[ oo1 | holo | here we go again ]

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Thump thump, thump thump.

Blood, coursing through his veins loud and clear, pressure building in every atom of his being and Sam can't tell if it's from adrenaline or the demon blood, or maybe a horrible combination of the two.

Thump thump, thump thump.

It's not like he's scared. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts; he's faced more monsters than he can count for longer than he can remember, but this? One on one face off with the Devil?

Thump thump, thump thump.

Despite his steadily beating heart, Sam is not scared. They'd fought for this for months; they'd died for it, and friends sacrificed themselves for it. This isn't just his fight, it's all of theirs. And there isn't anything that could stop him from seeing it through to the end.

Thump thump, thump thump.

No, he isn't scared. Not one bit. He doesn't have time for it. "We don't have any other choice. Yes."

Thumpthump, thumpthump--

And there's an impossibly bright light. Sam's waiting for it, the impact, the explosion, the pain and heat and darkness that is possession, but it never comes. There's nothing. In fact, he just feels...cold? He opens his eyes and there's metal, only metal and electronics like he's never seen before. It doesn't make sense, it's wrong, and all that suppressed fear comes flooding in like a river.

Thumpthump, thumpthump.

Sam jumps off of the strange platform and down to what looks like it could be a door, pounding on it in a panic. "Cas, get me outta here! We don't have time for this! Castiel!" He stops his shouting, and exhales shortly, "Dean."

Thumpthumpthumpthump.

Dean. If he's here, that means Dean is - with Lucifer, alone. Panic, fucking panic, and Sam starts looking around the room for a way out. He's better than this, smarter than this, so he needs to calm the fuck down and figure this out.

Thump thump, thump thump.

There's a...phone? No, not quite. Something similar, maybe, and Sam walks over to it warily. He hesitantly picks it up and notices - it's on? Shakily, unsure, "Can..can anyone hear me?" He feels particularly foolish, but he's desperate and it's the best option he sees right now. "I have to get out of here. I have to find my brother. Please."

He doesn't have time for fear.

Comments

[ voice ]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

[ oh hey, dawn knows that voice. admittedly sam hasn't been in taxon in about... ever, and she only met him a couple times but there aren't many people who sound like that.

...and the dean thing is a hint, too. ]

Sam?

[ voice ]

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

You know me?

[ voice ]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Know is kind of an overstatement. We met, a couple times? But... you don't remember, do you.

[ okay, plan b then. ]

So, don't freak out but you've... been kidnapped. Ish.

[Voice]

[noheatnikki.livejournal.com]

Hey, hey. Deep breaths. You're going to pass out if you keep that up.

[Voice]

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Passing out's the least of my worries right now.

[Voice]

[noheatnikki.livejournal.com]

You're right, but it definitely won't help. Do you know how you ended up here?

audio;

[wildflowerstill.livejournal.com]

First of all, relax. We can hear you.

audio;

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Kind of hard to relax when you've just been kidnapped and shoved in a metal box. Right when we were about to--



Please, just. Tell me you know the way out of here.

audio;

[wildflowerstill.livejournal.com]

But if you give yourself a heart attack, nothing will get solved.

[Lexi sounds so calm about all this, doesn't she? Well, she was one of the few who didn't panic. No, she just wanted to kill certain people.]


Pick up the tablet and the doors will open.

[ voice ]

[whoneedsrules.livejournal.com]

More fresh blood, I see. Calm down, panicking will get you nowhere.

[ voice ]

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

And calling me fresh blood is supposed to help me calm down? Kinda seems like I have every reason to panic right now.

[ voice ]

[whoneedsrules.livejournal.com]

Poor attempt at humor. I'm sorry about that.

[ She sounds sincere, although the blood comment wasn't entirely facetious. ]

So, has anyone explained to you the basics?

[Visual]

[garg-elisa.livejournal.com]

If asked later, Elisa would swear she had put the tablet on audio to respond, but it seems to have decided it likes visual responses better.

