strung up (phaedra and open, if you want in)
In this world, Dean came to in a crowd.
All around him, guns were being fired, and some drunk townspeople were cheering. Dean realized that it was dark, which was nice. He also realized that if it wasn't at least late afternoon, or whatever it was, he'd be squinting a lot. And he had a cowboy hat on his head. And some kind of blanket poncho thing.
It took him a minute to realize that he was watching a hanging.
He couldn't see who they were hanging, which was probably better. Dean wasn't really down with the idea of public execution. He pulled himself away from the crowd as best he could an watched everyone disperse, looking for Sam, for Mary, for Jo... for anyone, really.
He remembered helping the Doctor. He remembered spending a lot of time with Annabelle and Phaedra, and a guy who said he was the god of dreams, even if Dean didn't think that was really the case (at least not now.)
It took a while for everyone to leave the square. And not everyone seemed all that normal. Dean saw more than one citizen with a few scales here and there, like reptiles, and more than one with orange eyes, though everything else about them seemed human.
Just as he started to worry about the Impala, Dean realized that he did recognize the figure hanging from the noose.
It was Phaedra.
He cursed under his breath. She was obviously faking, but they were going to, at the very least, cut her down and bury her. It looked like that wasn't happening just yet, like they might leave her there until the sun came up because everyone was too busy being stupid and rowdy.
If that happened, she was toast.
And if he cut her down, or she cut herself down, then the rest of the time they were here, she was gonna have to hide.