Sep 14, 2014 22:11
Anna's head ached like she had drank a marathon's worth of alcohol as she slowly came to consciousness in the clinic room. Her eyes squinted before they very slowly opened to the bright lights of the room. Everything felt stiff and unused and for a moment she was disoriented. What was the last thing she remembered? Where was she? Nothing seemed to make sense in her muddled brain.
She moved to sit up, but fumbled awkwardly and ended up knocking something off the side table.
anna milton,
john winchester,
clinic,
castiel