Who: Abby Maitland and Dean Winchester, possibly others later What: Abby is looking for Dean after his journal about needing help Where: amongst the rubble near Dean's apartment When: after dark, not sure what time it is anymore Rating: PG-13 for potential language Minimum: Free! Status: Incomplete.
Abby was running around the rather large shelter she'd managed to construct with what she had around at the time. She'd gotten pretty good at making solid structures quickly and with reletively no good supplies, and she was trying to make sure everyone who had found their way there thus far was safe for the most part. There were a number of broken bones, a few people bleeding, but she was glad to see there weren't any life threatening injuries as of yet. She'd kept her journal open and checked it frequently in case anyone had called out for help. She had just seen Dean's message when she was getting a new person settled in.
After figuring out where he'd been, she left a few instructions with the uninjured people nearby and went running off into the rain and wind. It almost blew her over as she exited the shelter, but she steadied herself and then headed towards the part of the building where room 7 would have been. When she got to roughly that area she started looking at the rubble around her. "Dean!" she yelled, over and over again. She stumbled over the rocks, continuing to yell for him, hoping to hear him, hoping he'd hear her.
She thought she heard a muffled noise nearby, and she went to that spot and started throwing all her weight against the rubble around that spot. "I'm coming Dean! Hang on, I'll have you out soon!" Luckily, there didn't seem to be anything too big for her to move, and she was able to uncover him after not too long a time.