hell sent me back

labelled: "broken; do not want" dependent sam winschester for prisonwrldrp

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CASSIE

Cassie nodded sympathetically in response, more than able to RELATE to his symptoms. This place had odd effects on all of them, it seemed, drawing people’s worst instincts to the surface. Some had it worse than others; she could hear the wolves HOWLING in agony virtually every night. But even she could feel the strange pull of whatever this place was, causing her to snap at people she loved and her anger to flare up hotter than it ever had before. 

“Yeah, you’re right.” she conceded, unable to resist the urge to glance over her shoulder and confirm they were alone. Or, at the very least, that their predators were keeping a healthy distance from their prey. “… You know what they say. Safety in numbers.” Cassie offered with a shrug, pointing vaguely down the dark street. “I live that way, if you want to brave the rest of the walk TOGETHER.” 

Sam was MORE than happy to have an ally- even if it was just an ally for walking a couple of blocks down the road; he liked the idea of not being alone, even just for a little bit. 

“The more the merrier,” he said, flashing a quick- and, honestly? GRATEFUL smile. “Definitely better than wandering around aimlessly for the rest of the night by myself. Sam- I’m Sam, sorry.” 

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ISAAC

Isaac’s brows furrowed as he scrunched his nose up, “That’s-That’s fucking gross dude. I mean good on ya for being uhhh empowering with your body and all…But you need a better soap.” Isaac automatically assumed Sam was a prostitute for the supernatural creatures. In which each took turns with scenting him with whatever they found necessary. Which honestly grossed Isaac out the dirtier things played in his head. Isaac stood on line waiting to approach the counter. “That’s cool that you’re on your toes like that. So what’s deal with all the touching you experience?” He motioned with a wave of his hand over Sam’s body.

“I’m- what? No, I don’t mean- not, like literally touched, god, that’s-” Not entirely wrong, but, Sam wasn’t going to say that. “I meant, like, I’ve interacted with a lot of kinds of supernatural stuff, that’s all; you name it, I’ve seen it.” And killed it- but, again. Not something he thought Isaac would like to hear. “It’s... just my life, I guess? It’s been like that pretty much since I was born. Taught me how to... save people. How to help.” 

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RUBY

Ruby shrugged.  “Knock yourself out, if it’s going to make you feel better.  But if you do, just make sure you drag me somewhere comfortable for when I wake up tomorrow morning.”  She wasn’t too particular when it didn’t really matter anyway.

Looking around them, Ruby gestured with an open hand.  “Maybe.  But let me tell you, I’ve seen lots of Hell.  And I’ve never seen a part of it that looked like Virginia.”  Her eyebrows shot up.  “The cage?  What would you be doing in the cage to start with?  Who knows, maybe you’re right, but I don’t feel much like I’m only in your head.  Besides, do you know any of the others?  Why would you be hallucinating them?”

She nodded, making a see-saw motion with one hand.  “Sort of.  Authority is a good thing to have in this place, but that’s only part of it.”

Sam gritted his teeth. Truth was, it probably would make him feel a little vindicated, but it wouldn’t make him feel an better- so, he let that comment lie, and pushed on. 

It- honestly, with the hand she played in starting the whole Lucifer ball rolling, Sam almost forgot that Ruby didn’t know. “It was the only way to stop Lucifer- he was in me, and he had to go back in the Cage, so- I had to go with him. Like I said, you missed- a lot of shitty stuff.”

Sam frowned, and then shook his head. “Not even a little. I don’t know, it’s- there’s something, though; we’re not just all here for no reason.” 

He cocked his head to the side, eyebrows knitting together. “What’s the other part, then?”

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DEREK

“I don’t run in this”, was this guy serious?  Why would he run at night anyway, that’s a good way to get hunters on your tail.  “Nothing is coming out of the night here, well except for people like you”. 

“I’m making a joke, dude- Jesus, you’re serious.” Sam huffed, rolling his eyes. “People like me- what’s that supposed to mean?” 

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KAI

Kai snorts and shakes his head, it always humored him when others told him the best way to spend days here as if he needed the tips. He had picked up a few langues here and there, learned origami, knew the whole dialogue to the karate kid movie and was sure he was crossword champ. “Yeah, yeah very good strategy. I mean I personally think everyone looking for the way out is wasting their time anyway.” He mutters placing a coin into pacmans slot and watching the little yellow man eat his way down the row. 

“I mean so what there is some crazy hybrid guy running around trying to kill people. I mean we wake up the next day anyway right?” He goes on, as if it was a pointless ramble as he plays the game. “Though I guess its the slow torture he threatens that is the big deal.” He adds as a second thought, “Hey so which do you prefer, Pacman or Mrs.Pacman? I never thought they needed to add the Mrs. to be honest.”

