Sam had been in Goodland about a week. Actually, when he’d first arrived it had been Paris so really he’d only been in Fake New York for a few days. He wasn’t at ease by any stretch of the imagination - he should’ve been in Kansas with his family, helping with the Apocalypse world refugees, not the victim of an inter dimensional kidnapping. And the question of the entity behind said kidnapping was even more unsettling for him. Sam had had entirely too many dealings with Gods and wannabe Gods to be even remotely willing to accept that everything here was peachy. He also still hadn’t quite let go of the possibility that Lucifer somehow had something to do with it.
After he’d gotten over the initial shock, and come to terms with the fact that thus far there was no way out, he’d defaulted to usual habits. He’d stocked up on essential things - iron, salt, he’d even bought a rosary in Paris so he could make Holy Water. It wasn’t that he felt any immediate threat but it was prudent to be prepared.
Before long he’d found his way to the library, as he so often did when he didn’t know where to start with something. Pretty soon he was there most days, sometimes heading straight there after his morning run. Today had been one such morning.
Sam had been heading back from the coffee machine when he’d almost collided with another patron, narrowly avoiding spilling his much coveted caffeine fix in the process. “Don’t worry about it, it was my fault.” He told the other man. “I didn’t get you, did I?” He asked, indicating the coffee in his hand.