To Our Watery Hell
@firstbladewielder ☢ for our muses to wake up in the sunken city of Rapture with no memory of how they got there.
It was the unending torment of water dripping onto the same section of his head that awoke Sam. Groggy and in agony, his eyes sluggishly opened. The world around him was dark, everything tinted a strange greenish glow.
He tried to take a breath but it hurt horribly, pain shooting through his ribs. He shut his eyes against the pain and gritted his teeth until it passed. Unfortunately, the uneven ground under him was just as painful.
“Dean?” He called out softly for his sibling as he dried to sit up again. He took a breath an gagged at the horrific scent. It smell like mildu and rotting fish, “Oh god.”
Dean awoke to the scent of mildew and rotting fish, taking a breath and coughing roughly. “Sam?” he asked, voice hoarse as he sat up and looked over at his brother. “What the hell happened?” he asked, trying to move but everything hurting at first.
Sam groaned and rolled over, coughing. He groaned in agony as he forced himself to sit up. His stomach rolled and he gagged again. He had to fight to swallow back the bile and groaned again, “No idea.” Sam slowly looked about but it was so very dark and cold, “where are we?”
Dean took a moment to stand, coughing as he looked around, reaching for his gun that was mysteriously not there anymore. “Don’t know.. but I don’t like it” he said. Out of the corner of his eye Dean saw something move, but when he turned to look at it it was gone.
Sam frowned seeing his brother’s reaction. He grunted and followed to stand. He gasped pain, hand pressed to his ribs. He sighed and shook his head, making his way to Dean, “What’d you see?
Dean instantly looked at Sam when his brother gasped in pain, but then he saw it again, a quick flash of something that was gone before he could fully make it out. He looked around for some sort of weapon, grabbing a large wrench from the ground, its better than nothing. “I don’t know.. but I doubt its good”
