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Dean Audition; An Audition for a Supernatural RPG
Topic Started: Jul 13 2012, 03:49 PM (23 Views)
Michael Winchester
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Red fire, thousands upon thousands of people being tortured, Imense pain felt and caused by Dean. That was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to what it was like for him in hell. Thats what it was, a sea of red. The people -red. The air – red. The walls – red. And just for extra effect, a red mist too. That was until now as all faded to black. To start with he did not know where he was. Was this another torture meant to cause him pain and humiliation? It wasn't until he caught himself breathing and coughing for air that he realized exactly where he was. Right back in the coffin he was placed in when he died, which,if he was honest, surprised him.

He rammed his hand against the top of the coffin numerous times, trying to break free, trying at last to breath some fresh clean air. Man,
even smog would do compared to what he was used to recently. Of course his cause was not helped as the hole he created caused dirt, worms and god knows what else to fall into his coffin, covering his face and into his already dry mouth. Finally his hand hit what felt like open air and he was able to use his free arm to make the hole bigger and drag his whole sorry carcass out of the coffin and out once again into the real world. At least that was what he thought it was, he could still barely believe it. Once he looked around him he felt like this must be some kind of dream world. There was a burn mark in the ground in the shape of a crucafix and what looked like trees had been felled in a direct circle around his grave.

"Damn it Sammy, where the hell did you Bury me?!" He exclaimed out loud, then coughed dryly, his throat screaming out for water.
His first steps of walking were staggered, like he was getting used to his body all over again. A body that hadn't used its muscles in a while and were aching with the pain. Reaching into his pockets, he found he had nothing. No mobile phone, no money, diddly sqwuat. Guess they figured he wouldn't need that stuff where he was going. The strangest thing was that his stomach, once ripped apart by a hell hound, now seemed untouched. Since when did someone heal whilst they were dead?

He made his way slowly to a shop and broke in by putting his fist through the glass door, his coat used to shield his hand and let himself in. The first thing he went for was a bottle of water, which he drank the whole bottle almost in one and grabbed himself another too as well as a chocolate bar for energy and sustenance, plus a porno mag for the road. Then it happened.

The TV behind the checkout counter, previously turned off, turned itself on to show static, while a high pitched sound caused him to drop everything to cover his ears, and then to shield himself with his arms as the windows of the shop shattered. Quickly, he gathered what he could and ran out of the shop. Dean had faced Demons in his life, creatures that would make a normal guy's blood curdle, and laughed in there face, but this was one whole new level of supernatural and now he had somehow gotten out, there was no way in hell he was going back to the pit.
Fortunately there was a car parked outside and a hot-wiring later and Dean was on the open road. It was a small car, not a patch on his own, but it would get him where he wanted. An hour later he was outside Bobby's house, knocking on the door.

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