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Zidane Tribal (foolhardy_thief) wrote in hobbs_end,
@ 2015-06-27 12:20:00

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ffix: zidane tribal, rating: pg, supernatural: sam winchester

WHO: Zidane & Sam.
WHERE: At one of the farms, out east.
WHAT: Zid meets Sam, out on a farm~
RATING PG.
STATUS: Private, new.

Zidane was familiar with towns and villages of all sizes, but when it came to technology, well… that changed things a bit. A lot, actually. He’d only been in this place for roughly a week, and he was still getting used to a few things, one being whatever was responsible for the lights and stuff. Back home, lights involved wax candles, and oil lanterns. Wood, too, of course, but nothing like this town. It wasn’t the only difference that he noticed, and it wasn’t enough to really count as disturbing, but still… Zidane wanted to find something familiar.

That ‘something’ turned out to be a farm, not too far from the town’s perimeter wall.

Zidane had set out early in the morning, and it took him a few hours to reach the nearest farm house. He wasn’t planning on staying out here all day, but as he had no way of knowing what to expect, ZIdane brought along a bottle of water, some layered food called a ‘sandwich’, and his own belongings, such as his daggers. His little expedition took him past some cornfield, and straight to the single, medium-sized farm house. From the looks of it, the house had been abandoned for a long time. It was tempting to break in, given that the front door was locked— or barred, even, but he had a change of mind almost as soon as he touched the door knob.

He stepped off the front porch and made his way round the side of the house, but he had worse luck there. Worse referring to that peculiar feeling he got, as soon as he came close to the house. Feeling a little unnerved (and annoyed), Zidane left the house and headed for the cornfield. If there was something worth his time here, it would be in the cornfield, right? He couldn’t explain why, but he felt that the cornfield was important somehow. He certainly felt stupid, pushing his way through the high stalks, but as he began to speed up, Zidane literally tripped over what he had been searching for.

The teenager tripped over someone laying on the ground, and ZIdane ended up face-planting, dropping his leather bag of food. Cursing, Zidane rolled onto his back and pushed himself up into a sitting position, his long tail sweeping across the dead grass behind him.

“Hey, what gives..!? What are you... huh?“ Trailing off, Zidane blinked, and rolled forward onto his knees and shuffled over to the stranger. He began to say something, changed his mind, and without a second thought on the matter, Zidane reached out and pushed the guy’s shoulder with enough force that the guy would definitely notice- if he was still alive, that is. If he was dead, this wouldn’t be the first time ZIdane would see a dead body, but he had to hope for the best. He hadn’t met anyone since arriving in town, and he wasn’t prepared to find out he was truly on his own.

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sam_interrupted
2015-06-27 11:18 am UTC (link)

Sam had actually woken a day or so earlier close to the house, after a very vivid and confusing dream. At least he'd thought it was a dream, honestly he was struggling to differentiate between what was real and what was in his head. It didn't help that the last thing he definitely remembered as real was being with Dean at Bobby's as the place had burned to the ground. So, when he'd woken up somewhere else with no sign of his brother alarm bells had started ringing and panic had set in.

Ordinarily, Sam was very adaptable and would usually take something like this in stride, but in his current state of mind he was finding it difficult to try to fathom the details of the situation. Where normally he'd be looking at his surroundings and trying to reach some sort of conclusion on where he was or how he got here, now it was all he could do to stop himself from thinking that Lucifer was behind it.

In fact it was practically impossible for him not to think that. Without Dean with him to tether him to reality, Sam was pretty convinced that Lucifer had been telling the truth and he was actually still in Hell. Looking around the place he'd woken up and not finding anyone or anything familiar, besides his own belongings, hadn't really done much to change his mind. I mean, the belongings had thrown him a little, because if he was in Hell he wasn't sure why he'd be allowed to keep his weapons, but he'd reasoned that maybe the whole intention behind that had been to throw him, so it sort of made sense.

