Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 27, 2015 11:11:01 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FIVE. EPISODE ONE.
The blinding white light was beginning to fill the entire shaking room. Sam was still staring in transfixed horror at the blood circle on the floor from which the light was issuing, paralyzed by what he'd just done. "Come on" Dean was shouting above the rumbling noise, trying to drag his brother towards the exit. Sam finally relented, allowing himself to be pulled that way, but just as they reached the doors, they swung shut, refusing to re-open. Each brother picked one of the two sides of the double doors and began slamming their shoulders into the heavy wood, trying to break them down. A very high-pitched noise began to reverberate throughout the room, forcing both Winchesters to abandon their door-breaking attempts and cover their ears protectively. Sam collapsed to his knees, feeling the pressure from the siren-like sound building inside of his head despite blocking both ears. Squeezing his eyes shut, Sam prepared for the end.
But instead, when he opened his eyes again, wondering why the eardrum-shattering noise and accompanying white light had ceased abruptly, he found himself in a seat on an airplane, next to Dean, who looked just as confused as he felt. "What the hell" Dean muttered as Sam glanced all around, taking in their surroundings and wondering the same thing. "I don't know" he muttered in response, furrowing his brow. Everyone else on the plane seemed perfectly unfazed by the fact that two people had just randomly appeared out of thin air.
"Folks, quick word from the flight deck" the pilot announced over the loud speaker just then. "We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore"- "Ilchester weren't we just there" Dean wondered aloud, finishing his question about half a second before the pilot continued his announcement. "So if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to-HOLY CRAP!" No one needed to ask why he was swearing mid-sentence or why the plane was suddenly veering nose first towards the ground. A bright white light had rocketed like a bullet from what Sam could only assume to be St. Mary's Convent, straight into the sky, nearly hitting the plane. From all around them, the oxygen masks were falling, people were screaming, and general pandemonium was occurring. Sam slipped the strap of his oxygen mask over his head, breathing in deeply, trying not to panic. Because a little mishap with the plane was NOTHING compared to what he feared might be coming soon. Now that the devil was free. Thanks to him.
~~~
He and Dean sat side by side silently in a rental car heading down the dark, deserted streets of Baltimore Maryland late that night. All Sam could think about was what a huge horrible mistake he'd made in trusting Ruby and inadvertently springing Lucifer from his cage, starting the apocalypse. Although, "mistake" just didn't seem to do it justice. I mean, a mistake is something like dropping your phone in the toilet or leaving your car unlocked in the parking lot. Ending the world just didn't seem to fall into the same category.
Finally, unable to take the silence anymore, Sam leaned forward and flipped the radio on. "-and Governor O'Malley urged calm" the news reporter was declaring. "-saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown." "Change the station" Dean ordered crisply from the driver's seat. Sam jabbed at the radio button again. "Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area" another news reporter was saying. Without being prompted, Sam changed the station again, in time to hear yet another news reporter. "-announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear-" He kept switching. "-series of tremors-" "-swine flu-" Sam powered down the radio, the rash of unpleasant news stories simply reaffirmed his guilt rather than distracted him from it.
After another few seconds of tense, heavy silence, Sam sighed. He couldn't avoid the subject any longer. "Dean, look"- "Don't say anything" Dean interrupted in a monotone, staring straight ahead. "It's okay" he went on after a beat. "We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?" "Yeah, ok" Sam agreed hesitantly. He still wanted to talk about it but there was no sense pushing things. Dean nodded in relief. "All right, well, first things first—How did we end up on Soul Plane?" Sam gave an uncertain shrug. "Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?" It was the only thing he could think of. "Well, whatever." Dean shrugged indifferently and turned the wheel hard. "It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas." So they headed for Chuck's.
Chuck's house was a devastated mess. The brothers picked their way through the debris, looking around carefully as they went. The sudden sound of hurried footsteps was too abrupt for them to have time to do anything other than turn around. Sam saw Chuck round the corner and then felt an explosion of pain in his skull from where Chuck had hit him with the wooden handle of a toilet plunger. "Ow, jeez" he exclaimed, backing up a step and holding one hand to his throbbing temple. "Sam" Chuck gasped, lowering the plunger. "You...you're ok." Sam stared at him. "Well, my head hurts." Chuck waved this off dismissively. "No, I mean—I mean, my—My last vision. You went, like, full-on Vader. Your body temperature was one-fifty. Your heart rate was two hundred." He gestured wildly. "Your eyes were black." Sam's heart leapt into his throat at this piece of news. "Your eyes went black" Dean accused from behind him. Sam swallowed hard.
