WHO: Sam & Parker. WHAT: Sam wants his stuff back! WHEN: Evening. WHERE: His room. RATING: TBD. STATUS: In progress.
God, he hated this place. A couple days ago? He was checking into a hotel room in Iowa, waiting to ditch his older brother so that he could meet up with Ruby for a chat about his training. Now? He was sitting in the middle of an abandoned society in which he and a bunch of other people were supposed to rebuild. There were a lot of things that Sam Winchester wanted to do with himself. Being bolted to the future to mate and rebuild civilization? It sure as hell wasn't one of them.
Rubbing at his eyes, he rose from his chair and eyed the area around him. It was a nice little makeshift apartment, but it wasn't where he belonged. He was supposed to be home. 2009. Building up on the abilities that the blood inside of him allowed him to have so that he could take out Lilith and stop Lucifer from rising. It was so damn frustrating, Sam could barely handle it. Anger licked it's way through him like fire and he he considered kicking his chair across the room. Lately, his anger had been at an all new high. He had ruined his last phone by tossing it across the room on the case that he and Dean had with the sirens. It was an awesome phone too. But he had gotten so angry. Unbelievably so. He was never like that before; back before Dean died. Back before he started using his abilities.
Stepping around the chair that he had thought about kicking in, Sam began to move toward his bedroom. That was, of course, until he heard a noise from behind him.