Dean stumbled outside of the room, then lost his ground... literally.
When he realized he was falling into infinite darkness, he couldn't move nor breathe. Little did his mind think at the moment. He was completely empty as if his soul had left the body for a moment.
That process lasted for only some seconds before he found himself in a totally different place. He was standing this time, looking at the ground. Now, he was wearing clothes that were more similar to the ones he usually wore, made of leather and fur, with some iron plates here and there.
'Again? What does that woman do to me? Is it some kind of... of an illusion of some sort?'
"That's not an illusion at all. There is a bishop that can actually do something similar, but I am not playing with your mind. In the course that you are taking right now, Dean, that's your FUTURE," said Elsa out of nowhere. Her voice just sounded in Dean's ears.
