing close-up end this all shot. )
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Rusty pushes past all three of them, making his way to the door of George's lab, and Sierra will see something release from his shoulders, a kind of tension that it seems as though he's been holding releases, and he laughs, almost uncontrollably.]
They're dead. They're all finally fucking dead.
[And he is free.
But things aren't done. Elena needs stitches, the blood continuing to bloom against her white coat as she tries to staunch the bleeding and they need to figure out what is going on with Matt, but that is problem for another part of the story.]