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[ Yeah, this wasn't normal.
Then again, nothing about Dean's life was normal, so he wasn't exactly sure why this particular situation was creeping him the hell out. But then... Sam was the one who typically got his ass kidnapped, right? Now it sort of seemed like the opposite had happened, and someone had nabbed him when he'd least expected it. Which was just great. Really. Just fucking awesome, and now Dean was stumbling around in some abandoned town, not even able to see five feet in front of him because of the massive amounts of fog.
Yeah. Fog. Nothing ever good came with fog. Dean had learned that a long, long time ago. Fog was the type of shit that he typically tried to avoid, except fog was also rather unavoidable for people like him. But this fog wasn't really natural, was unlike any fog he'd ever experienced in his entire life.
Which wasn't a good sign, either. ]
Goddamnit.
[ He stumbled through the dark, stopping every second or two to peer around him in search for that one person that he was kind of hoping would show up. Somewhere. Somehow. Sometime soon, preferably, because this place was giving him the heebie-jeebies. ]
Sammy? Sam?
[ He shook his head, tipping his chin down toward his chest as he muttered a soft curse word beneath his breath. He shifted his gun in his hand and then pushed away from the wall he'd propped himself up against, continuing his trek down the street.
Yeah. Great. ]
Then again, nothing about Dean's life was normal, so he wasn't exactly sure why this particular situation was creeping him the hell out. But then... Sam was the one who typically got his ass kidnapped, right? Now it sort of seemed like the opposite had happened, and someone had nabbed him when he'd least expected it. Which was just great. Really. Just fucking awesome, and now Dean was stumbling around in some abandoned town, not even able to see five feet in front of him because of the massive amounts of fog.
Yeah. Fog. Nothing ever good came with fog. Dean had learned that a long, long time ago. Fog was the type of shit that he typically tried to avoid, except fog was also rather unavoidable for people like him. But this fog wasn't really natural, was unlike any fog he'd ever experienced in his entire life.
Which wasn't a good sign, either. ]
Goddamnit.
[ He stumbled through the dark, stopping every second or two to peer around him in search for that one person that he was kind of hoping would show up. Somewhere. Somehow. Sometime soon, preferably, because this place was giving him the heebie-jeebies. ]
Sammy? Sam?
[ He shook his head, tipping his chin down toward his chest as he muttered a soft curse word beneath his breath. He shifted his gun in his hand and then pushed away from the wall he'd propped himself up against, continuing his trek down the street.
Yeah. Great. ]