Sam’s eyebrows shoot up once more, eyes narrowing at the guy’s comment. “What makes you think that?” he asked, casual as he could manage. “I mean- that’s the end goal, right- to escape? Something’s obviously keeping us here, so, there’s gotta be a way to stop it, and get out. Easy.” There was always an out- even if it was a shitty once, Sam knew well enough that pretty much every shitty situation had a kill switch built in somewhere, just in case the powers that be wanted off their own ride. 

“... Crazy hybrid guy, right.” This guy was obviously either nuts, or knew a lot of things that Sam didn’t- either way, it was a road probably worth going down, either for info or for entertainment. “... I’ve always been a sucker for Mrs. Pac-Man, but, Pac-Man classic’s really good too. I’m more of a Dig-Dug guy, anyway, if I’m honest.” 

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KATHERINE

“I’m glad to hear it.  I don’t have a lot of patience for delicate boys, and you can always expect candor from me.  I do wonder how many of the others were headed for the other side before they ended up here.”  Might be another common thread worth investigating, even if she wasn’t sure that it meant anything at all.

Katherine couldn’t help but smile.  “That’s good of you.  And there’s probably more than a few lifetimes of them between us, so I’m fine with that.”  Her smile became a full-on laugh.  “I think Bill Murray might have played the part better than we could, though.”

“I’m- definitely not delicate. Never had the luxury.” Sam pulled a face at the suggestion, genuinely considering it. “Huh. I... hadn’t thought about it, really, but-” He should have, though; what an obvious thread he hadn’t even thought to pluck at- though, he guessed he couldn’t blame himself; walking up to strangers and asking ‘hey, were you by any chance dying before you got here?’ hadn’t ever been close to the top of the list of his investigative questions. 

“Definitely more than a few lifetimes.” He matched her laugh, shrugging. “Oh, I don’t know- I think I could give him a run for his money. We’ve definitely got a more interesting environment to work with than Punxsutawney.” 

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TASK TWO || DAY CYCLE ENTRY ONE

This had better not be some kind of- game Lucifer’s playing. 

I woke up here yesterday. Today? The day looped, so. Yester-today. 

Which was- weird, because I didn’t fall asleep, because who the hell sleeps when they’re dead in the Cage? 

This place seems pretty abandoned- or, it did when I was walking around. There was maybe a few other people I saw, but I didn’t exactly initiate contact, because- who the hell knows what who they are. 

Maybe this is just... normal Hell? Or maybe in between- maybe I slipped out of the Cage, into just. Purgatory? This could be Purgatory. Better here than there. 

I just- picked a place and set up shop, pretty much. No Impala, but also no one to ask me for an ID or a credit card to get a room, so, that’s pretty nice. First sign that this isn’t- Earth? Real life? Something like that. 

Whole thing feels like angels. Demons could- maybe do this, maybe. Lucifer could do this, definitely. But, it feels more like it did when Zachariah was fucking with us than anything- or, Mystery Spot. If I find out it’s Gabriel, I’m not sure if I’m more likely to thank him or kill him again. Definitely going to have to go out again tomorrow- today, I guess? And see what’s up. Staying up tonight to see if I can beat the cycle like that. 

God, I hope this isn’t just another part of the Cage.

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KATHERINE

Katherine raised a glass in return, smiling against the rim at Sam’s visceral reaction.  “Sorry.  Didn’t mean to put you off your drink, or anything.  I’ll spare you any gory details, but I didn’t see any reason to beat around the bush.”  That had never been her style, and it wasn’t likely to change just because she was in a prison world.  She was, though, surprised to hear that Sam had arrived under similar circumstances.

“I won’t ask where you were before, but if this is better then I’m glad you got spat out here.  Not to worry anyway, if we go insane at least the whole town’s going to be insane together.  And at that point, no one’s going to notice.”

“Believe me, it takes a lot to put me off of anything,” he said, pushing a smile in return. “I- appreciate the candor, really. Good to know that I’m not the only one around here that’s been... snatched from the jaws of death.” Interesting, and definitely lending itself to his working ‘this is Hell’ or Purgatory theories. 

“I’ll spare you any gory details,” he echoed. “I think both of us are walking enough nightmares that we don’t need to hash any more out.” He actually laughed a bit at her last statement. “It’d be the best remake of Groundhog’s Day the world’s ever seen, honestly. A much grittier reboot.”

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DEREK

“Scared of the dark?”  He didn’t trust him, not that Derek trusted most people but this guy looked at him much like most hunters did.  That immediately set Derek’s defenses on high alert, narrowing his eyes, “you didn’t scare me”.  If he was a wolf the man would know he was lying, because he was scared, he felt scared all the time and it made him angry.

“More scared of what comes out of it, really- never know who’s gonna pop out at you around here. Or, what.” Sam’s gaze narrowed as the other man’s did, hackles raising with it. “Whatever you say, man- scare you, not scare you, get in the middle of your... ten o’clock p.m. jog wearing full leather, whatever. Didn’t mean to.” 

