Be happy, this one is longer...
So I was inspired to write this by a friend who is currently obssessed with the wonders of Wonderland.
Still haven't gone very far down the rabbit hole, but we will get there soon.
I don't own either Through the Looking Glass, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland or Supernatural... how sad is my world... though I do have copies of them all...
Down the Rabbit Hole
Looking around himself, Dean began to explore the room around him. It was circular, set up like a tube. He couldn't see the ceiling at all due to the sheer height, Dean didn't know how, but it appeared that there were pictures and wall hangings going all the way up; at least as far as Dean could see.
The other thing Dean couldn't see was a door, it was like he fell down a well or something.
This only slightly bothered him, Dean was certain that if he had to he might be able to climb out. At least he hoped he could.
Walking with his hand grazing the wall, Dean kept his eyes roving anywhere along the wall that mighht be a hidden door. He wasn't sure just how many times he circled the room, knowing that he really didn't want to try climbing out of the hole, before he found the door.
The tiny door. The tiny door nearly hidden by a fallen book. The tiny door, hidden by the book that maybe only a mouse could fit through.
Sighing, Dean crouched down on his hands and knees, peering at the tiny blue door with the golden knob. He poked at it, flicking it, maybe his actions would sound like knocking to the obviously miniature inhabitants and they would answer.
Dean froze, unsure of why that thought came so naturally, and why it didn't seem absurd.
He sat up on his haunches, leaning his head against the checkerboard wallpaper. He couldn't have been here for more than a half hour hadn't left this room at all, and already he knew this place was going to be strange. He also knew that his headache was probably going to get much worse before this little solo adventure was over.
"There has to be a way out of here, Dean."
Dean turned around, sighing again and rubbing his temples; because he had his eyes closed Dean didn't notice the table that appeared in front of him.