Crisis on Infinite Earths

The Mysterious Portal

Dean's head jolted to the left as he saw a wooden door with a carving of a star surrounded by a large circle indented in the frame. The golden brass handle had already grown thin layer of ice which covered it completely.

Dean reached for the handle and threw open the door as he entered Sam's room. In front of Dean there was a shelf which held stacks of books and loose sheets of paper.

Sitting beside the books was a wooden box, a desk lamp and an old military signal generator.

Loose clothing hung over the end of Sam's bed and the sheets were thrown over to the left of the bed.

"Sam!" Dean yelled again in a low, raspy voice.

He heard faint footsteps approaching him on the other side of the door. Dean flung his gun around to face the door as his body followed.

A male with beautiful blue eyes and short, styled brown hair stood in the doorway. His mouth was partly open and the skin between his eyebrows was creased.

He wore a light brown trench coat, stunning black pants and white blouse with a blue tie that hung loosely around his neck.

"I almost shot you Cas!" Dean said with emphasis.
"Oh. Sorry," Castiel replied in a deep and raspy tone.

Dean lowered the gun but both hands still remained on the barrel.

"Look, have you seen Sam?" Dean asked.
"No. Why? Is he in trouble?"

A buzzing noise became apparent above them as the lights began to flicker rapidly.

"We're dealing with a ghost. Not sure why it's here but I can't find Sammy. Have you seen him?" Dean stared at Castiel waiting for an answer.

Suddenly there was a huge crash as if the roof collapsed in on itself. Dean and Castiel jumped in their own skin as they heard this noise.

"What was that?" Castiel asked hoarsely as his head turned from the source of the noise to look at Dean.

"Didn't sound good," Dean replied. He began to take paced steps towards the door with the gun raised in front of his face.

A cold breeze smashed into Dean which sucked the oxygen out of him. His mouth opened wide to gasp for the air he so desperately needed.

"Come on," Cas gestured to Dean.

Dean and Castiel both squinted their eyes due to a blinding yellow light ahead of them.
Dean found himself in the entrance to the main room in the bunker.

Ahead of him stood a large, rectangular wooden table with a dozen chairs neatly pushed in.

The table was surrounded by bookshelves filled with hundreds of old timey books the Men of Letters would study off of back in the early 1900's.

"Is that a," Castiel stared at the large illuminated tear in the fabric of the universe floating in front of them. "portal... Yeah I think so," Dean interrupted.

To the right of the portal there were books scattered across the floor where a large shelf had collapsed.

"Sam!" Dean rushed over to the unconscious body laying limp across the floor.

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