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RUBY

“Look at the uniform, Sammy.  And the badge don’t lie, either.  I am a duly appointed - well, self-appointed - representative of the law here in Mystic Falls, and if you don’t put that gun down I’m going to have to run you in.”  She wouldn’t, although having him in handcuffs could be fun.  “Besides, you and I both know that shooting me isn’t going to do a thing for you.  I’ll just wake up again tomorrow.”

Cocking her head, she listened to what was a very poor summary of what must have happened after Sam had popped the seal on Lucifer’s cage.  “Actually, I don’t.  I wish I’d had a front row seat, but the last thing I remember is your idiot brother putting a bullet in me.  Then I woke up here.  If it’s purgatory, seems damned odd they’d let me in the joint.  And no one did, everyone just sort of grabbed jobs as they wanted.  This was what I wanted.”

The gun came down and away- very reluctantly. There was a warring part of Sam that, despite everything- despite the demon blood, and Lilith, and Lucifer- wanted to trust Ruby, which was a very dangerous game to play. He tried to push it away. “Could’ve been worth a try,” he said. 

“Some part of Hell, then.” Good, this meeting was good for something; he just had to swipe through the list. He was getting information here, that was all. Nothing else, no- feelings, no betrayal welling up. “It’s- something to do with the Cage- I’m still there, have to be. This is just- something Lucifer’s doing.”  It felt a little weird to say he’d be honest to god disappointed if this turned out to just be a game Lucifer was playing to screw with him. He’d been- hopeful, for a moment that maybe, just maybe, he’d somehow managed to slip through the cracks and get out. 

“You wanted to be a cop?” He wrinkled his nose a bit. “Why a cop- authority figure?”

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KATHERINE

“I feel you there.  Any hint that things are going to change around here would be pretty great.”  Something told her it wouldn’t be the game, in any case, since that was probably a piece of history that was set in stone, but perhaps a commercial or something might differ.

Sam’s answer was more than a little vague, but she didn’t mind that.  Not everyone laid their cards out in the first conversation, so she didn’t expect it.  “Kind of a firefighter, huh?  I was dying, actually.  Got all ready to cross over, and instead I ended up here.”

“Here’s to hoping.” He raised his pint glass to her before he took a drink in a sort of half-toast- then again, there was something to be said about being careful what you wished for. Being stuck in a never ending loop of a day was shitty, really, but it was definitely better than being stuck in the Cage, and better than being attacked by monsters every other day.

“Jesus.” That- hadn’t been the answer Sam was expecting, and he gave a grimace. “I... same sort of thing, honestly. I was expecting to never see the light of day again, and now, here I am- honestly? I’m not entirely upset about it, even though I’m pretty sure this loop’s gonna drive me insane sooner rather than later. But- better than where I was before.” 

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KAI

Kai looks down at his pink shirt sporting a unicorn and shrugs as if he has no idea what the guy was talking about, “That seems to be everyone’s go to but really is there any such thing when the clock rolls back anyway?” One day over and it starts right back up again, couldn’t waste time even if you wanted to.

Kai tilts his head, oh no was this one of the boring humans that somehow ended up getting on his family’s shit list? “Ah that explains a lot.” He nods, though he knew for a fact that if a ghost was haunting this place he would have known years ago. “Oh I got plenty of tricks up my sleeve other than betting on luck.”

“Gotta find something to do ‘til the whole things starts again,” Sam shrugged, huffing a little with it. “It’s just a waiting game, sometimes; not every day is gonna be a big one. Knowing that it’s gonna loop’s just... a good way of promising yourself you’re not wasting time when you need to relax. If you spend every day doing the same shit you did the last time, all you’re gonna do is drive yourself crazy- so. Arcade games today, back to the grindstone tomorrow, maybe.” 

“I’m sure you do, buddy.” Honestly, there hadn’t been that many people that he’d run into so far that ground Sam’s gears, but this guy- this guy seemed to be dancing on quite a few of his nerves. 

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CASSIE

Cassie, by contrast, almost EXCLUSIVELY went out at night. It had been the only way, in the early days of their captivity, to ensure she never ran into any of the other Circle members. Not wanting to tip anyone off that she was there before she was ready to return, she’d been forced to SLINK through the darkness while they were tucked up in their beds. She’d never thought twice about it, armed with both her black magic and the knowledge that she’d wake up the next day no matter what. But now that she could see how AGITATED the big guy in front of her was, maybe it was time to rethink that confidence …

Cassie immediately held up her hands in mock surrender, forgetting all about the Balcoin crest that was SEARED into her palm. “Just sharing the sidewalk… my house is this direction.” she offered as calmly as she could, lifting surprised (but not unsympathetic) eyebrows at the taller man. “… Something got you nervous?” she asked, glancing around the darkness as if she almost expected one of the various creature residents of this place to pop out and attack. Almost. 

