First Person: [It takes Dean a lot longer than necessary to figure out how to use his watch, but after an indiscernible about of time, he’s finally figured out that hey, there’s a writing function on this thing. Who’ve known?]
Ok I’ll make this quick because I really don’t have a lot of time but does anyone have a clue where this I’m not blind I see the sign says ruby city and all but I need a bit more detail than that is this wyoming or something? it looks like the middle of nowhere no seriously can anyone even read this at all I’m not supposed to be in any environment with a temperature lower than like 100 but since I am, might as well get used to it does anyone know Sam Winchester or know where I can get a lot of salt?
[Not even going to lie, he feels like a dumbass for just sending those messages off when he hasn’t a clue if anyone can even read them, but… he needs answers.]
Third Person: Dean wasn’t sure how to explain it. One moment he was burning hot, not just temperature wise, but with rage as well. It was a horrible dark feeling that he couldn’t articulate. Only those who had experienced the depths of hell could understand it, anyway. It had only been about four months, but it felt like decades that he’d been there. It wasn’t going to stop, either. It never would. That was the thing about hell. It wasn’t something he could ever adjust to. At least, this is what he hoped. If he started to become accustomed to it, that would mean he was losing his humanity. It was inevitable that it would happen, if he were there long enough.
That’s what confused him the most. He should’ve been there forever. Then somehow, Dean found himself not there. His mind was hazy, his body aching everywhere as if he’d been immobile for months. That’s when it hit him that this was actually his physical body. It was supposed to be burnt or buried somewhere. It should’ve been decomposed and absolutely nasty. Soreness aside, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
It was almost as if he hadn’t been sent to hell.
Dean knew he wasn’t as clever as someone like brother, but he was knowledgeable enough to know that this sort of thing didn’t happen. No one just gets yanked out of hell as if it’s nothing. Something big must’ve happened, but he couldn’t think of anything powerful enough to even do this. He’d admit only to himself just how frightening this was. He’d much prefer the known enemy than the unknown. He didn’t know whether it was friend or foe that had assisted him, but it was enough to make him wary.
He wasn’t even aware that he’d been on a train until he found himself getting off it. Each step hurt, but he endured because for whatever reason, he felt compelled. Now that he was moving, it was easier for him to become more alert and just soak up the environment. It was cold, much colder than he was used to anymore. He definitely wasn’t equipped for this temperature, either. “Son of a bitch,” he mumbled, rubbing his arms absentmindedly as he walked around the train platform.
God, he was hungry. This place seemed like a ghost town, but he hoped there was at least a burger joint in the area. His mouth salivated at the thought. A burger and pie. Or fries. Hell, he’d go for anything at this point. It was a matter of orienting himself and finding a restaurant.
Within minutes of getting off the train, he knew one thing for certain: he had no fucking idea where or what Ruby City was.
Dean Winchester | Supernatural | Reserved
[It takes Dean a lot longer than necessary to figure out how to use his watch, but after an indiscernible about of time, he’s finally figured out that hey, there’s a writing function on this thing. Who’ve known?]
Ok I’ll make this quick because I really don’t have a lot of time
but does anyone have a clue where this
I’m not blind I see the sign says ruby city and all but I need a bit more detail than that
is this wyoming or something?
it looks like the middle of nowhere
no seriously can anyone even read this at all
I’m not supposed to be in any environment with a temperature lower than like 100
but since I am, might as well get used to it
does anyone know Sam Winchester
or know where I can get a lot of salt?
[Not even going to lie, he feels like a dumbass for just sending those messages off when he hasn’t a clue if anyone can even read them, but… he needs answers.]
Third Person: Dean wasn’t sure how to explain it. One moment he was burning hot, not just temperature wise, but with rage as well. It was a horrible dark feeling that he couldn’t articulate. Only those who had experienced the depths of hell could understand it, anyway. It had only been about four months, but it felt like decades that he’d been there. It wasn’t going to stop, either. It never would. That was the thing about hell. It wasn’t something he could ever adjust to. At least, this is what he hoped. If he started to become accustomed to it, that would mean he was losing his humanity. It was inevitable that it would happen, if he were there long enough.
That’s what confused him the most. He should’ve been there forever. Then somehow, Dean found himself not there. His mind was hazy, his body aching everywhere as if he’d been immobile for months. That’s when it hit him that this was actually his physical body. It was supposed to be burnt or buried somewhere. It should’ve been decomposed and absolutely nasty. Soreness aside, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
It was almost as if he hadn’t been sent to hell.
Dean knew he wasn’t as clever as someone like brother, but he was knowledgeable enough to know that this sort of thing didn’t happen. No one just gets yanked out of hell as if it’s nothing. Something big must’ve happened, but he couldn’t think of anything powerful enough to even do this. He’d admit only to himself just how frightening this was. He’d much prefer the known enemy than the unknown. He didn’t know whether it was friend or foe that had assisted him, but it was enough to make him wary.
He wasn’t even aware that he’d been on a train until he found himself getting off it. Each step hurt, but he endured because for whatever reason, he felt compelled. Now that he was moving, it was easier for him to become more alert and just soak up the environment. It was cold, much colder than he was used to anymore. He definitely wasn’t equipped for this temperature, either. “Son of a bitch,” he mumbled, rubbing his arms absentmindedly as he walked around the train platform.
God, he was hungry. This place seemed like a ghost town, but he hoped there was at least a burger joint in the area. His mouth salivated at the thought. A burger and pie. Or fries. Hell, he’d go for anything at this point. It was a matter of orienting himself and finding a restaurant.
Within minutes of getting off the train, he knew one thing for certain: he had no fucking idea where or what Ruby City was.