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"…does."

Dean relinquished his grip on the device as the white light faded away, his brain struggling to process what he was now seeing. The dark and dusty storage locker had been replaced with what Dean likened to a sardine can.

"Dude…" Dean finally managed, "What the hell did you do?"

Sam blinked. "What did I do?" he hissed back, "You're the one who had to press the button!"

"How the hell was I supposed to know this would happen…" Whatever this is, his thoughts added.

"This thing was in dad's supernatural toxic waste dump; of course something bad was going to happen!"

"How…"

The brothers froze; the sound of heavy boots on metal reached their ears and was moving towards their position. They did their best to press themselves against the wall of the strange metal room and waited.

"I'm beginning to hate these trips," a voice said with a sigh.

"Yeah… three weeks stuck on the Daedalus…" a second voice chuckled.

"I swear… if I get stuck on mop duty again I'm gonna hijack a 302 and get the hell out of here."

"Good luck with that."

"Yeah, thanks."

The two voices laughed together as they passed by the brothers, seemingly unaware of their presence and continued on down the metal hallway. Dean, being closest to the doorway, poked his head out as much as he dared.

"Coast is clear," he confirmed, relaxing somewhat, "Okay… so…" he continued, staring at Sam, waiting for him to fill in the blanks, "What the hell do you think is going on here?"

"Uhh… I have no idea."

"Yeah, well that stupid look on your face suggests that you're thinking something."

"Yeah, well," Sam replied, mimicking his brothers' voice, "what I'm thinking is crazy."

"Sam, crazy is our natural state of being," Dean replied, fidgeting with his gun, "So tell me what you're thinkin' before I start freakin' out."

"Start?"

"Shuddup."

"Alright, well…" Sam said slowly, getting his thoughts in order, "I think… that when you pressed the button… and we were both holding the… thing, that we were teleported somewhere."

"Teleportation? That's your idea?"

"…yeah."

Dean took a minute to digest Sam's answer, his eyes darting between the metal walls and the small plastic stick thing that Sam still had clutched in his hand.

"Okay," he replied finally, "Where to?"

"Judging from the conversation we overheard, the fact that every surface is made of metal… add to it the uniforms those two guys were wearing… my best guess…"

"Yeah…?"

"I think we're on a submarine."

"A submarine?"

"Yeah… maybe."

"Underwater?"

"Well that is the purpose of submarines, Dean."

"Holy crap…" Dean muttered, fending off a panic attack, "so that thing is like some freaky top secret military experiment?"

"Maybe, Dean… I don't know. It's just an idea, but unless you wanna go ask somebody where we are, it's the best I can do. So just stop panicking, hum Metallica or something, and let me think."

Sam started to pace back and forth as Dean crouched down and took several deeps breaths in order to calm himself, the sound of more footsteps approaching their position forced them back into their hiding spots and as the footsteps faded Sam breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back into the middle of the room.

"Alright, first things first… we need to find a better place to hide, a room with a locking door would be an improvement."

Sam peered down the hallways, his mind ticking over with possibilities, and punishments.

"There's an open door about five metres down, on my left. I think that'd be a good place to start."

"Ok…" Dean said, standing up and doing his best to hide his anxiety. He stepped in front of a Sam, gun drawn, and double checked that the coast was clear before stepping out and making his way down the corridor, Mission Impossible style, whilst a bewildered Sam followed close behind.

Sam stood at the entrance and checked his six before a sharp yank on his collar pulled him into the room.

"Dude," his brother hissed, "it's not a room. It's a friggin' adjoining hallway... there's another corridor over here..."

Sam clipped his brother over the head for trying to decapitate him with his own shirt before following him over to the other entrance. The brothers Winchester peered up and down the length of the passageway in search of another open door.

"No more doors..." Sam muttered.

"Alright." Dean said, with a certain amount of confidence back in his voice, "Let's go left."

"No, I think we should go right."

"Why?"

"Because that's the way those two guys came from."

"Exactly why we should go left, or haven't you heard the phrase 'there's more where they came from'?"

"Idiot." Sam muttered with a shake of his head.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

"Shuddup and follow me."

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