[washing ashore] dean winchester
[Dean comes to with the sound of waves in his ears and birds overheard. And the water literally in his ears. And in his mouth....he coughs and splutters]
What the-
[he rolls himself up and looks around a beautiful sandy beach, finding himself laying in the surf]
Oh hell, my jacket! [jumps up to his feet and shakes himself off, his clothes soaked and sandy. He starts to look around again]
This isn't Atlantic City....
[sees shapes further up the beach and runs his hand through his hair as he moves towards them. He starts to make out tents, and run down make-shift housing made of various parts of forrest]
Okay...where's Ginger?
What the-
[he rolls himself up and looks around a beautiful sandy beach, finding himself laying in the surf]
Oh hell, my jacket! [jumps up to his feet and shakes himself off, his clothes soaked and sandy. He starts to look around again]
This isn't Atlantic City....
[sees shapes further up the beach and runs his hand through his hair as he moves towards them. He starts to make out tents, and run down make-shift housing made of various parts of forrest]
Okay...where's Ginger?