Somewhere above him, Dean finds it in himself to roll his eyes at the theatrics, but hangs onto the sides of the ladder with the flat of his boots and his palms and slides the rest of the way down.
He lands in what feels like the grass of any other field, and Dean cranes his head upward to confirm that there's still a way out. There is, and yet, Dean can't help but feel that he's past the point of no return.
"Okay," he says, turning back to Kisuke. "I guess I'm your padawan. Tell me what to do."
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Date: 2014-03-07 03:07 am (UTC)He lands in what feels like the grass of any other field, and Dean cranes his head upward to confirm that there's still a way out. There is, and yet, Dean can't help but feel that he's past the point of no return.
"Okay," he says, turning back to Kisuke. "I guess I'm your padawan. Tell me what to do."