His eyes opened slowly. It was dark. He didn't know where he was, or who he was. He sat up and looked around. He looked down and noticed he was shirtless and his arms were covered in tattoos with strange lettering. He heard a noise behind him and stood up, seeing nothing but trees. Not wanting to stick around, he turned and ran as fast as he could. Letting his legs take him where ever. He turned his head to look behind him, nothing. Turning forward he saw a figure a few feet ahead and skidded to a halt on the dirt. It was a man in a suit. "Come back with us brother." The man said. He cocked his head in confusion. "Look buddy, I don't know who the hell you are, and I sure as hell ain't going with you." A blade slid out of the man's blazer into his hand. He backed up. The man darted forward, blade aimed at his heart. Standing his ground, he grabbed the man's arm and twisted then punched him in the face. The blade fell, the man staggered back. He picked up the blade and stabbed the man in the chest. The man began to emit a white light. He shielded his eyes and stepped back. The light fades and the man falls to the ground with a thud. He looked at him for a moment. Realizing he just killed someone, he dropped the blade and ran.
He didn't know how long he ran, he didn't care. He found what looked to be an abandon junk yard. He opened the gate and stepped in. "Hello?" He called out. He walked further in. He could hear music faintly. He followed the music. The louder it got, the more he recognized it to be 80"s rock. He saw a light ahead and walked closer to it. "Hello?" He called again. He saw someone under a car. "Sorry. Closed." He heard the person say. A man. He stepped a little closer. "I understand, I just need some help. I don't know where I am." The man continued to work. "Singer auto salvage. Sioux Falls South Dakoda." He looked at the car. It was beautiful, though had seen better days. "Nice car." He said. "Yeah, I promised someone I would take care of it. He'd be pissed if I didn't" The man said. He walked around the other side of the car. The man crawled out from underneath. He looked at him. Right away he noticed even though the man was covered in oil, he was beautiful. The man wiped his hands on a dirty rag then bent down to grab his tools. When he reappeared the man looked at him. His eyes widened and he dropped his tools. He looked at the man in confusion.
"You alright?" He asked. The man continued to stare. "Look man, I know I'm shirtless. You have no idea what I just went through and it's kind of a long story, so If you can just cloth me and point me to town so I can find a place to crash until I figure all this out I would be grateful." The man stayed silent as he walked around the car and stood in front of him. The man looked like he had seen a ghost. "So can you help me or not?" He said after a moment of silence. The man too a step closer. Finally he said something. "Dean?"