Sam stood in the middle of an abandoned street dressed in a black suit and tie. The rubble of partially destroyed buildings that littered it were tinted a disturbing red color from what light managed to pierce the clouds that were painted an unnatural color of red.
His brow twisted and creased as he looked around at the strange environment he suddenly found himself in. Only a few moments ago he'd been heading up the walk to the house of the family of a young man that Sam was certain had fallen victim to a werewolf. The storm clouds had appeared so suddenly, as if out of nowhere, followed by the lightening. Bright bursts of electricity that had sizzled and popped all around him. And, when it stopped, Sam was no longer standing on the front walk in front of the blue and white house with the wrap-around porch. He was in the middle of what appeared to be a utterly devastated city.
"What the...?" he muttered to himself, glancing first down the road in one direction, then the other, before slowly heading in the second. He kept his eyes peeled, always moving as he scoped out the strange environs he had suddenly found himself in.
It wasn't something he hadn't experienced before, being suddenly transported to a strange place. As a hunter, as a Winchester, that very thing happened to him or Dean or both on a regular basis. The question, however, was who or what had brought him here. Angel...or demon...or worse.
The sound of tin striking concrete brought Sam jerking to the left. The gun that he'd tucked in the rear waistband of his trousers was in his grip and aimed in the direction of that the noise of a can falling to the street had come from.