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[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.

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[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."

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

"Do you remember the city?" she asked, trying to keep the urgency out of her voice. Sam was struggling to calm himself down and DG certainly didn't want to make things worse. "Do you remember coming here before?"

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

"I," Sam started, unsure and uneasy. Having people know him, remember him, it was strange and he didn't know how to react. He swallowed and tried again, "No, I. I don't. I'm sorry."

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

In his shoes, DG would have felt exactly the same. It had been strange enough in the O.Z, when she'd been surrounded by people who remembered the life she'd temporarily forgotten and the person she was supposed to be.

"It's ok," she assured him, "That happens a lot here."

She paused for a moment, giving Sam a soft smile.

"I'm DG. Hi."