After cautiously searching the farm for a few hours, and then at least another hour hallucinating that he was being chased by a hell hound and running as if his life depended on it, he'd eventually passed out again in the middle of the cornfield. It was most likely a result of exhaustion, coupled with the fact that he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten anything, and maybe the pure terror at the thought of being mauled by a hell hound had had something to do with it as well. Whatever the reason he was out cold until he felt someone shove him and he heard a voice at the edge of his hearing.

Sam groaned as he fought through the fog of his own subconscious, trying to will himself awake. Maybe if he was lucky that last wake up would turn out to be an hallucination too and this time he'd wake up and Dean would be there, Bobby too if he was really lucky. He brought a hand up to his head, slowly, as if it was moving through treacle, and he rubbed at his eyes to try and get them to focus. "Dean?" He said in a hoarse sort of whisper.

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foolhardy_thief
2015-06-28 01:48 am UTC (link)

Zidane hadn’t expected to find anything, let alone anyone in the cornfields. Something had brought him to this area, but his interest in it had all but disappeared once he couldn’t get inside the farmhouse. What was the point of hanging around, if all you could do was stare at the stupid building? It wasn’t as though he could look through the dusty windows, either. He certainly wanted to, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually do it. Finding a (dead?) body was the last thing on his to-do list, but now that he’s made the discovery, Zidane was glad.

As though being glad about a dead body was appropriate at any time.

He got no immediate response, or at least, that’s what he thought. Zidane moved to push the stranger again, but he jerked back when the figure groaned. Practically frozen in place, all Zidane could do was wait for further signs of life, and it didn’t take long for that to happen. It was obvious that being called ‘Dean’ was a case of mistaken identity; what else could it be? Zidane shook his head, sighing. “Wrong name, pal. There’s no Dean here, I’m Zidane.”

Without waiting for an answer, he turned a bit on the spot and reached out for his leather satchel, dragged it close and turned back to face Nameless. Zidane quickly gave him a once-over, checking for any signs of injury that he would have missed earlier. He found none, but that didn’t mean the guy was in perfect condition. Zidane inched close enough to rest a hand on the stranger’s shoulder, and this time he didn’t push: but he did pull, encouraging Nameless to sit up, if it was possible. If not, then Zidane would force him to.

“I don’t know and don’t care why you’re out here, but are you hurt? I don’t see anything, but can you sit up? Come on, try!” Patience wasn’t his strongest point, especially when it came to fixing a potentially-dangerous situation. The teenager had no idea who the hell this guy was, but that was no reason to leave him lying there like a log.

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sam_interrupted
2015-06-28 10:42 pm UTC (link)

There's no Dean here.... Sam felt his heart sink a little as those words sank in. Still, he couldn't afford to be wallowing in disappointment and fear at the absence of his brother. He had to get up, maybe Dean wasn't here but someone else was and Sam had no idea whether they were friend or foe. Hell, he had no idea if this was just another hallucination, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder and knew that had to be real.

Sam groaned again and managed to muster enough energy to shake his head slowly in response to the question. "I....uh....don't think so." He was pretty sure the feeling had come back to all his nerves now and he definitely didn't feel any pain. With a concerted effort Sam pushed himself into a sitting position, swaying a little from the effort. "It's Sam, by the way."

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foolhardy_thief
2015-07-02 05:25 am UTC (link)

“You don’t know? What you should do, is try!” Zidane wasn’t one to joke when it came to certain things, one such example being this. It was possible that this stranger wasn’t hurt, that the only thing wrong with him is a few bruises, which Zidane was hoping for. Even if that was the case, he wouldn’t just get up and leave the guy. Waking up next to a cornfield on an abandoned farm, near a creepy house and a town— anything could go wrong, right?

It appeared that Nameless could sit up without help, and so Zidane showed some restraint by shuffling backwards a little, giving Nameless some room. He reached into the leather satchel and pulled out the bottle of water, and without ceremony he shoved it against Sam’s chest. “Sam, huh? I hate to tell you this, but you look like crap. Take this water- looks like you need it more than I do.” The teenager looked over Sam one last time, and then he rocked back onto his heels and stood, the leather bag held in his left hand.

“So, Sam. You called me Dean. Should I know them, or is that none of my business?”