"I didn't know."
The blinding white light was beginning to fill the entire shaking room. Sam was still staring in transfixed horror at the blood circle on the floor from which the light was issuing, paralyzed by what he'd just done. "Come on" Dean was shouting above the rumbling noise, trying to drag his brother towards the exit. Sam finally relented, allowing himself to be pulled that way, but just as they reached the doors, they swung shut, refusing to re-open. Each brother picked one of the two sides of the double doors and began slamming their shoulders into the heavy wood, trying to break them down. A very high-pitched noise began to reverberate throughout the room, forcing both Winchesters to abandon their door-breaking attempts and cover their ears protectively. Sam collapsed to his knees, feeling the pressure from the siren-like sound building inside of his head despite blocking both ears. Squeezing his eyes shut, Sam prepared for the end.
But instead, when he opened his eyes again, wondering why the eardrum-shattering noise and accompanying white light had ceased abruptly, he found himself in a seat on an airplane, next to Dean, who looked just as confused as he felt. "What the hell" Dean muttered as Sam glanced all around, taking in their surroundings and wondering the same thing. "I don't know" he muttered in response, furrowing his brow. Everyone else on the plane seemed perfectly unfazed by the fact that two people had just randomly appeared out of thin air.
"Folks, quick word from the flight deck" the pilot announced over the loud speaker just then. "We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore"- "Ilchester weren't we just there" Dean wondered aloud, finishing his question about half a second before the pilot continued his announcement. "So if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to-HOLY CRAP!" No one needed to ask why he was swearing mid-sentence or why the plane was suddenly veering nose first towards the ground. A bright white light had rocketed like a bullet from what Sam could only assume to be St. Mary's Convent, straight into the sky, nearly hitting the plane. From all around them, the oxygen masks were falling, people were screaming, and general pandemonium was occurring. Sam slipped the strap of his oxygen mask over his head, breathing in deeply, trying not to panic. Because a little mishap with the plane was NOTHING compared to what he feared might be coming soon. Now that the devil was free. Thanks to him.
~~~
He and Dean sat side by side silently in a rental car heading down the dark, deserted streets of Baltimore Maryland late that night. All Sam could think about was what a huge horrible mistake he'd made in trusting Ruby and inadvertently springing Lucifer from his cage, starting the apocalypse. Although, "mistake" just didn't seem to do it justice. I mean, a mistake is something like dropping your phone in the toilet or leaving your car unlocked in the parking lot. Ending the world just didn't seem to fall into the same category.
Finally, unable to take the silence anymore, Sam leaned forward and flipped the radio on. "-and Governor O'Malley urged calm" the news reporter was declaring. "-saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown." "Change the station" Dean ordered crisply from the driver's seat. Sam jabbed at the radio button again. "Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area" another news reporter was saying. Without being prompted, Sam changed the station again, in time to hear yet another news reporter. "-announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear-" He kept switching. "-series of tremors-" "-swine flu-" Sam powered down the radio, the rash of unpleasant news stories simply reaffirmed his guilt rather than distracted him from it.
After another few seconds of tense, heavy silence, Sam sighed. He couldn't avoid the subject any longer. "Dean, look"- "Don't say anything" Dean interrupted in a monotone, staring straight ahead. "It's okay" he went on after a beat. "We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?" "Yeah, ok" Sam agreed hesitantly. He still wanted to talk about it but there was no sense pushing things. Dean nodded in relief. "All right, well, first things first—How did we end up on Soul Plane?" Sam gave an uncertain shrug. "Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?" It was the only thing he could think of. "Well, whatever." Dean shrugged indifferently and turned the wheel hard. "It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas." So they headed for Chuck's.
Chuck's house was a devastated mess. The brothers picked their way through the debris, looking around carefully as they went. The sudden sound of hurried footsteps was too abrupt for them to have time to do anything other than turn around. Sam saw Chuck round the corner and then felt an explosion of pain in his skull from where Chuck had hit him with the wooden handle of a toilet plunger. "Ow, jeez" he exclaimed, backing up a step and holding one hand to his throbbing temple. "Sam" Chuck gasped, lowering the plunger. "You...you're ok." Sam stared at him. "Well, my head hurts." Chuck waved this off dismissively. "No, I mean—I mean, my—My last vision. You went, like, full-on Vader. Your body temperature was one-fifty. Your heart rate was two hundred." He gestured wildly. "Your eyes were black." Sam's heart leapt into his throat at this piece of news. "Your eyes went black" Dean accused from behind him. Sam swallowed hard.
"I didn't know."
