[h1] Dean Winchester [/h1]

Dean walked for what seemed like a million miles in the hot sun.  He finally reached what looked like an abandoned gas station, breaking his way inside in search of water, food, money, anything helpful.  He found all of these things, while running around, as well as a newspaper.

Holding the newspaper in front of him, he stared at the date, "September?"

[i] "I've been gone four months..."[/i], he thought, taking a bite from a protein bar he had just swiped.  Shrugging his shoulders, he stepped behind the cash register and popped it open.  As he dug the money out of the register, the TV behind him clicked on.  He turned and carefully pressed the power button. It turned back on, along with the radio, the sound getting louder at every second.  Realizing he wasn't alone, he began casing the joint.  Salt, he needed salt.  Finding the salt, he popped the top and began spreading it on every window...just as they blew out in his face.

The buzz was deafening.  His eardrums felt as if they were melting, and just as fast as it came on...it disappeared.


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[h1] AnnaBeth [/h1]

"I found it.", Annabeth shouted, signalling Cason to come and look at her laptop.  She had found the gas station the mysterious man in her dreams had entered.  

"So, what's your plan?  You've never actually chased one of these visions, and now? The voices said this dude was dangerous.  They told you to go find this...Sam...Winchester guy." Cason paced while holding a piece of paper, names and images scribbled across it.

"I have a hunch.  What if this guy knows something about my visions?  What if the visions are happening because of him? Shouldn't I at least check him out?  He dug himself out of the ground.  I would say that sounds interesting."

"Interesting?" Cason asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This isn't interesting.  This is scary.  He DUG HIMSELF OUT OF THE GROUND!"

"Yes!" Annabeth shouted back, "And we're going to find him."

She snatched her car keys off the counter, snatched the paper from Cason's hand and ran for the door.  As he heard the engine of her old truck rev, he rolled his eyes and punched the air. "Dammit!"