NOTE: This is a private 1x1 RP between @Kisara and @Whale Wings _______________________________________________________________________________________ erm elasa a oresa "With You In Darkness" Mud and leaves caked the bottoms of his shoes, making it difficult to walk. He followed a faded path through the forest, worn down by infinite sets of hoof prints. He had no idea which forest this was, or even what continent it was; the last thing he remembered was the sinister smile of a scheming old man, who delivered his final orders to him: "Live your life, die, then come find me. Tell me your story." He held his hand to his neck, the invisible wound faintly aching. He had awoken in this black forest, not another soul in sight, his head swimming from the impact of the fall. Tiny lights danced before his eyes, until they finally adjusted to the darkness. He attempted to leave, to fly out of that place, but found that he- how would Dean say it? - "had his wings clipped". He was stranded. His attempts at calling for help were met with silence; his prayers went unanswered. Either no one was listening, or- No one can hear me. He shuddered at the thought, perplexed by the sudden chill that ran through him. He realized then that he actually felt cold, very cold; not even the tattered trench coat hanging about his shoulders offered him any solace. He paused, leaning against a pine tree to catch his breath. The horn of a semi-truck blared in the distance. It was far away, but enough to renew his determination. He trudged on in the direction of the road, silently praying to himself that he was, at least, in Kansas. He had to find them as soon as possible, to tell them that Metatron had fooled him and that Heaven was in peril. He had to get to Lebanon. He had to find the Winchesters.