Abandoned house, Monday morning
Jumping from flashes of the screams of the damned to complete darkness and stale air wasn't exactly the easiest way to come to.
Dean had never really done things the easy way.
It took him a moment to get his bearings -- what little bearings he seemed to have. He was lying on something hard, in complete darkness, and when he called for help, what little voice he had seemed to stop a few inches in front of his face.
He lashed out instinctively, and nearly broke three fingers against what seemed to be stone.
Several gasped curses and pleas for help, a cracked fingernail, and two painfully stubbed toes later, and he was flinging himself out of what turned out to be a hastily sealed crypt, stumbling right out into blinding sunlight and stiff grass. He straightened slowly and peered around, struggling to swallow around a very dry throat.
He was in Milieux. That there was the house he'd taken Sam to after he'd -- he shook his head. That there was what was left of the house he'd taken Sam to. Something had collapsed the house -- and several of the trees lining the edge of the house's lawn. Something damned powerful. (Something that might possibly have been noticed, if it hadn't been for the fact that at the same time, unbeknownst to the forces dragging him out of hell, a science lab had gone kablooey.)
This . . . was not good.
[ooc: Dean has risen! Establishy and NFB, please, the public post for interactions will be up shortly.]
Dean had never really done things the easy way.
It took him a moment to get his bearings -- what little bearings he seemed to have. He was lying on something hard, in complete darkness, and when he called for help, what little voice he had seemed to stop a few inches in front of his face.
He lashed out instinctively, and nearly broke three fingers against what seemed to be stone.
Several gasped curses and pleas for help, a cracked fingernail, and two painfully stubbed toes later, and he was flinging himself out of what turned out to be a hastily sealed crypt, stumbling right out into blinding sunlight and stiff grass. He straightened slowly and peered around, struggling to swallow around a very dry throat.
He was in Milieux. That there was the house he'd taken Sam to after he'd -- he shook his head. That there was what was left of the house he'd taken Sam to. Something had collapsed the house -- and several of the trees lining the edge of the house's lawn. Something damned powerful. (Something that might possibly have been noticed, if it hadn't been for the fact that at the same time, unbeknownst to the forces dragging him out of hell, a science lab had gone kablooey.)
This . . . was not good.
[ooc: Dean has risen! Establishy and NFB, please, the public post for interactions will be up shortly.]