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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Sam gave a small gasp and opened his eyes. He was aware of the soft sound of falling rain before he felt it on his face and hands. He sat up, looking around the forest he was in and not remembering how he'd gotten there. For a moment he felt panic at the thought that the last two days had been another dream bestowed upon him by the yellow eyed demon. If that was true then...maybe he hadn't died yet. Maybe Dean hadn't traded his life for his own. He sighed, remembering the look on Dean's face when he'd admitted he'd made the same deal John and made for him less than a year ago and knowing that it'd been too real to be a dream.

He pushed himself to his feet, wiping his hands on his jeans. He paused, his hand brushing against a package in his jacket pocket. He reached in and retrieved a small package with Vas Captio inscribed on it. He frowned as he opened it and regarded the soggy matches, a packet of Tic Tacs, a pair of tube socks, a bottle of water, and a journal with a pen taped to it. Sam's brow furrowed as he looked around. Was this another test?

He didn't see anyone, but he did spot the ruins of a clock tower in the distance. He didn't remember a clock tower in Cold Oak, but he began moving towards it anyway. He decided for the moment that it would be better not to call out for for anyone, in case he'd been put in the middle of another death match. His steps slowed as he spotted a woman around the outside of the clock tower.

He stopped a few feet away. Alert and ready to fight if he had to. He wasn't dying again. "Hello."