There were no signs of life, nothing to show her that she was in a place she recognized. She knew that this had to be a dream, remembering that she had just closed her eyes before ending up here. She stood in a field; it was covered with fog and blowing random cold spurts of wind.
Looking down at herself, she wore a white full-length dress. It was loose and swept across her feet, tickling them with each blast of wind. The sleeves dangled over her hands, long enough to be tied in a bow. She looked down at the wet earth that her feet were covered in.
She stood in the mud with no shoes on. It was wet and creeping between her toes, dirtying the hem of her dress in the process. The mist that had begun to surround the plain made her skin feel damp. The dress started to cling to her figure, leaving her disgusted at the feeling.
Distracting herself from the uncomfortable material she was wearing, she started to notice two trees in the distance. They both stood tall, but one particular tree began to waver from the intensity of the wind. Most of the branches had already fallen off. The only thing that kept this tree alive and steady was the strength of the roots in the ground.
The healthier of the two was displaying its beauty to the rest of the field. Its growing leaves stood out against the murkiness in the air. The girl felt captivated by the poetic feel of these trees. Two parts of nature; one dying and the other full of life, existing next to each other. She had worked her way over to the trees, feeling something special emitting from them.
The tree that was sturdy and still developing beautifully suddenly fell. Once it hit the ground, its browns and greens had turned into the dull versions of what was once there. The leaves were no longer living and the wood had turned into a dark brown-- almost black bark. Her attention diverted as she took a look at the other tree. It was currently full of life, even more so than before.
It had taken the appearance of the tree next to it, before its untimely death. She moved her attention back onto the dead tree. Her legs had started to move on their own and faster than she intended. Before she could comprehend what had happened, she stood in between the two trees.
The previous mud was now replaced with dry patches of grass that had started to stab her uncovered feet. Expecting to get a taste of poetry, she instantly got something rather unexpected. Instead of touching the tree and feeling the dead bark, she was now falling through the ground.
Upturned towards the sky, the cloudy grey was quickly disappearing and changing into a void black. Her throat felt sore like she hadn't drunk anything in weeks. No sound emitted from her throat as she fell. The fear of not knowing what was coming was starting to get to her. As she fell further into this nothing, the temperature increased.
A red glow had started to grow from beneath her. The heat became unbearable once the red had encircled her. What she immediately saw was millions of chains hanging in the air. Shrieks were echoing all around. She felt pained, hearing the torturous screams as she continued falling made her heart falter.
The girl noticed that she was coming to a stop as if gravity was beginning to stop taking effect. She closed her eyes, ready for the impact, but instead of hitting the ground, she stopped abruptly in midair. After her movement had come to a standstill, she opened her eyes. She saw a man with chains fixed into his body.
He was awake and aware of the predicament he was in. The chains could be seen entering his flesh as fresh spurts of blood exited his wounds. The girl watched as he looked around the place, a look of displeasure on his face. He seemed to be looking for someone but realized they might've not been there. Soon enough, he was screaming for somebody to help him.
She wanted to help as much as she could, so she reached to touch the chains. Her hand, unfortunately, went right through as if she was a ghost. It was like she was going to be an eyewitness to what was going to happen to him. He began looking around again, but this time, calling for a specific person,
"Sam!" he exclaimed.
She had woken up before she could attempt to do something else about his pain. Though it was hopeless to try again, it would have eased her to help his anguish. Her hands reached up to her face and cleared the sweat from her forehead. She couldn't calm herself after what she just went through in her mind. Sitting up in her bed, she unclung the cloth from her, hating the feeling of cotton on moist skin.
The sun was starting to rise, which showed behind the semi-opened blinds. It was the type of darkness where you didn't know if it was ten at night or five in the morning. It was a bit off-putting, but the girl didn't mind a bit of weirdness in her days.
Sadly, the day was about to get a whole lot weirder, which the girl didn't know until twenty seconds later when her room door burst open.
"Dean Winchester is alive."
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