A voice rang "Sam and Dean Winchester please report to the Mess Hall thank you".
Sam and Dean rushed out of the cabin they looked around to see who the voice belonged to but to no avail, they couldn't see anyone here in this deserted campground. "What the hell is going on!" Dean yelled.
I don't Dean but I really don't like this first we fall unconscious, we are dressed as campers when we wake up and now there's this mysterious voice ordering us around I don't like this one bit". Sam said.
'Well, we aren't just going to do what it tells us are we?!" Dean said.
Sam shrugged, "We may not have a choice, it may help us figure out just what's going on here".
"I can't believe that we are doing this". Dean said as the brothers walked off to the Mess Hall to figure out just what is going on. As the brothers entered the Mess Hall they saw...
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