[You all, as in the people around Dean and in his house, not that Raylan's mouth was physically capable of putting it that way without an obvious chest pain.
Raylan nodded at the repetition and kept his eyes on the bucket as Dean continued, trying to mind his ABC's.]
I didn't, no. Doc did, but not far enough to hurt anything more than his pride.[It wasn't the fall that was going to kill them. It was the damp, the dark, the crush of pressure from being trapped under the earth that set his heartrate jacked up even now, just to think back on it.
Raylan turned off the water and pulled the bucket out with a lifted chin look at Dean, like he'd only just heard the question.]
I know it runs back towards the Gull, but no door, like I said. It branches off in ways that don't match the toplevel street map. It needs to be explored, most likely. Mapped out. Marked. Down there, where people will see it. We need to leave some supplies down there, as soon as they can be spared after all that.
[It was pure pragmatism, sure sure. Not anything like Raylan trying to make sure that if he got trapped down there again, he wouldn't feel the grip he was wrestling with in his stomach. He picked up the few cleaning supplies and headed back towards the seating area, fully expecting Dean to follow but needing to do something with his hands. He needed to put his back to all of it, as best he could.]
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Raylan nodded at the repetition and kept his eyes on the bucket as Dean continued, trying to mind his ABC's.]
I didn't, no. Doc did, but not far enough to hurt anything more than his pride.[It wasn't the fall that was going to kill them. It was the damp, the dark, the crush of pressure from being trapped under the earth that set his heartrate jacked up even now, just to think back on it.
Raylan turned off the water and pulled the bucket out with a lifted chin look at Dean, like he'd only just heard the question.]
I know it runs back towards the Gull, but no door, like I said. It branches off in ways that don't match the toplevel street map. It needs to be explored, most likely. Mapped out. Marked. Down there, where people will see it. We need to leave some supplies down there, as soon as they can be spared after all that.
[It was pure pragmatism, sure sure. Not anything like Raylan trying to make sure that if he got trapped down there again, he wouldn't feel the grip he was wrestling with in his stomach. He picked up the few cleaning supplies and headed back towards the seating area, fully expecting Dean to follow but needing to do something with his hands. He needed to put his back to all of it, as best he could.]