Dean

I wake up in my car, the windows are all broken, the hood is dented horribly, and there's blood all over the seats. "Son of a bitch."

I slowly push myself up, seeing that I have a broken leg.

  When I finally get out of the car, I see hundreds, maybe even thousands, of dead bodies covering the road.

I turn around to find myself facing a black haired boy with beautiful blue eyes.

"Hello, Dean."


 

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