starter for @scriptom [ sam ]
eyes shoot open, disoriented by surroundings. where the hell was she? body is pushed off eroding wooden floors while she takes it all in, silhouette stands amongst decaying bones of deserted building, that’s when she hears voices. 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚖 only to grasp at air, whatever had brought her here had wanted her without a weapon. smart move. lungs suck in a deep breath before she pushes open doors, air is brisk wrapping around figure, helping to set the tone of gloomy ghost town. voices get closer and closer, she readies herself to fight and as she’s about to pounce sam winchester comes into view. ❛❛ sam WHAT THE HELL? i almost roundhoused you in the face. ❜❜
shoulders drop as she relaxes slightly, at least she was amongst a friend. sense of unease sits heavy in stomach, something wasn’t right. hues fall on the two hiding behind towering winchester, brow quirks, ❛❛ uh so i see you’ve found yourself a babysitting job, real cute. ❜❜ joke hangs stale in tense air between them, maybe humour wasn’t the best idea considering circumstances. hope clings to throat, maybe he knew what was going on? ❛❛ please tell me you know WHO BROUGHT US HERE? or why? ❜❜