[h1] Dean Winchester [/h1]

Feathers. Chains. A splash of blood on the face.  More chains. A splash of blood on the face. Bright lights. Roaring. And...

Darkness.

Dean gasped as if filling his lungs with air for the first time.  Everything was dark. There was no air to be breathed, wherever he was.  His ribs ached.  He felt dead.  That's when he remembered:  he WAS dead.

"HELP!", he attempted to scream.  But the sound that came out was dusty and quiet.  He had no voice, "HELP!"

Pulling out a lighter, he illuminated the "room" quickly realizing it was a coffin.  Panic nearly took over, at that point.  He had been buried alive.  Those idiots had buried him alive!  Punching at the top of the coffin, the moist boards finally gave way, sending what seemed like an ocean of soil pouring down onto his chest, "Son of a bitch...C'mon.  C'mon Dean..."

After digging for what felt like a lifetime, his hand met fresh air...sunlight.  Dean hoisted himself out of the box, through the small hole, pulling at the grass blades like tiny little ropes.  That's the first sign, other than being buried shallow in a wood box, that something scary was going on.  Turning a full circle, he took in the sheer amount of damage around him.  It was like a nuclear bomb had landed on his grave.  What kind of demon had that kind of power?


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[h1] Annabeth / Cason [/h1]

[i] "He is risen.  He is risen.  Beware." [/i]

Annabeth sat straight up from her bed, gasping for air.  It seemed to take forever to fill her lungs, her hair sticking to her dripping wet face.  A bright flash of light pierced through her mind, causing her to cry out in pain as overlapping voices took over her thoughts.

[i] "Sam Winchester.  The King.  He's our only hope.  Only hope.  This is our only hope...This is the end.  It's the end..." [/i]

"Ahh!" Annabeth screamed out, shaking her head.

"Babe?  Hey...what's going on?", her boyfriend Cason asked, sitting up from the wet bed beside her.  He peered around the room, seeing the sheets dripping onto the floor with sweat, and furrowed his brow, "Annabeth.  It's happening again, isn't it?"

Nodding with tears in her eyes, Annabeth turned to him.  It was the first time he had seen it, and his face fell, eyes wide.

Her eyes were clouded over.  They were solid white as she cried.  

Not panicking, he simply held out a shaky hand, "T-tell me what they said this time..."