Who: Sam Winchester and Open. What: Arriving thanks to an angel. Where: Sidewalk outside. When: March 19th; Late afternoon Rating: TBA
Being flung into the window thanks to Balthazar didn’t exactly tickle – it more stung. Sam landed on something hard, cement he assumed with a groan. He could feel little bits of glass crunch under him as he slammed down. The aching groan came afterwards.
With a small wince, he started to sit up and opened his eyes. Whatever the angel just did, sent him outside, but there was no rain. It had been raining at Bobby’s so… Sam could only assume he wasn’t there anymore. “Great,” he muttered under his breath as he got to his feet. First instinct said to see if Dean was okay. “Dean?” Sam hissed, glancing at the sights around him.
There was no one else around. The streets looked desolate and somewhat demolished almost. A mess, too. And to top it all off? No Dean.
At all.
A little worry ripped through him before he knew he should start looking. His brother had to be around here somewhere. Sam started down the sidewalk, hands in his pockets as he went.