Who: Sam Winchester and anyone at Singer Salvage
When: Sunday Morning
Where: Singer Salvage - the house, garage, and car lot
It was a dark room. Sam could barely see, but shadows danced in candlelight. Hooded figures stood around him, and he knew that he couldn't move an inch.
He had enough training in him, however, to be able to try and find any kind of detail he could. But he felt so tired - weak - it was hard to. He was cold, on something hard. Not the floor, because he wasn't looking at feet. He could hear words in a language he had barely begun to understand. Masks. A snake.
And then a soul splitting pain that ripped through him, forcing a scream from his lungs.He woke up in the passenger seat of the Impala, panting hard. He reached up and rubbed at his eyes, then looking around at where he was and then relaxed in the seat. Of all the places in Mandalus, the Impala was his home and the only place he truly felt safe. He didn't remember falling asleep in the car...
A moment later he found himself staring at the back door of Bobby's house. He looked around, confused as to how he got there, and a sudden spike of fear gripped his stomach. His hand went for the doorknob... and passed right through it.
"No." He tried again, but he couldn't grip it. He bit his lip, then pressed his hand against the door and made to push it. His hand started to go through it, then stopped as if a barrier existed in the middle of the wood.
"Oh no," he muttered as he backed away, then looked up at the house.
"Dean!" he shouted, hoping his brother was inside and awake.
"DEAN!"