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Kit walked up the winding stairwell to Dominic's apartment, where he'd been staying for the past five months of their "relationship". However, he was just returning from an evening spent in the company of the delivery guy. He was not unaccustomed to acting nonchalant in his returns, as in the past month or two, Kit had been getting fucked by a revolving cast of men under Dominic's nose. His intimidating, muscled, possessive boyfriend, or perhaps owner would be a more apt term, seemed completely ignorant of his infidelities, and Kit was almost beginning to feel smug.

"Dean," Sam asked, "where the hell are we?"

Where WERE they? It appeared to be one of the strangest places the Winchesters had ever seen. All sorts of bizarre equipment with strange bubbling fluids inside were scattered around the room.

"No clue, Sam," Dean replied at last. "It seems kind of familiar, though."

"I'm going to guess this is a trap of some sort."

"Hey, look, gum!" Dean said, spotting a silver-wrapped stick poking out of a machine. Unwrapping it, he began chewing.

You wake up in a dingy room, almost like a hotel room.  It is blandly decorated and pale, looking as though it hadn’t been cared for in years.  You cough slightly as dust fills your lungs.  You sit up, feeling a little woozy still.  Your head pounds.  After a moment, you catch the glint of a mirror near the bathroom.  You rise shakily, slowly walking towards it.  When you reach it, you take a moment to look into it.  You see a s

She walked up to her house and put the key in the lock, this was hard to do, and she was shaking slightly so she couldn't get the key into the lock.

"Pull yourself together" she thought. She composed herself and put the key in. She turned it and the door swung open and she stepped in, picked up the mail and put it on the stairs.

She walked up the stair to her room, the package she had bought under one arm. She opened the door to her room, walked over to the bed and pushed the balloons that were on there onto the floor.