Dead dead

As quietness deafened both Atlas and Dean, the latter started grumbling again. Dean had checked all corners for a signal. He even crawled and stood on the counter for a higher reach, but to no avail.

In the end, Dean slumped on the floor with a deep sigh.

"We're dead, Atlas," he grumbled. "Like real… dead. Dead dead. Do you hear me?"

Atlas didn't answer.

Dean snapped his eyes at the man, cocking his head to the side. "We're going to die, and you're putting your faith in your sister's mood."

Atlas still ignored him, keeping his eyes ahead, his mind drifting elsewhere. After a second, he finally spoke.

"We are," Atlas muttered. "We're dead."

"..." Dean's face soured as his heart felt utterly bitter. He looked away and hissed, letting out another profanity. "If I end up as a ghost, I'll haunt that Jonathan — no, I'll haunt the ghost of you. I'll follow you in the ghost world, and even once we cross over — be it heaven or hell."