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sam_interrupted
2015-07-02 10:19 am UTC (link)

With that burst of movement Sam was assured that he wasn't hurt, besides his headache which was pretty much a perpetual thing at the moment. He took the water Zidane thrust at him, eyeing it a little suspiciously at first. Being in unfamiliar surroundings with no idea how he'd got there and a teenager he'd never seen before wasn't exactly putting his mind at rest, especially considering his nerves were pretty frayed to begin with. Eventually thirst won out though and he started to unscrew the top of the bottle. "Yeah, that's not news. It's a pretty safe bet that I feel worse than I look." He said wearily, before downing a few mouthfuls of water. "Thanks." He said, indicating the bottle.

He glanced around them again now that he was a little more focused, taking in the surrounding area, the field and the farm buildings. He looked back at Zidane at the question. "He's my brother." Sam said simply, taking another mouthful of water. "So, how'd you find me out here? That where you live?" He asked him, nodding towards the house. He was fairly sure that wasn't the case as the house looked pretty abandoned from what he could see of it.

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foolhardy_thief
2015-07-09 04:30 am UTC (link)

Zidane couldn’t help but smirk when Sam eyed the water bottle: it was understandable. Zidane was friendly, and could be too trusting at times, but even he would suspect something is wrong. Fact is, he wasn’t the sort of person who would drug someone— not unless it was crucial for the target’s safety, of course. “Trust me, there’s nothing in that bottle but water. If you don’t want it...” Having said that, he made no move to swipe the bottle away from Sam. The teen gestured to the bottle, then dropped his hand to his side. “It’s yours, keep it. I can always find another one.” Or steal one, more likely. If he needed something and no one was around, eight times out of ten he would take it. And pay for it later.

It was about time that he gave Sam some more personal space, and with that in mind, Zidane took a few lazy steps backward, one hand resting on his hip. “Dean’s your brother.. and I’m guessin’ he’s lost, just like you. That’s happening to a lot of people lately, I think.” He gestured to the surrounding area next, his movements slow and uneasy. “Your guess is as good as mine, but really, I know the name of this place.. but not where it is. This is Hobb’s End, and it looks nothing like I’ve ever seen before. Well, I’ve seen farms, but the buildings in town. It’s different, and I definitely don’t live here.”

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sam_interrupted
2015-07-12 01:21 am UTC (link)

Sam nodded and took another drink of water. He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know where he is." He said when Zidane asked about Dean. "Last thing I remember we were.....someone attacked us....I think, well, they must've hit me in the head because everything went black. Next thing I know I wake up here." Not strictly the next thing he knew, but the next thing that seemed to be real. It was then he realised Zidane had said 'a lot of people'. "What do you mean? Have you seen others?"

Sam ran the name through his memory and came up with nothing. He'd never heard of the place, and sure as hell hadn't been here before. "What do you mean 'different'?"

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foolhardy_thief
2015-07-14 04:00 am UTC (link)

“Huh. Well, if you remember it like that, then someone must have hit you pretty hard!” Zidane shook his head, lifting one hand to scratch the back of his neck. If he had been in that position, Zidane would have made sure that he wasn’t knocked out. It was in his nature to believe that he was always alert, ready for anything. No one could ever catch him off-guard, but if ever asked about it, Zidane would surely boast.

Had he really said there were other people here? Zidane thought about his answer for a moment, then shrugged, seemingly clueless about the whole matter. “I’m not really sure, to tell you the truth. I mean, there are others here, but no one I know, personally. I was with a group, before I was brought to this place— and they could be anywhere by now. They should be alright, but not knowing is the worst feeling.”

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sam_interrupted
2015-07-17 10:51 pm UTC (link)

Sam rubbed the back of his head. "Judging by the headache I'd say so." He said with a rueful smile. In his line of work Sam was used to injuries, both inflicting and sustaining them. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was particularly accustomed with head injuries.

Sam listened to Zidane's explanation and tried to get what little information he had straight in his head. His brain wasn't quite caught up to speed yet though. "Sorry about your friends." He said sincerely, then he thought about what he was saying. "I mean, maybe it's good they're not here since we don't know anything about the place, but sorry you got separated I guess."

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