Sam Winchester (saving_people) wrote in helladjacent, @ 2017-05-31 17:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !jumps: the good place, character: dean winchester, character: judith grimes, character: negan, character: sam winchester |
Who: Sam, Judith, Dean, Negan
What: Sammy's Arrival
When: Tuesday Morning
Where: The Front Lobby
Warnings: None. Just yet.
Status: In progress!
“You are well and truly alone.”
As soon as Crowley disappeared, Sam was left almost paralyzed for a good few moments. His mind raced to find a solution, to make sense of what he’d just seen. What Crowley had just told him had happened to Dean and Cas, though, did he actually tell Sam?
He hadn’t. Sam’s mind slowly started to crank back into gear like a rusted bike chain.
He’d moved automatically, looking around the lab for flammable liquids, grabbing anything he saw with the correct warning labels. It wasn’t difficult, there was plenty to work with. Making a fuse out of the dead Leviathan’s lab coat, he made a trail leading out of the doorway, ironically but not mindfully propping the heavy door open with a fire extinguisher.
Setting the fuse alight, Sam walked away calmly, face void of emotion as he moved to the stairs. He was halfway down the first flight when the explosion went off upstairs, destroying the lab completely and setting the rest of the building ablaze.
Moving no more quickly than he had before, the Winchester made his way to the front doors of the building, already seeing pieces of burning rubble falling to the earth outside the front doors. Taking a deep breath and having no idea where he was going, he pushed the doors opened and walked…. Into a Lobby.
He stood for a moment, looking around. Even without the spell of the place he wouldn’t have gotten too stuck. The impulse to go to the front desk took him, and he moved over, staring at the guest book for a moment before he signed his name and picked up the PDA on the counter.
He finally started to register what he was seeing around him, but in the back of his mind he didn’t question it. The incredible nature of the place was nothing new, nor was how he’d wound up here. He’d been brought instantaneously to enough strange, otherworldly places without any idea how to not find it too jarring anymore. Instead, not sure what to do, the tall hunter walked to the nearest chair and sat, waiting for some super powered being to come and kill him, or demand something from him, or taunt him for failing, again, to save his brother. Dull eyes stared at the sign above the reception. “Welcome! Everything is fine!”
Leaning back in his seat and tilting his head back, he closed his eyes and rested his hands on the arms of the Ikea-looking furniture. The PDA wasn't even inspected, just hanging in one hand.
Right. Like it ever was or had been.