((OOC: For teh Sam and Dawn to freakz out))
Dawn remembered waking up, her legs hanging over the edge of something. The floor was cold, stone if her fingers were right. She pushed herself up slowly. Sitting up she groaned, her head hurt. The last thing I remember was Gabriel and the brewery. What the hell happened?
She opened her eyes to find that she was still herself. Dawn then looked around, this wasn't anywhere normal.
The large throne room
was barren except for the large throne. The throne had some sort of ivory or bone along the top. Some candles on iron sconces. There were dirty cloths and material strewn about. Long wavy banner, metal by the way it had rusted, along the wall the throne was against. Some cleaner looking materials, finer than the others draped over the seat of the throne. She looked where they were sitting, looked like a huge fire pit, but there were no ashes or soot. She glanced around to find a large clock
, its workings exposed, but that wasn't the weird thing. It had thirteen hours on the face.
Her blue eyes began looking over any exposed skin for a cut. She was scratch free. Good news there.
she sighed. Her eyes soon found that she wasn't alone. Across the fire pit was a tall form, and was placed just like her. Dawn quickly found her balance and her feet as she moved over next to him.
"Sam? Hey, you okay?" she asked worried about him.