Streets of Milieux, Monday around noon
Dean was on a mission. A mission from God. A mission of many steps.
Step 1: get some damned water already. The water to the abandoned houses near where he'd woken up had all been shut off ages ago, so it was a bit of a trek to make it to a part of the town where this step could be accomplished.
Step 1(a): get some food, while he was at it.
The list continued like that for some ways, really. Given the extenuating circumstances, he should probably be forgiven for listing "find out what the hell happened" at fairly low priority. That'd probably change once he got around to noticing that all his scars had healed, with the exception of the brand-spanking-new human hand print burned into his shoulder.
[ooc: And this one's the open one. La! I'm thinking Sam's thread is probably the last one.]
Step 1: get some damned water already. The water to the abandoned houses near where he'd woken up had all been shut off ages ago, so it was a bit of a trek to make it to a part of the town where this step could be accomplished.
Step 1(a): get some food, while he was at it.
The list continued like that for some ways, really. Given the extenuating circumstances, he should probably be forgiven for listing "find out what the hell happened" at fairly low priority. That'd probably change once he got around to noticing that all his scars had healed, with the exception of the brand-spanking-new human hand print burned into his shoulder.
[ooc: And this one's the open one. La! I'm thinking Sam's thread is probably the last one.]