"I can hear you," she says. "Take a couple deep breaths, because you've just fallen down one serious rabbit hole."

[Visual]

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

The sudden visual catches Sam a bit off guard - he wasn't expecting it. He wasn't really sure what to expect, but Elisa was...probably not it.

He speaks slowly, warily, "Yeah, I. I can see that."

He's not staring. Really. At least, he's trying not to. Mostly, he just looks confused. Is this a dream?

Re: [Visual]

[garg-elisa.livejournal.com]

Elisa's getting used to the stares. Beats the panic she got back home.

"I'm not going to sugarcoat stuff. In a nutshell... you've been kidnapped by aliens."

A pause, as a thought occurs to her.

"Which I'm not."

[Visual]

[aworldenchanted]

"Sam?" Tara switched on her tablet with concern, and a tiny bit of guarded hope - Hercules remembered being here, Sam could too- and parsed what he'd said. "Are you okay? Dean's here, he just arrived a bit before you."

Given how important his brother was to him, that seemed important to establish.

[Visual]

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Another person that recognized him, and Dean. So he really had been here before. Sam wasn't sure how to respond, but he felt somewhat - guilty.

"I'm, yeah." Smooth as butter. He shook his head, "I'm sorry, I..don't remember."

[ voice ]

[virtued.livejournal.com]

[ it's the line about having to find his brother that catches stefan's attention and draws him towards this holo from taxon's most recent arrival. the ties of brotherhood is something he can relate to in ways he's not quite willing to admit due to the turbulent, messy, flawed and extremely fucked up relationship he has with his own brother, damon. "i have to find my brother," is something he can't ignore, and there's a pang of sympathy from the depths of his empathic nature for the possibility of this guy's brother not being here, which is more likely than not - especially since stefan hasn't met dean yet. ]

I can hear you. And there's a way out, but you need to pick up this device first. The one on the pedestal that looks like a blackberry.

[ voice ]

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Not just from the room, I. We need to get back home. We don't have time for this.

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

It was difficult to tell if Sam recognised the arrival room or not. His anger and frustration was both palpable and understandable, but it didn't answer any of DG's questions.

Hercules had remembered them. There was a slim but significant chance that Sam was in the same boat.

Quickly, DG switched on her tablet to reply.

"Sam? It's all right. You're all right. You're in a city called Taxon."

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

"That's...far from all right," Sam replied shakily, trying to calm himself down - and failing, "I'm not supposed to be here. I can't be here, not now."

[ voice ]

[adeadringer.livejournal.com]

Your brother? Who's your brother?

[ elena's voice might sound a bit familiar, considering katherine's already answered his call. make of THAT what you will, sam. ]

[ voice ]

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

His name's Dean. Dean, uh, , Bonham.

[ visual ]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean can't believe his luck.

It'd been like this the last time. Dean had woken up here, and within a day or two Sam was right there with him. Looks like the aliens like trends. But the last time... it'd been different. They'd been different people, and Dean hadn't known the things he does now, and really, right now? None of that matters, because Sam isn't in Hell, and Dean needs to see him. Immediately.

He's already out of the castle and in his car on the way to the Sanctuary when he flicks on the visual function.

"Sam. Sammy." He doesn't need to say who it is; not very many people call Sam 'Sammy', really. Cue the roar of the Impala coming to life, and Dean driving like a madman.

[ visual ]

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Dean doesn't have to identify himself. He doesn't need to use the name that only he is allowed to use. He barely needs to speak at all. Sam hears that roar, that singular mechanical growl that has been his only definition of home since before he can remember, and his heart simultaneously settles - and decides to do double time. It shows on Sam's face, in the way his tensed muscles relax into relief and a shaky exhale makes its way from his lips in fear.

"Christ, Dean. It's," it's really him; he's really here, and he's really okay, and isn't that the best fucking thing all day. Sam goes for broke and tries a half-hearted grin, "Don't go breaking some kinda alien speed limit. 's not like I'm going anywhere."