Character(s): Sam Winchester [progeny] || Dean Winchester [brothers_keeper] Day: Day 3 Time of Day: Evening Location:No Mans Land Northern gate || 'Good' side Rating: PG? Status: In progress
This wouldn't be the first time that Sam found himself waking up in unfamiliar territory. Twice before this had happened, and each time for a different reason. (Of course, he wasn't counting the times that involved enjoying himself too much while out for the night at university). But no matter the reason behind it, it wasn't something he would ever be happy feeling. The first time it'd happened had involved the return of the demon they'd known as Meg. A possession; only that time, Sam himself had become the host. He had gone to sleep while on the road with Dean, and woken up hundreds of miles away in South Dakota bloody and bruised on the floor of Bobby's house. It'd taken an explanation from the other two hunters before he'd truly understood what had just happened to him.
The second time had been part of a plan set in motion before he'd even been born. The yellow eyed demon- Azazel -had been the one and only reason behind the disappearance of both he and all the other children whose fate had already been decided. He'd woken up in Cold Oak, amongst faces both old and new, and forced to fend for his life. It was a task he'd ultimately failed at, losing his life by turning his back on a self-proclaimed enemy. That one mistake had been the reason he and his brother had gone through so much over the last year. Sam had been brought back to life, and Dean's soul had become the payment. One year later and Dean had been sent to hell. However temporarily.
But this. This made it a third time. A third unexplained disappearance, and to another place that didn't seem even remotely familiar. He felt as though he was trapped between a mirror; whichever way he turned, the sight was the same. And here he stood, in the middle of it all, clueless as to what to do next.
After his few moments of thought, Sam eventually pulled out his handgun, taking the time to give it a quick check over. Loaded and armed; he knew better than to assume things anymore. Keeping the gun in hand, he pulled his phone free with the other, dialling up Dean's number without a moment's hesitation. If he was lucky enough, then maybe he'd manage to get through to his brother. He had to try, at least. It was that, or get his ass kicked later for not even bothering.