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Who| Dean and Open
What| Waking up and remembering the death roll
Where| a few KM away from the cornucopia
When| Morning After the Bloodbath
Warnings| n/a

Dean was still astonished that he'd been able to get past the bloodbath, without a scratch, and away from all the people, with a knife. Sure, wasn't his first weapon of choice, but hey, it was better than nothing. And after his encounter with someone who could rival Sam in stature, he certainly felt lucky to be alive.

Upon waking up the next morning, after watching the bloodbath for the second time, he checked himself and his surroundings, making sure he wasn't actually dead and didn't even make it past the first round of death, and not in his room. And all he found was that he was freezing, covered in snow, and that his heart was beating. Good, he thought to himself, he was alive, well, and, checking his pockets frantically, he still had his knife. Taking it out, he smiled at it: Short, but just like the one Ari had sent him in the last arena. It would work well enough for self defence, and he would be able to cut things up, and maybe even start a fire.

That was his first 'chore'. Fire. He needed something to keep himself warm. So, he looked around for a tree, or even rocks, sadly, there were only rocks, so he grabbed a bunch, then dug in the snow to start a fire. It was times like this he wished he had a fifth of whiskey, at least the alcohol would elevate his body temperature so he could focus on more important things.

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"I will do what I can to prove I am no threat to them. If you trust them, I will as well." Castiel was a little cautious of the idea of people he didn't know and not being able to tell their intentions. "I can keep watch at night, I still have no need for for sleep, or food despite my lack of power. At least I have not needed them yet."

Dean was glad some of Cas' traits weren't gone. With the three of them needing sleep, having an angel without mojo would probably come in pretty handy. "How are you doing for warmth?"

Castiel had to stop and think about that for a moment. He knew that he was cold, but it also did not seem to have a negative physical effects yet. He was unaware of how fast frost bite set in.

" I'm cold, very cold, but I think I'm doing okay. When do I meet the others?"

"I feel like you're more cold than you're letting on. But not much I can do to help that." Short of holding him, but that was weird. This was Cas. They didn't hug, nor hold each other, because that was just..weird.

"Umm... At some point, I suppose. Unless we find our own shelter before then."

Castiel started to notice his shivering as the bitter wind blew through him.

"I suggest we move and try to find some place with more cover. This cold is very...uncomfortable." It was defiantly a sensation that he did not enjoy.

Nods, "Alright. Let's go." Dean looked around and sighed, "Not that I know where anything is."