Clap if you believe.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean was sitting alone at a table in a room, one of those really cheap motel rooms with the peeling wallpaper and busted tv, thinking about everything that had been going on recently. He didn't have too much time though as the door to the room burst open slamming against the wall. Getting up from the chair Dean thought that something about this was all too familiar, this of course was re enforced with a white ball of light flew in through the more broken doorway.

“Wait a minute,“ the Winchester said as he leaned in to take a look. “Nipples? I do remember this!”

Almost as if on cue the ball of white light struck a blow on his chin, sending the demon crashing back.

“The fairy! Trust me lady, this does not end well for you!” he yelled as the scene played out.

Their battle down memory lane continued until it's inevitable conclusion, the little naked lady cooking in the microwave. Next Sam would come through the door and they would talk about what happened. Dean heard the foot steps behind him and spoke without turning around.

“I am guessing this is a dream Sammy, so how about we just let me wake up?” Dean asked, his voice sounding rather exhausted.

“Well you got one thing right,” came an all too familiar voice. “This, dear Squirrel, is most definitely a dream of some sort.”

Dean know who it was who stood behind him and did not even have to turn around.

“Crowley, why is it whenever I start seeing shit it is always you?” Dean didn't even wait for a response before going over to the fridge and getting a beer, opening it, and then sitting at the table again. “What do you want?”

“You do realize that beer isn't even real right?” the King of Hell inquired.

“And?” Dean spat back.

“Right, forgot who I was talking to.” Crowley made his way over and took a chair opposite of Dean before going on. “But as to your previous question, who else were you expecting? I mean with the current state of things me and you are practically family! Being a demon will do that too you, also maybe mine is the voice you hate the least right now?”

“Nah,” Dean said after thinking about it for a while. “If anything it is that Sinestro guy I hate the least, I hope he isn't dead. Anyway I will ask again, what the hell are YOU doing here? I know why I am, it is my dream after all. Wasn't even sure if I could even dream still.”

“Honestly, I have no idea why I am here.” Crowley paused for a second, tilting his head to the side and spreading out his hands before him. “Unless it has something to do with your current predicament.”

Taking a sip from the beer Dean raised an eyebrow, “And what predicament is that exactly?”

“Just think Squirrel!” Crowley snapped at him. “What is the last thing you remember? Being in that car with the fake me? Then what? Do you think you are still there or maybe you vanished, or fell out even, but I can tell you this for sure... you have been doing a whole lot of nothing. And what happens to someone who just lays around in a desert? Where the sands shift and move all the time?”

“Shit.” Dean swore and tossed the half full beer aside. “I'm not buried alive again, am I?”

Crowley's apparition couldn't help but laugh. 

“Yes, you are buried alive again” was all it said to him before vanishing. 

“FUC...” the Winchester brother started to scream before his eyes snapped open and he was indeed buried alive in the sand once again. 

Carefully, and painfully slow as well, he started to dig his way up and out.

[Dean Winchester]

One things that Dean noted about being buried alive was that it was a pain in the ass to dig your way out. The first time wasn't so bad as he had the first blade with him, though at this point in time it seemed to be missing which meant that this was going to take much longer, or at least it felt like it was going to.


The Winchester had no idea how long he had been under the sand but by the time he reached the surface it was dark out so when he pulled himself from the hole he took a few steps to the side and just sat down right there before just sprawling out in the sand and looking at the sky.


“This world is messed up” he muttered out loud as he lay there, just watching the stars in the sky. He lay there for a bit, he wasn't sure how long exactly but it was at least till he got bored, and stood up checking the sheath where the first blade normally was.


Empty, just great. He wasn't sure exactly where it was or if he could find it but he did have an idea. That Sinestro guy did show him a bit about how this place works before so maybe, just maybe, he could summon the first blade back or recreate it or whatever. He just had to believe after all, put his emotions into it and what not.


Pulling out a piece of that silver stuff the demon focused on it , watching as it slowly started to stretch out and take the form of his blade. After that it started to get some definition to it, and then the colour including all the blood stains. After that was completed he focused his anger into the blade, causing it to erupt into flames as he watched grinning.


Cool, it worked. Now all Dean had to do was make his way back to that town without a name. There was no way in hell he was heading back to the place that he and his friends had just ransacked, then again who knows how long ago that had even been? For all he knew all that was left in this god forsaken dessert was a bunch of ash piles people used to call towns.


He wasn't sure where he was heading to but his usual tactic of pick a direction and find the way from random folks hadn't failed him yet so with an Eeny Meany this way we go he headed off into the night.

[Dean Winchester]

The funny thing about time is that when you wander alone in a barren sand filled wasteland it tends to lose all meaning, as it had for the wandering demon. He wasn't sure exactly how long he had been traveling but it had been a while. It could have been days, weeks, potentially even months, but right now that did not matter to him.

All that did was the he really REALLY wanted a beer.

He had spent most of his time walking, day and night, until either he was forced to stop or he found someone to ask for directions to someplace he knew. Well, it was either asking them or slaughtering the entire lot except for one and getting info from them. Sometimes it was a bit of column A, and sometimes it was B. Either way the outcome was the same, first he would be sent in one direction and then eventually another.

That was until finally something the remotely resembled something familiar finally broke on the horizon. Small rather run down buildings that seemed to generally be town shaped. Either this was that nameless town where all his troubles started when he got here, or he had been gone longer then he thought and new things were popping up.


With a slight shrug the demon heading off towards the buildings, hoping to get some sort of answers when he got there.