The surprisingly alive Winchester sat dusty and disoriented under the moonlight. In the middle of the desert, the giant seemed the only thing visible. He had checked his leg and there was no chain. Whatever had saved him had freed him as well. Shaking his head, he recovered his bearings. First thing on his list was to find Sammy. Immediately after that, they would have to get the hell out of here. Standing up, Dean tried to shake up the sand that covered every inch of his body. The only thing he got from that was a nasty cough. Foregoing on his appearance for the moment, he began walking.
After what felt like a couple of miles, the lost human finally saw something than the never-ending dunes. He couldn’t recognize what it was, only making out small spots in the dark. As he came closer, Dean realized it was a small town. Tiny houses that looked like incredibly realistic models were sprawled around. Toothpick like fences bordered gardens that could have fit in a single flowerpo