A Rude Awakening
When Dean awoke that morning, he found himself shivering. "Cas, can you turn the heat up? Jesus, this is ridiculous." It took him a second to realize that something was very wrong. His eyes opened and slowly focused on the surrounding area, which seemed to be covered with a great deal of white. While their cabin was mainly brown on the interior. He moved to sit up and felt his hand come in contact with cold dirt and realized he was on the ground.
Dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, Dean jumped to his feet immediately and looked around to see where he was. "Son of a bitch," he growled under his breath, watching his breath turn to a smoky mist as he spoke. "Just fucking great." This wasn't Stroma, and it certainly wasn't any place he wanted to be. With his arms folded across his chest, he made his way toward a group of buildings, trying not to step on anything since he had no shoes on.
Silently praying to Castiel, he continued his journey forward, hoping the other would at least hear him and know he was okay. Off in the distance, he spotted what appeared to be a dark-haired woman who looked familiar, though he couldn't place her name. "Hey, are you okay?" Dean called out to her, eyes squinting to get a better view. Wait. Was she naked? Was she one of those mermaids he had heard people talking about?