Sam had been pacing his room trying to think of anything that would distract him from the hallucinations he was having. He couldn't sleep. When he slept he had nightmares about him. When he slept he woke up more tired than he already was and feeling like he just ran a marathon. Being awake was no treat either. Sam's hallucinations were becoming more frequent and he was avoiding his brother....brothers....like the plague. Dean was the one person who knew him the best and he knew that Dean would know something was up.
Deciding to get some fresh air and partly to run away from Lucifer who was currently stretched out on the bed, Sam left his room and headed to another place he had been spending a lot of time in: the bar. Pushing his way through the doors, he was practically up to the bar when he saw another person he was not in the mood to deal with. Meg. Sam slowed his pace and approached the bar, his hand falling to his knife at his side as he sat on a bar stool and he gave the bartender his order.
"Staying out of trouble?" Sam muttered, not looking at Meg. He almost hoped she'd step out of line. Dean had told him that they didn't deal with the demons and other supes on the island, which was a strange thing to hear from his brother. Sam had a lot of pent up energy to expel. He was almost hoping Meg would give him a reason for him to take her out.