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]

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."