a new world will begin (for winchesterbitch and winchesterjerk)
She didn't know where she was at first. All she knew was that she was cold.
It took her a few moments for her to recognize her surroundings, because nothing was there anymore. No furniture, no curtains, no hint that anyone had once lived there.
Except the claw marks that were still on the walls of the closet. And the dark markings on the wall of the living room that someone (Sam?) hadn't been able to entirely wash clean.
It took her a few minutes to calm down, gather her thoughts. She remembered what had happened, what she'd become, what Sam had had to do. And things were gone, things had changed, so she'd obviously been gone for some time. But she didn't remember anything about where she'd been or what had happened to her since. She just...wasn't here, and then she was.
Sam. And Dean.
She couldn't figure this out on her own, and they were the most likely to know. So she pulled the shirt she was wearing tighter around her (it was just a shirt, but it was Sam's, big enough to keep her somewhat decent) and broke into the house next door to send a message online.
Luckily, one of the people she was looking for saw her message.
So now she was waiting in her old apartment, sitting by the window, alternating between looking for their car and casting nervous glances at the sky.
It took her a few moments for her to recognize her surroundings, because nothing was there anymore. No furniture, no curtains, no hint that anyone had once lived there.
Except the claw marks that were still on the walls of the closet. And the dark markings on the wall of the living room that someone (Sam?) hadn't been able to entirely wash clean.
It took her a few minutes to calm down, gather her thoughts. She remembered what had happened, what she'd become, what Sam had had to do. And things were gone, things had changed, so she'd obviously been gone for some time. But she didn't remember anything about where she'd been or what had happened to her since. She just...wasn't here, and then she was.
Sam. And Dean.
She couldn't figure this out on her own, and they were the most likely to know. So she pulled the shirt she was wearing tighter around her (it was just a shirt, but it was Sam's, big enough to keep her somewhat decent) and broke into the house next door to send a message online.
Luckily, one of the people she was looking for saw her message.
So now she was waiting in her old apartment, sitting by the window, alternating between looking for their car and casting nervous glances at the sky.