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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Sam snapped awake to the sound of voices to find himself in an empty room. His brow furrowed as he looked around and took in his surroundings. He had no idea where he was or where Dean was. The last thing he'd remembered was the silence of the Impala as it'd headed west with his brother at the wheel. Dean wasn't in the room and now that he was awake he could tell that there was actually only one voice and it wasn't his brother's. Especially since he'd just heard a sort of confession.

Sam's stomach tightened in apprehension as he got to his feet. The gun he normally kept at the back of his jeans was gone. Instead all he had was a small box that had been placed beside him. He looked through the contents quickly, not sure what to make out of them and not finding anything he could use as a weapon and then made his way cautiously to the door.

The voice didn't sound angry. It sounded nervous, pleading and in the end that was what made Sam decide to open the door instead of looking for another escape route. He opened the door slowly, looking out into an empty living room save the presence of a tall, thin man.

"Hello," Sam called back, stepping out into the living space. "I don't know where you're at, but I can help you." He was relieved to see the other man didn't seem to have any sort of weapon. "What's your name?" Sam asked slowly.