|Dean Winchester is freaking awesome (savedfromhell) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2015-01-19 01:07:00
|Entry tags:||dean winchester, jo harvelle|
Who: Dean and Jo (And eventually open to any)
What: Waking up in The Graveyard, with no memory
Where: The Graveyard
Warnings: None as yet
The last thing that Dean remembered, was being attacked by Alastair. Torturing the demon for information on who was killing the angels. And, enjoying it. It disgusted him, how much he'd enjoyed hurting that bastard. The thrill it gave him, to finally be able to live out the dream he'd had every night in hell. And, every night since. Because, it wasn't just the nightmares of what Alastair did to him in hell, that woke him in a cold sweat every night. But, also the dreams of what he himself had done to other souls. Dean knew, without a doubt. That he'd been well on his way to being forged into a demon when Castiel dragged him from the pit.
When he finally awoke, the first thing he noticed was the freaking cold. And wet. Why was he cold and wet? Opening his eyes, he realised he was lying in the snow. "What the hell?" He muttered to himself, as he got up pulling his gun from underneath his jacket. Relieved that the leather had protected most of him from being completely soaked.
He looked around, trying to work out where he was, and how he'd gotten there. And where Sam and Cas were. When he saw her. He slim figure was lying just a short distance from where he'd been lying.
"Jo?" He said, rushing over to her side, and kneeling down to check she was alright.