SUPERNATURAL. in which dean winchester is pulled out of hell but he's unsure of who or what pulled him out. it's up to him, allison argent, and his younger brother sam to find out. all while fighting off the apocalypse.
SEASON FOUR - SEASON FIVE
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DEAN STARES UP AT THE CEILING AS HE RELEASES A SUDDEN GASP. He had woken up from his sleep, from a dream that Castiel appeared in, requesting that he, his brother, and his girlfriend to go to a secret place. Sam was sound asleep in the other bed and Allison laid next to Dean — her arm draped over his chest. He reached up, gently taking ahold of her wrist, rubbing small circles into it as he recalled his dream.
Allison stirred awake at his action. She blinked a few times, trying to gain her vision. At the moment, almost everything was blurry. She stared at the side of Dean's face, trying to comprehend where she was, who was next to her and what she was doing. Then it came back to her. She moaned slightly, causing him to turn his head, locking eyes with her.
"Good morning, sunshine," he smiled softly as he stared at her. He adored her, there was no denying that. Even if she had drool pooling down her chin. She moaned once more in response, using the back of her hand to wipe away the drool. "What time is it . . ." she trailed off, turning over to look at the alarm clock. It read 2:54 AM.
She released a loud groan, plopping her head back down to look at Dean with a questioning look. "Why are you up?" she asks him, turning her body back over to face him. He gnawed on his lip for a moment, "We need to go," was all he said before sliding out of the bed.
"That's all I get?" she asked him and he turned back to look at her nodding as he took off his shirt. She sat up, smirking slightly at the sight of his naked torso. He noticed this and grinned, throwing his old shirt at her, hitting her square in the face. "Ugh," she grumbled, pulling the shirt off her face.
"Go wake up Sam. I'm getting changed and you need to too," he said, exiting the room going into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Allison looks to the bed next to her, watching Sam's chest rise and fall with every breath he took. She reached over, grabbing Dean's vacant pillow and hauled it toward the younger brother.
He gasped and sat up, not expecting the sudden hit. It frightened him out of his sleep. "Get up and get ready. We have to go," Allison grumbled, rubbing her face slightly.
"What time is it . . ." he trailed off, looking at the clock, much like Allison did. 2:56 AM. He groaned and fell back onto the bed, "Where are we going?"
"Ask your brother."
Apparently, Dean had no idea why Castiel gave him the coordinates that he did. They walked through a dark tunnel. "What'd he say, Dean? What was so important?" Sam asks.
"If I knew, would I be here?" Dean questioned his brother, glancing over at him. Sam sighed, knowing he was right. Allison followed closely behind, shining her flashlight everywhere. The building they were in, was completely demolished. Why would Castiel send them there?