Sam felt like an ASSHOLE, really, and he tried to adjust his body language a bit, forcing himself to relax- or, to at least LOOK like he was relaxing. The girl didn’t seem like a threat, but he knew better than to take that at face value. Often times, the people that looked the least threatening were the ones that needed looking out for. 

“Sorry,” he said. “Really. It’s... dunno if it’s a moon-thing or a not-sleeping thing- maybe both? Probably both, but. That, and I... usually try to not be out, around this time. Never know who’s out here, especially not out here, y’know?”

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THEO

He had been caught in his thoughts, and off guard, when the man spoke. 

“Woah man, relax. Didn’t realise going for a run was illegal.” The woods were for the wolf, and that’s where Theo spent most of his nights running. Tonight though, he’d felt like trying to clear his head as a human, instead of hiding behind the smaller emotional capacity of his wolf brain. So the town it was, and clearly, it was a mistake. 

He normally wasn’t this loud, but ever since he arrived in this pocket of space many of his skills had been down the shitter, if he was being polite. Couldn’t walk quietly, couldn’t talk properly, couldn’t do anything right really. The lack of self control was unnerving at best, and terrifying at worst. He’d never really had much else. 

“I don’t know why you’re so worried. I mean, you have about a head on me, at least 20 years as well, and you can stomach reading the awful literature in this town. It’s not like there’s monsters or anything out here, right?” 

Just the orange kid again, thank god. Sam almost wanted to laugh at himself for freaking out; this whole damned town was making him lose his mind. Being the base level of hunter-paranoid was all fine and good, but, there was that, and then there was being scared of a teenage fruit farmer. 

“Didn’t know it was you,” he said, trying to force himself down to some measure of calm. “Sorry- you okay?” 

Not like there’s monsters or anything. He grimaced, at that, though he tried to turn it into some kind of smile. “Y’never know; could be all kinds of shit out there. I’m usually inside by now, but- decided I was gonna take a walk. See what was going bump in the night.” 

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DEREK

It figured he wasn’t alone, he really did have the absolute best luck.  He huffs out a breath and crosses his arms over his chest, he could smell the fear coming off this guy.  He could tell he was human, but also there was something else there, something he couldn’t quite figure out.  It made Derek on edge as he stood there, raising an eyebrow at the man, “I don’t know, can you? Because this is where I live".

There was- something off about this guy, something that cut at Sam the wrong way- but, he tried his best not to show it, just settling for giving the man a once-over. “My bad,” he said, shrugging a bit. “Night’s got me- a little on edge, man. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

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ISAAC

Isaac grinned, “Good to know I don’t need to use protection then.” The terrible innuendos were borderlining cringe at that point. Isaac may have curled in on himself, but the guy was bringing out the stupid in him. He resumed walking towards the coffee shop with the crisis averted Isaac needed to get off the street before he banged into another stranger. Isaac’s brows furrowed, “That makes no sense,” He stated casting a side-eye glance at him, “I mean you reek of things but you’re human. I don’t get it.” Isaac let his head rock from side to side thinking it over, “No,” He concluded, “I know a lot of people and people I knew. But I’m just starting to become close to some. If that makes sense? I haven’t been close to anyone for a few years so I’m trying to fix that. Why is there anyone you wanted to know about?” Isaac held the door open for the guy, “Anyone you know here?”

Sam followed suit, shoulders slumping a bit more as he forced himself to relax. At least he was a little closer to getting some kind of answers; knowing that someone else knew was better than knowing nothing at all. “I’ve- been touched by a lot of stuff,” he said, shrugging as they walked. “I... don’t, actually, which is... honestly, not surprising. Makes it harder to figure out what’s doing this, and why we’re all here in the first place, but. I’ve always been good at tracking things like that down.” 

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ISAAC

Before Isaac could say more he let out an audible sigh of relief. “Thank god I thought I was going to have to take your innocence and I was not ready to fuck your brain like that.” Isaac breathed out. In hindsight the guy spent a month in the prison world, obviously, he had to have some clue. “I know the same as you. The only thing I’m confused about is why are you here. Everyone I know is supernatural, and you’re not? Sorry about that.”

Sam actually laughed a little at the idea of this kid- who, honestly, looked more like an angel than most of the angels he’d met; a cherub, maybe?- being the one to take his innocence- as if he’d had any innocence to ‘take’ in a very, very long time. “No, my brain’s been fucked up since... pretty much birth,” he said. “I’m- not exactly not supernatural, though. Supernatural, like, how- demons, witches, just... magic powers?” With all this, he figured it was... a pretty bad- if not deadly idea to throw around the word ‘hunter’ around Isaac. “Do you know a lot of the people here?”