Going to sleep in one place and waking up in someplace completely different? That was never a good sign, as far as Sam knew. It usually meant that either Gabriel was fucking with him (impossible, as the archangel had been dead for years now) or somebody was fucking with him (more plausible, but one hell of a list). And considering Sam's head had only recently STOPPED being screwed with by one of the best (himself/Lucifer, it was hard to tell), he wasn't that thrilled with the new state of things.
Still, he pushed himself to his feet and got a good look at his surroundings. Definitely NOT the hotel where he and Dean had bedded down, only a few days out from the whole shōjō thing. They hadn't found a new job yet and Sam had been about to ask Dean about swinging back to the hospital to check up on Cas.
"Guess that's not going to happen," he muttered to himself, brushing his hands down his body. Then paused and double checked. Yes, he had his gun and Ruby's knife on him. Which was weird, because he didn't normally sleep with either of them on. At least whoever had brought him here hadn't brought him unarmed.
It only took a little wandering around to get the gist of something that was happening. He wasn't being seen. He couldn't seem to affect anything by touching it. Which did, really, put more to the side of somebody fucking with him.
Or somebody actually having killed him. He felt a chill of fear for Dean, wondering if his brother was around here somewhere.
It was while looking for his brother that Sam comes across somebody who seemed to be in a similar position to him, judging by the way his hand passes through some kid's hip. He blinks, raising an eyebrow. "You know. I don't think money's going to do us much good right now."
At least, he kind of hopes the kid was in the same situation he is. He's getting kinda tired of talking to himself.
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Still, he pushed himself to his feet and got a good look at his surroundings. Definitely NOT the hotel where he and Dean had bedded down, only a few days out from the whole shōjō thing. They hadn't found a new job yet and Sam had been about to ask Dean about swinging back to the hospital to check up on Cas.
"Guess that's not going to happen," he muttered to himself, brushing his hands down his body. Then paused and double checked. Yes, he had his gun and Ruby's knife on him. Which was weird, because he didn't normally sleep with either of them on. At least whoever had brought him here hadn't brought him unarmed.
It only took a little wandering around to get the gist of something that was happening. He wasn't being seen. He couldn't seem to affect anything by touching it. Which did, really, put more to the side of somebody fucking with him.
Or somebody actually having killed him. He felt a chill of fear for Dean, wondering if his brother was around here somewhere.
It was while looking for his brother that Sam comes across somebody who seemed to be in a similar position to him, judging by the way his hand passes through some kid's hip. He blinks, raising an eyebrow. "You know. I don't think money's going to do us much good right now."
At least, he kind of hopes the kid was in the same situation he is. He's getting kinda tired of talking to himself.