WHO: Sam and Jo WHAT: Jo steals Sam! WHEN: Afternoon. WHERE: Lawrence, Kansas. Downtown. RATING: Well, Sam is getting his ass kicked. So there'd be violence?
Knowing that his camp was as well protected and supplied as they'd ever be in this nightmare, Sam decided that it was high time he continued his search for those that they'd yet to find. Namely? Jo Harvelle and Mary Winchester. The two were at the top of both Sam and Dean's priority list and neither Winchester would stop at anything to find them. It was only in the confidence that he knew his camp was in good hands that Sam decided to slip off for another search. Lawrence was a large city - finding them without any idea as to where they were was hardly expected to be all that simple. Still, Sam couldn't give up. He had run into plenty of other people that he had known just by wandering the streets and looking for supplies. Knowing Jo, Sam figured that she probably wouldn't be able to stick to safety anyway. She was a hunter at heart. If she genuinely believed that those people moving through the city were demons (which she did), then she'd be out there trying to fight the good fight. Sam would find her, he would convince her that he wasn't possessed, then they'd sit down and figure out what was really going on. It seemed like a sound plan. With as big as all of this was turning out to be, Sam was under the impression that the only way they were ever going to get out of this nightmare would be through teamwork. They had been split for too long. It was especially discomforting knowing that not only did Jo and Mary believe he and Dean were demons, but that they were out their without Sam there to help watch their backs. He didn't want anything to happen to Jo. Likewise, Sam really didn't want to see anything happen to his mother. He finally had her in his life. Sam couldn't lose her now, not when he finally had the chance to get to know the woman that he had secretly yearned to meet since he'd been a kid.
It was stupid - Sam knew that it was - running off on his own. Both experience and logic made the entire idea of him tearing away into a city that was literally at war seem completely tactless, foolish, and downright moronic. Yet his family and friends were out there somewhere, very much in danger. Sam couldn't sit around and do nothing. That wasn't how he worked.
It didn't take long before Sam found himself quietly weaving through the streets, his shotgun gripped tightly between both hands. There were a few areas ahead - a shopping center, for one - that Sam believed would be pretty live with action. If he could get there, maybe he'd find someone familiar. Possibly Jo or his mom. Maybe even Ash. Sam kinda hoped that he did find Ash first. He had seemed a little more interested in believing Sam than the others had been. At least, it seemed like he had been. Raising the gun in front of himself, Sam kept moving. He wanted to be back before dark, knowing that things would only get all the more worse if he dared to stick it out after the sun went down without back-up.