Who: Sam Winchester & Open What: Discovering the Post Office When: Day Two; Mid Morning Where: The Post Office Rating: PG Status: Incomplete.
Sam had spent the better part of the morning trying to figure out how exactly they'd been locked in the Library the night before. He hadn't been able to find any clues around the outside of the library or any timed or hidden locks on the library door themselves. The truth was it'd been something he could busy himself with that was too boring for Dean to stick around for. He knew that Dean wanted to talk - and how weird was it that this time he was the one wanting to and Sam was the one who didn't - but Sam couldn't or wouldn't talk about what Dean had told him yesterday yet. He was still trying to process how he'd been so wrong in his judgment. How the hell he could've made such a big mistake as to trust a demon. Of course he knew how.
He understood too well what it felt like to have to go on without Dean. The Trickster had made sure of that in their run in with him at the Mystery Spot. Sam knew that he would've done anything to get Dean back and if that was impossible he would've done anything to get Lilith back for taking him. It wasn't that he couldn't comprehend it as much as he didn't want to accept what he had gone on in the future to do. Eventually Dean had gone on to the carnival, a place Sam had decided he should avoid, unless he take his rage out on some creepster dressed up like a freaking clown. It was his second day in this hell hole and so far he'd found out that he'd been there before, their captors had the ability to raise people from the dead and they had some sick kind of humor that had brought a carnival to town.
Instead he'd backtracked to the house he'd woken up in and searched the small neighborhood for food. Every cupboard was empty, every cabinet bare. His stomach was growling was he'd made his way up the road, thinking that maybe he should find Dean and make him go food hunting with him after all despite his unwillingness to talk about the future with him - it was an indisputable fact that no one could find food faster or better than Dean Winchester - when he'd passed the post office and suddenly remembered the key that he'd gotten in his welcome kit.
Curious, Sam crossed the street and looked the post office over, digging in his jeans for the key he'd dropped in his pocket the day before.