Who: Dean Winchester (S4)//Open to anyone! What: Arrival Where: Camp When: Saturday morning
He'd clawed his way out of the ground, and he'd found himself staring down at his grave. It had all been sort of surreal, like a dream. It had to be a dream, but it had felt all too real.
And then he'd woken up. He'd been shaken by a soldier. The man didn't talk much, wouldn't answer any questions. Nausea had over come him, and he'd puked there as they walked, the soldier leading him on. He'd been searched, and photographed.
He was pretty sure he was dreaming. As far as dreams went, it was weird, but it wasn't so bad. There was no fire, no pain really. Just some nausea and a little soreness. He was no stranger to aching muscles. He could deal with that.
He was given a map and a key card, and sent on his way. He supposed that's when the nightmare would begin, as soon as he stepped outside. He felt the heat of the sun on his face, and nothing happened. Everything was quiet and still.