He screamed, jumped up and pulled out his blade. Only blackness could be seen. The sent of the air familiar to Dean as he searched for an exit route. Something was off. Where was he? What was he doing just a minute ago? All questions pushed aside he lunged at the nearest thing resembling a monster like figure.
*CRASH*
That woke him up.
He now knew where he was.In a moments notice a fog had been lifted. He was in his room. The one that smelled like booze every morning. The one that he would sit in bored out of his mind doing research. It was the familiarity that made him scared. Just how long untill it was all took away? Like everything else in his life it was bound to disappear. He sat there cursing his racing heart for awhile before he got up to see what was broken this time. He turned on the illuminating lights and blinked a few time before he could come to his senses once again. His eyes darted around the room trying to find just what had shattered moments before , when his eyes lay on an old remnince of what use to be a lamp.
"shit" he cursed aloud inwardly hating this side to him. "that damn thing"
He put his blade back in the drawer where it was suppose to be and started to clean up the mess. Cass fluttered in a moment before the clean up was done.
"Dean" Cass uttered forcefully "we need to talk"