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Dean stepped back from the window, dragging a hand over his hair. Part of him wanted to stay put and ignore it. But ignoring things never worked. Not for him. Also the boy in white was not some evil spirit or like that from what he had seen in the show.
The boy in white had been quite helpful to Victory, leading him to survive all these years in the cursed town.
"Guess I'm doing this," he muttered, zipping his bag shut.
The stairs groaned as he went down. Kenny was in the kitchen with a mug in hand. "Everything good?" he asked.
Dean forced a smile. "Yeah. Just need a walk. Clear my head."
"Want company?"
Dean shook his head. "Nah. Won't go far."
Kenny eyed him but let it go. "Don't go too deep inside the forest and be back before dark."
"Aye, Captain."
Dean stepped outside. For a second, he thought he'd imagined it all — then spotted the boy again farther down the street. Still smiling. Still waving.
His stomach knotted. None of the townsfolk on their porches seemed to notice him. Their eyes slid past like the kid wasn't even there.
The kid was in the range of his true awareness ability and even then his ability didn't detect him. Which gave him clear understanding that his ability didn't work on ghost or spiritual type shit...and just on beings with physical body.
'Hmm... can't complain much as it cost only 200 points,' Dean sighed inwardly at that.
The boy walked on, never rushing, never stopping long enough for Dean to catch up. He led him past fences and sheds, out toward the edge of town and then into the forest.
An old warehouse stood waiting. Rusted walls, broken windows, the kind of place people avoided. The kinda place where people haven't been in a long time.
The boy stopped at the door. He lifted a hand, beckoning.
Dean slowed, scanning the empty lot. No one else. Just him and this strange kid.
"Of course it's a creepy warehouse," he muttered, adjusting his jacket.
The boy slipped inside without a word.
Dean hesitated. Although his ability didn't detect any human ir monsters inside, what if there was something spiritual or supernatural shit going on inside. And although the boy in white was shown as somewhat helpful and good character, what if he actually wasn't and was some scheming bastard instead.
Still, even with all the risks, Dean's instincts warned him that if he didn't go inside, he might miss something important.
He didn't step in right away. Instead, he leaned forward and peeked through the doorway. The Boy in White was still there, standing in the middle of the warehouse. That same unsettling smile stayed fixed on his face as he lifted a hand, motioning for Dean to come closer.
The rest of the place was dark and empty. Broken beams, rusted walls, shadows stretching into the corners. It might have been hard for a normal guy to see anything past the gloom, but Dean's Keen Eyes skill cut through it without trouble.
Dean clenched his jaw. 'All right, fuck it. Let's see what this is.'
He stepped inside.
The boy in white tilted his head. That damn smile never left his face. He waved at Dean to come closer. Dean froze. Something felt wrong. But a small voice told him the answers were just ahead. He took a deep breath and stepped forward. His boots scraped the floor. The echo bounced around the empty warehouse.
The air around Dean began to hum. The floor beneath his boots wobbled slightly. The walls around him seemed to stretch and shift. Shadows moved unnaturally across the surfaces. Dean's stomach sank as a chill ran down his spine. Then, suddenly, the warehouse around him disappeared.
Dean's boots hit dirt. The smell of rust was gone, replaced by damp, earthy air. He realized he was underground, in the tunnels beneath the town. The ceiling was low, and water dripped constantly from above. Narrow paths twisted in every direction, and the walls were slick and black. It felt unreal — like teleportation, or maybe just an illusion. He couldn't be sure.
As he tried to move, he noticed something strange. His hands and legs were pinned against the walls by cold, iron chains. They were tight, biting into his skin, holding him in place. He struggled, but the chains didn't give.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed through the tunnel. Dean's head snapped toward the far end. An old man in a yellow suit appeared at the end of the tunnel, glowing slightly in the dim light. His face was lined and sharp, and his eyes burned with cruel intensity. Before Dean could react, the man was suddenly right in front of him.
Dean tried to yell, but no sound came out. The old man's hand shot forward with impossible speed. In an instant, it closed around Dean's throat and tore through flesh as if it were nothing. Pain exploded through Dean's body, sharp and burning, like every nerve was on fire.
Then — everything vanished. The chains, the tunnels, the old man — all disappeared. Dean stumbled, clutching his throat, back in the warehouse. Sweat poured down his face, and his chest heaved. His muscles shook violently.
Dean's mind raced, but his iron will kicked in. The panic faded, and his mind cleared.
He was alive. The chains had not truly held him. The old man had not killed him. It had been a vision, an illusion, or maybe a warning. He didn't know.
He wiped the sweat from his face and rubbed his neck. He checked for injuries. Nothing.
Slowly, he lifted his head and saw the boy in white. The kid was still there, standing in the middle of the warehouse, that same damn unnerving smile on his face. Nothing had changed, but everything felt different.
Dean blinked. What the hell did the boy want? What was he trying to show him? Was it a vision of future or a warning to stay the hell away from there? He didn't know.
All he could conclude from this was that he should stay away from the tunnels unless he wanted his throat to be ripped out by the man in yellow suit.
The man in yellow suit was quite a mystery. He had appeared at the end of the third season where he killed Jim for Tabhita's mistake of digging deeper into the town's mysteries. Jim had suffered for her mistakes.
So maybe Dean himself had went into tunnels in the future, tried to dig something or maybe discovered some secret about the town, leading to appearance of the man in yellow suit.
His eyes locked on the boy in white. "What the hell was that? What are you trying to tell me? Should I not go in the tunnels?" he asked, his voice low and tense.
The boy didn't answer. He just tilted his head and kept that damn calm smile, then his gaze shifted behind Dean.
Dean didn't continue with his questions as he too had sensed someone entering the radius of his ability. His instincts told him it wasn't an immediate threat, but he couldn't ignore it. Slowly, he turned his head to see who it was.
His gaze fell on Victor, moving cautiously, almost deliberately, as he approached the warehouse.
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