➵ paradise city // intro&open
Quivering legs carried him from the belly of an airplane and into an empty airport. He couldn't remember when he fell asleep during the flight-- how he managed to fall asleep was beyond him, considering every second in the air tortured him with the horrific idea of an unexpected malfunction, leaving him alone and without Sam at his side as he slowly died a slow and painful death, unable to flee from the danger beneath his very feet, lost in a sea of chaos and fear and destruction--
Dean blinked, swallowed thickly, and shook the thought from his skull. Whether he had his feet planted firmly on the ground or in a fallible flying contraption, dwelling on those thoughts never failed to nauseate him. In any case, Dean couldn't remember when he fell asleep on the flight, but when he woke up, he found himself the sole passenger of a plane that had apparently landed hours ago. That in itself was beyond strange. Even stranger was the emptiness of the airport, as if he were the only person left in the entire world.
The hunter glanced around with every careful step he took. The Hell...? Where'd everybody go? No flight attendants, no security, no people in any sense of the word. Just a lone hunter with nothing but the clothes on his back. What, I sleep through the last century?
He didn't understand. Walking in hastened stride down silent corridors, trying not to trip over his own feet in the darkness, shattering the locked glass doors to the outside world, Dean Winchester simply couldn't make any sense of this mess. At least not until he stepped from the doorframe-- glass crunched beneath the heels of his workboots-- and eyed a lone individual across an empty parking lot, casually strolling in direction opposite of the airport.
Dean started towards them, pace quickening with every step. Before he knew it he was running, uneasy and utterly freaked out, yelling periodically in rough voice-- "Hey! Wait a second! Slow down!"
