The Lowly Gate's Guard

Ch. 2: Trapped in a Gate. (1)

As he woke from his daze, Dean felt something cold and smooth against his cheek. He opened his eyes, he realised that he was face down on the floor.

Dean sat up, he pulled his face away from the cold embrace of the floor. His eyes turned bleak at the realisation of where he is.

"Shit, are we in the Gate?"

"You've royally screwed us over."

Crescent pulled out her book and hit it across the back of Dean's head, with enough power to of woke the dead.

"Ow! What the hell?!? This is not my fault, it's yours!" Dean yelled, he stroked the back of his head as if it would of nurtured the wound left behind by the thump.

"If you didn't come in with me I would have been fine. I would have snuck in and out before the Hunters even noticed."

Crescent's cheeks had flushed bright red, her lips squeezed together and puckered to form a pout. It's easy to forget that even though she's a Hunter, she was still a child, and not far off the age of his younger sister.

Bang!

She swung her book at the same spot she had hit earlier, Dean winced.

"Wait! Wait! Stop hitting me."

"You idiot! You've killed us both! I hate you!"

Dean blocked the spot on the back of his head that Crescent ruthlessly kept targeting.

"You'll leave a mark!"

Crescent put her arms down to her side, she lett out a short breath through her pouted lips.

She opened her book, reassuring herself as she flicked through the pages.

"You can do this" she said more to herself than anyone else, then she turned to Dean.

"We just need to find the cores and we'll be out. Destroy the cores and we're free."

"Idiot, do you want to live?" She asked Dean. She snapped the book shut with her left hand, her lips still formed a pout.

"Of course I want to live."

"Then listen and follow everything I tell you."

"You're-"

Bang!

Before he got to continue, she hit him on the same spot with her book again.

"Alright, alright! I'll listen to what you have to say!"

"And follow?" She asked, she raised her book in a threatening manner.

"Yes! Yes! I'll do what you say" Dean whined, fear that the repeated hits might give him brain damage. He stroked the sore spot on his head, like a child that's scraped their knee.

He got up to his feet, Dean surveyed the surrounding area. The cavern they're in was spacious, with only one narrow tunnel leading out.

The ground was made of cold, black rock. A light shined through the fogged crystals that covered the walls and ceiling.

"FWEET!" He whistled at the beauty of the cavern.

As he took his phone out of his pocket, he noticed the screen only came up with static.

The buttons were unresponsive.

He sighed, now it was nothing but an expensive paper weight.

For some odd reason, most electric and modern technology would not work near or inside the Gates, something about the magic of the Gate, interfered with technology.