Seer《Book 1: Season 5-6 》

Another One?

Cold. Dark. Wet. No...very wet. Dripping. Dripping....
Smell of dirt. Back stiff.

I gasp for air, though there really wasn't any, when I realized I'm not imagining those sensations. My lungs felt as if they were full of dust. They probably were.
I had no room to move, and there was nothing but blackness, and apparently something leaking from above me. Dripping fat globs of stagnant, earthy water.
Panicking, I clawed at whatever was above me with weakened arms. Anxiety increased once I remembered exactly what happened, and realized exactly where I was.
In a pine box.
Fucking hell...I'm buried alive.

As I fought the painful suffocation gripping at my lungs, I could feel the wood was rotted. Soft and spongy to the touch. I kicked and punched with what little leverage I had in the small space but to no avail as my actions merely doused me with more mud ridden water.
I tried to calm myself, sucking in what was likely the last bit of air inside the coffin, and summoned my strength.
With a desperate quick burst of power, I pushed my psychic energy as hard as I could. It was weak, I could tell, but it worked. Everything above me blasted upward, giving me a glance of sunlight before it all started falling back down loosely.
A piece of the wood conked my forehead, but my adrenaline pumped so feverishly that I barely felt it. Now I could dig.

I shoveled and swam through the disturbed dirt and debris until I could feebly sit up and feel the rain on my face, taking in a greedy breath of fresh air.

It was pouring rain, and I've never felt anything more glorious as it slowly rinsed the dirt from my face. Choking and coughing, I grazed my blurry eyes around my surroundings.
My grave was shallow, which explained why I was getting leaked on. Body must have really rotted before...wait, why am I alive!?

I looked myself over. I was caked in filth, but appearing to be very much alive. Instinctively I grasped the area around my middle where I had been stabbed. I didn't feel anything but a hole in my shirt, frayed edges catching on unkempt and jagged fingernails.
My clothes were the same as what I was wearing that night on the street. Meaning nobody gave me a proper burial. At least they had the courtesy of putting me in a box. But this was definitely a body dump.
Looking around at my surroundings, I was hopeful by the look of the trees I was still in the midwest somewhere. I died in Omaha Nebraska, and if I could find a road I might be able to tell if I was still in the same state.
Yeah, find a road, steal a car and...then what?

With some effort, I dragged myself out of the grave and tried to stand, only to stumble on weak knees and lean on a tree. I waited for my breath to steady before trying to a step again.
However, once I tried, I felt it coming. A vision.
My head seared with migriane-like agony. Great...a premonition, my favorite.
Unlike the real time visions, premonitions were debilitating and painful. I dont know why, because it never worked, but I tried to push it down and make it wait. It obviously had other ideas.

I saw the Winchesters, they'd survived Lucifer's release somehow. It was the last thing I saw of them in my sleeping death.
They were now at Bobby's door step. Some conversations flew by...Sam had left...But Bobby was possessed, even in visions I could see it's true face. It attacked Dean, other demons came, a fight a broke out...

The premonition ceased, leaving me gasping and shaking. I knew I had to help them. I only wished I knew if I had time.
Maybe I was sentimental, after everything I'd already seen, but I was feeling compelled to reach them. Surely there was a reason that they were all I could see for the last six years. I silently thanked my powers that I at least knew how long I'd been dead by watching those boys and their friends.
I started walking, feeling out with my weakened power where a road might be. I couldn't get it to muster up my actual location, not after that vision, but I caught an inkling of a highway just a few miles south of me. If this was Nebraska, thankfully the forests weren't too dense or large. At some point I would be coming across bean and cornfields, or cattle pastures at the least. Which meant highways.
And a drive to Sioux Falls would be less than a day from Nebraska too.