Entry tags:

!@event, !closed, q junior, sam winchester

WHO: Sam Winchester and Junior.
WHAT: How to turn a giant into a midget.
WHEN: Afternoon.
WHERE: The streets.
RATING: TBD.

Dark shadows circled Sam's eyes as he stared down at the screen of the device in his hands. The communicative device that he had been given upon his arrival; thus far, only succeeding in giving him more of a headache than he'd received after being shoved through those library doors. People telling him that he wasn't dead, even though Sam was fairly certain that he was. What else could have happened to him after he'd killed Lilith? Lucifer was free. He had been escaping through the circle of blood. The portal that Sam had, unknowingly, created. If Lucifer, the darkest being in existence, had not killed him, then what else could have happened?

This just...it wasn't possible. Sam had seen a lot of crazy stuff happen in his time, but being sucked into a world so far from his own that he was actually being dubbed as a fictional character and interacting with those that he knew to be was far too unlikely. He was either dead or crazy. Perhaps an unpleasant combination of both, even.

Fingers running over the stubble at his jaw, Sam pocketed his PDA and looked up from the stoop he had been sitting on. His long legs were spread out across the steps and his back was pressed against the sturdy metal railing behind him.

Sam was avoiding his room. He was afraid to go back there, honestly. That look-a-like...he was odd. A zombie. Younger than him, but he still had his face. High school era, that one had been. But he was dead. Pale. Not right. A monster, no doubtedly. The funny thing was, of course, that the boy was less of a monster than he was. Sam was the one who had willingly killed a woman, sucking all of that blood from her. Drinking her dry. Watching her fall limp in his arms. All because he had been so desperate to kill Lilith. All because Ruby had said it was all right. Angrily, Sam rubbed a hand across his eyes and tried to fight back the bitter wave of feeling that swept through him.

Ruby. Fuck Ruby. It was a good thing that she was dead. Dean had run her through with her own knife while he'd grabbed her from behind. Together, they had killed her. Together. For the first time in a while, they had been a team again. He and Dean. His big brother, the only thing that he had lef -

Or he did. Until now. He wasn't here.

And even then, did Dean still want him? He had called Sam a monster to his face the last time they had talked. Did Dean still consider him family? Human? Sam closed his eyes and let his head flop back against the railing with a dull thump. He had screwed up. Bad. Was that why he was here? Was this punishment? Some sort of hell dimension where all he had to do was live every day for the rest of eternity in mass confusion?