[Dean sat on a bench viciously rubbing his hands together and breathing into them for any relief from the cold but it seemed futile. He huddled closer to himself in his jacket. This cold felt unnatural. Nothing relieved it or took the edge off the icy blades creeping into his skin. He came back for this? To freeze to death in a nightmare world? Sounds about right.

He plucked one of the matches from his jacket pocket and looked it over suspiciously.]

Fine. You know what? It's fine. Just friggen dandy! [Who was he arguing with? Yeah, there's no one there, Dean. With one final grumble, he struck the match on the bench and almost immediately felt the cold seeping away.] Oh. Oh! Just like that, then? That's all it takes?

[But how long was it going to burn? He only had three. God, just send him back to purgatory! At least he felt like he was in more control there.

He doesn't look up from the match when he hears someone approaching. He's already burned one completely. The thought of the Impala had slowly faded away with its warmth. Whoever walked up would see Dean standing by the bench, a woman with medium-length blonde hair stood before him smiling. She held out a hand and all he could do was stare.]

....mom? [It was the quietest of whispers that you might just miss if you weren't quiet.]

[Dean Winchester was a hunter. He's been followed and stalked and ambushed his entire life. So when he felt the nagging feeling at the back of his mind that someone was stalking him, he did what any reasonable man would do: he turned and glared at the expanse behind him.]

Don't know who you are or why you're stalking me, but it'd be smarter for you to back off. I'm not some poor idiot you wanna mess with. [No response. Well, not that he really expected one. So, he turned back around and continued down the street.

Some hours later, Dean felt that presence even closer. Like it was almost right behind him. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He pulled the knife from his waistband and whirled around again. This time he saw a shape in the shadows briefly, but then it was gone. He woke his Fluid and shot a text:]

Outside the diner. Might need backup.

What's wrong? Lose your bridge, Goatman? I think you should've stayed in Maryland.

[OOC: Pitch a starter at him! I'm open to Arrivals as well. NOTE: This is a tentative decision. If you're looking to app Dean, lemme know and I'll bow out. <3]