What the hell? | closed (fearlessxleader)
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Dean was breathing heavy as he hid in a dark alleyway, behind some bags and crates. He’d woken up in a barren looking place and the next thing he knew, he was running for his life from, what it looked like, rabid people. Dean patted his chest and his pockets, letting out a breath when he felt his gun and switchblade still intact. He was still armed in case he was attacked. Good.















