[Sam's worked out how to use the audio on his watch, but he's not entirely sure who he's broadcasting to. The watch isn't like anything he's ever seen before.]
Can anyone hear me?
[He has a good idea who is behind this and his jaw tightens as does his fingers around the watch.]
Where am I? Where's my brother?
[He pauses and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly.]
You know, I never thought there'd come a day when I actually found myself wanting to be an atheist. Congratulations. After everything, and I mean everything, I now wish there wasn't a God. Or any of you.
Third Person: (Sample taken from a previous game.)
Apocalypse. Angels. Antichrist. Nothing that Dean had said over the journals or now in person was making any sense to Sam. That combined with the fact that his brother looked way more worn and beaten down than Sam had ever seen made Sam wonder if there was something really wrong. Plus, Dean had more than enough sense not to be spouting words like antichrist around a bunch of strangers that had woken up in the same deserted town that they had. One of the first rules of hunting was not singling yourself out and as far as he could tell Dean had been doing just that. Just because they knew the Yellow Eyed Demon wasn't behind this didn't mean that Lilith wasn't. For all they knew, she'd stuck them here so that they wouldn't be able to find a way out of Dean's deal.
Not that there weren't other possibilities. Who was this Castiel person and how did he know the Trickster? The Trickster could bend reality, but did it have the power to pull people from different times? It didn't make any sense. Neither did the fact that there were people here that knew them. People that he didn't remember meeting and knew things about Sam that he wouldn't have ordinarily shared with anyone else. They needed to get to the bottom of this and then get out. So why Dean was suddenly acting like a mental case was beyond him.
As he pulled him towards a back booth and away from the small gathering of people he studied his brother's movements and eyes. He was moving fine and his pupils weren't dilated, so it wasn't a concussion or drugs. He released his arm only when they got to the back of the diner. "Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam asked, studying his face. "What antichrist incident? What are you talking about? We just buried Doc Benton less than a day ago." He had to bite his tongue not to mention that they also might have buried Dean's only chance to escape the deal. "And why are you suddenly in biblical mode? Angels, apocalypse, antichrist? All you need is a bell and a sandwich board that says 'The End is Near'."
[CANON] Sam Winchester || Supernatural || Reserved || 2 of 2
Hello?
[Sam's worked out how to use the audio on his watch, but he's not entirely sure who he's broadcasting to. The watch isn't like anything he's ever seen before.]
Can anyone hear me?
[He has a good idea who is behind this and his jaw tightens as does his fingers around the watch.]
Where am I? Where's my brother?
[He pauses and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly.]
You know, I never thought there'd come a day when I actually found myself wanting to be an atheist. Congratulations. After everything, and I mean everything, I now wish there wasn't a God. Or any of you.
Third Person: (Sample taken from a previous game.)
Apocalypse. Angels. Antichrist. Nothing that Dean had said over the journals or now in person was making any sense to Sam. That combined with the fact that his brother looked way more worn and beaten down than Sam had ever seen made Sam wonder if there was something really wrong. Plus, Dean had more than enough sense not to be spouting words like antichrist around a bunch of strangers that had woken up in the same deserted town that they had. One of the first rules of hunting was not singling yourself out and as far as he could tell Dean had been doing just that. Just because they knew the Yellow Eyed Demon wasn't behind this didn't mean that Lilith wasn't. For all they knew, she'd stuck them here so that they wouldn't be able to find a way out of Dean's deal.
Not that there weren't other possibilities. Who was this Castiel person and how did he know the Trickster? The Trickster could bend reality, but did it have the power to pull people from different times? It didn't make any sense. Neither did the fact that there were people here that knew them. People that he didn't remember meeting and knew things about Sam that he wouldn't have ordinarily shared with anyone else. They needed to get to the bottom of this and then get out. So why Dean was suddenly acting like a mental case was beyond him.
As he pulled him towards a back booth and away from the small gathering of people he studied his brother's movements and eyes. He was moving fine and his pupils weren't dilated, so it wasn't a concussion or drugs. He released his arm only when they got to the back of the diner. "Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam asked, studying his face. "What antichrist incident? What are you talking about? We just buried Doc Benton less than a day ago." He had to bite his tongue not to mention that they also might have buried Dean's only chance to escape the deal. "And why are you suddenly in biblical mode? Angels, apocalypse, antichrist? All you need is a bell and a sandwich board that says 'The End is Near'."