AN: If you're still with me, welcome back! Thanks for staying with me! I hope I've got the process of uploading sorted out. Reviews are very welcome I want this to be as good as possible.
This is kind of a filler chapter, just saying what's going on with Dean and Cas before they're sucked into their first fic.
Disclaimer: I do not, and never will, own Supernatural or any characters associated with the show.
Onwards!
Chapter Two
Dean woke up. Wait, was he awake? The motel room was gone. He looked round, automatically reaching for Ruby's knife. He was in a room, but it wasn't like any room he had ever seen before. The floor and ceiling stretched out away from him in all directions, the walls nowhere to be found. A noise, just on the edge of his hearing, made him turn and run.
Not away from the noise.
Towards it.
Not so surprising, considering he generally hunted whatever made suspicious noises, plus the fact that he had no fucking clue what was going on. Any noise was good noise, he decided.
Through the gloom, he made out a shape on the ground.
And then he realised what the lifeless, pale form was.
Cas.
"CAS!" He yelled, his voice echoing off nothing, legs stretching further, faster, until he reached the body of his best friend. "Wake up man, please, I have no idea what's going on, you gotta help me man", he cried, shaking Cas' limp form.
"Dean, please let go of me, I am unable to see what is happening if you insist on shaking me so" Cas suddenly responded, sitting up. "Where are we?"
"No fucking clue"
"Oh"
"I was hoping you could tell me"
"Oh"
"So you don't know either?"
"I believe we have established that already, Dean"
Dean helped him up, and by silent agreement they started to walk. They'd taken five steps when a blinding flash lit up the dark space, and were gone.
AN: Sorry it's so short, and apologies for all the dialogue. Please r&r! Again, any ideas, opinions, suggestions and offerings of a fic to use as inspiration (with referencing) is very welcome!
