hello, dean. what were you dreaming about?

[venatical]

Who: Dean Winchester and you!
When: Day 86-88
Where: Dreamland.
What: Dean goes to sleep with the intention of getting back to that city, which leads to some potential for lucid dreaming! Check the comments for scenarios. If you want something specific, let me know!

Warnings: Blood, light gore, talk of torture.

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[lightgunhustler]

"Sounds simple enough."

She figures it's a hell of a lot harder than it sounds, but it's a simple goal. One they can focus on. That's good. They have direction.

"Any leads on where he might be, how to find him? He as able-bodied as we are?" That was important. She figures he must be -- he's an angel, after all -- but it didn't hurt to ask, to prepare for the worst case scenario. There was a big difference between needing to find someone because you were simply separated, or because they had been injured or taken from you.

[venatical]

"I... I dunno." He clenches his jaw and tries to swallow that worry down. "Maybe. Probably. It's not his body I'm worried about."

She hasn't seen; she doesn't know. Maybe it's better that way.

The portal is this way, and that's where they're headed, but he still can't shake how that doesn't feel right. They should be looking for something else.

"Keep your eyes peeled for anything... anything that looks like it doesn't fit."

[lightgunhustler]

"Nice of them to make whatever it is stand out, I guess." Whatever they were on the lookout for, it would make it easy to spot, whether it was the portal or monsters or Castiel himself. She keeps up alongside him without difficulty, pushing herself just a little to take longer strides and keep in step.

"What do you mean about his body, though? Something happen to Cas?"

[venatical]

Dean stops, hearing something, and he's looking to make sure they're not about to be ambushed, but he's also looking for a way to sugarcoat this. What happened to Cas isn't easy to explain.

It turns out though that before he has a chance to say anything, one of those shadowy looking figures from the crystal city dream -- changed a little bit by Dean's memory, but still recognizable -- runs by, and Dean's blood runs cold, his hand reaching out automatically to touch Jo.

That's not something that happens in Purgatory.

"What was that?" he asks, eyes widening. He feels like he should know what it is, but he can't think of it.

[lightgunhustler]

She doesn't flinch at the touch, but goes tense and leans into it instead, squinting out into the darkness as if trying to catch a better glimpse of whatever had run past. It's gone from view now, but she feels her stomach beginning to tie itself into a knot, and she bites at her lower lip as she adjusts her grip on the handle of her knife. Her eyes are just as wide as his when she looks to him, shaking her head.

"Didn't look or feel like anything I've ever seen before. Seems like I should know what it is, but--" But she can't put a name to it. Nothing comes to mind.

"... it went that way." She jerks her head in the right direction. "We should go after it, right?"

[venatical]

Yeah," he says curtly, and then he starts moving. "Let's go."

He hates that she's here, hates that he's dragging her into something, hates the thought that he could be about to watch her die again, but she's a hunter, too, and where's he going to tell her to go? They have to do this together. And doesn't Dean selfishly prefer that? Purgatory is a hell of a place to be alone, and Dean... doesn't do so good with feeling lonely, either. He can get by, but that doesn't always mean anything.

"I feel that way too. About recognizing it but not. Definitely not something I've seen around here."

As they walk, the trees become fewer and fewer, and the ground becomes street. Soon, the trees stop entirely, and then there's the crystal city.

Dean squints, but when he turns around to check on Purgatory, it's completely gone. "The fuck," he says, turning around. "This is new."