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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[venatical]

"No clue, but we're going to find out." He leads them both toward the yard, and gradually their surroundings start to change from a yard to streets and then there are buildings made of crystal, shining in the sunlight. The figures are here, not looking at either Charlie or Dean.

"Looks like Creep Central," he mutters, turning around, but the house of the first part of his dream is gone now. "Never came here on my summer vacation, though it's... kind of familiar."

[intraining]

As the bar b que shifts to some creepy crystal city, Charlie starts to seriously regret her weapon choice. She even takes a moment to stare at the spatula like she doesn't even remember picking it up when Dean stops, and she runs right into his back-side.

Right, yes. Creepy people in the city. Priorities. "It looks more like one of my video games than anything." But the fact none of the people are looking at them is giving her the heebie geebies. "They're def running away from something, though."