{01} [Lobby] Try to figure out what all this is for
Chuck found himself in the middle of a lobby. It looked fancy, too fancy for any hotel he could afford. He couldn't remember how he got there or why he was there. It reminded him of the room that Dean had been kept in by the angels. He looked around. There were no medival paintings of angels and humans or large, fancy tubs of beer or burgers piled high on a silver platter.
But it was fancy. Really, really fancy. Too fancy. Oh God, was he dead? Was this Heaven? The last thing he remembered was working on the newest Supernatural book, Abandon All Hope. He knew that as he was dreaming it, it was going to happen. It always happened. Sort of. And he'd leaned back in his chair, feeling emotionally and mentally exhausted of writing out the death scene. And then...he was here.
Oh God, had he fallen backwards in his chair and cracked his head on the floor? The teachers in school always warned kids about the dangers of doing that. Had he died?
He turned in a circle, beginning to panic. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. He inhaled deeply before exhaling forcefully through his mouth, causing his cheeks to poof out a little. Can't hyperventilate. Nope. Not good.
But it was fancy. Really, really fancy. Too fancy. Oh God, was he dead? Was this Heaven? The last thing he remembered was working on the newest Supernatural book, Abandon All Hope. He knew that as he was dreaming it, it was going to happen. It always happened. Sort of. And he'd leaned back in his chair, feeling emotionally and mentally exhausted of writing out the death scene. And then...he was here.
Oh God, had he fallen backwards in his chair and cracked his head on the floor? The teachers in school always warned kids about the dangers of doing that. Had he died?
He turned in a circle, beginning to panic. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. He inhaled deeply before exhaling forcefully through his mouth, causing his cheeks to poof out a little. Can't hyperventilate. Nope. Not good.