arrivals...

[huntedhunter]

Characters: Sam Winchester [ OPEN ]
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: The Castle
Relative Date: Upon Sam's arrival...
Status: WIP

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Not for the first time, Sam wondered if Ruby had something to do with this. It wasn't her style, but then - since when was demon interested in helping a hunter? It could've been a trap, but Lilith had made no moves

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[thedoctorx]

The Doctor paced the castle in long strides, stopping periodically to observe some obscure piece of architecture or otherwise impressionable piece of art. At least impressionable to him, but his taste was fickle and his mind was on other things. He's been in the castle for exactly sixteen minutes after a helicopter ride that seemed to last an eternity. The whole time he complained about the ineffectiveness of the transportation, knowing full well the pilot had no idea what he was going on about. Thinking back now, the Doctor wondered briefly if the pilot ever even said anything back. He sighed shallowly, removing his glasses and folding them neatly back in his pocket. Whatever he was looking at had quickly lost his attention, and his mind and feet wandered on down a widening hall towards a stairwell

[huntedhunter]

Sam whirled around on the spot upon hearing someone speak. His fingers tightened on his beretta hidden in his coat instinctively. The guy didn't look dangerous, but ... you never knew. "I don't know." Sam replied, glancing up from the floor to the man. "Do you live here? It looks like something happened here..." he trailed off.

And Sam muttered, clear but quiet - just loud enough for the other man to hear - "Christo." If he didn't flinch, if he wasn't a demon, then maybe this had nothing to do with them after all.

[thedoctorx]

The Doctor froze where he was, placing a hand to the back of his neck. "Um, no, no. Can't say I do. Because I don't. And... that would be lying," he clarified helpfully. Moving a step closer, he eyed the man critically. "You seem nervous, are you -- ohhh," he looked down at the blood specked floor and his voice fell. "What's that doing there?"

[huntedhunter]

"I don't know. I've only just got here." Sam sighed. This time he pulled out his gun. He was on the job, it looked like. Always on the job.

It seemed to get thicker as it went on, ending behind a door. And wouldn't it be luck that it was locked, he thought - trying to open it. "It's locked." Too bad Dean wasn't here. He liked to kick down doors like he a movie hero. Always carried paper clips, too.

"Stand back." He instructed the other man, preparing to knock down the door.

[thedoctorx]

The Doctor stood back, though his reaction had little to do with the man's suggestion. "Put that away," he ordered sternly referring to the gun, "or on second thought, hand it over. Then we'll worry about what's behind that door." He held out his hand firmly, fully expecting him to comply with his request. He obviously wasn't used to people arguing with him about such important things as this.

[huntedhunter]

"What? No ... it's ..." Sam held onto his gun. "Look, man. If there is something dangerous behind that door, I can deal with it." It's my job, he left unsaid. He wasn't about to let someone get hurt, not when he could do something to stop it.

Sam did not have a hero complex, where would you get that idea?

[thedoctorx]

The Doctor didn't budge, so he tried to enlighten him. "That's no way to deal with anything." He might have sounded a mixture of tired old school teacher meets radical hippie, but his unbudgey-ness was heavy in his voice.

Maybe a compromise?

"Look, just... put that away. I'll open the door, and... if there's something dangerous behind it, I'll let it get me first," he raised an eyebrow, nodding slightly toward the door, "sound fair?"

At least now he recognized that the man was only trying to help, and most of the initial fear he felt at the sight of the gun had dissolved into concern for its accidental discharge. Safety locks, to the Doctor, didn't exist, because there was nothing safe in his mind about a gun.

[huntedhunter]

Finally, Sam nodded. Having an older brother, sometimes he found, that a compromise was the best solution to an argument. He slid the gun back into his pocket - hand still poised and ready in case they *should* need it. John Winchester had trained his sons from a young age - to use a gun. He'd given his youngest at the age of nine a .45 to deal with the thing under his bed. A gun, to Sam was a valuable tool of a hunter.

"I think I'd prefer it if nobody gets it here."

[thedoctorx]

He lowered his hand wearily, undecided at first as to whether or not he should push the man anymore. He'd have felt a lot more comfortable with the gun in his possession and then disposed of, but his words gave him an edge of comfort. "I'll hold you to that," he replied dryly. And he would -- which was more of a responsibility than carrying a weapon should ever carry

[huntedhunter]

Sam shoves his hands in his pockets, watching the other man work on opening the door. "Sorry if I startled you earlier." He apologized as he half watched the man pull out some sort of device. Looked high tech.

"Sam. Sam Winchester. Who are you?" He glanced back at the door to see the man had opened it. Hm. How had he done it so quickly?

Reaching past the man, he gave the door a slight push - opening it slightly.

[thedoctorx]

The Doctor nodded absentmindedly at the man's apology, slipping the device back into the pocket he pulled it out of. "Sam Winchester?" he repeated, and then added quickly under his breath, "no wonder you like guns."

He watched Sam give the door a gentle push, and then answered as if the question of his own name was something obvious or otherwise irrelevant. "I'm the Doctor," he paused a moment to breathe deeply and then peered into the darkened room, "and I don't think this is going to be pretty." He gave the door a nudge and deftly stepped inside.

[huntedhunter]

"Winchester, like the rifle. Now that's a bit of irony for you." He quirked a small, smile that lacked any real humor. He might have accepted his life, didn't mean he had to like it.

"Just The Doctor?" Sam asked, following him inside. Mutilated bodies, no matter how many times you see them, never get any easier to look at. Sam winced. "Yeah, gonna have to agree with you there." The poor man. The young hunter knelt down beside the man, examining the wounds.

[thedoctorx]

The Doctor moved somewhat away from the door and stared down at the body. He was wincing maybe, but the sight made him inwardly cringe. Death definitely wasn't ever easy to face, no matter how much of it you've seen. He watched Sam kneel down, subconsciously noting his apparent natural compassion -- a hallmark against which he judged people. He ignored his question, jumbling it into another question. This was more comfortable for him, and he thought maybe more prudent.

"Are you a doctor?" he wondered aloud, reaching into his jacket pocket and removing a pair of glasses. He slipped them on and knelt down on the other side of the body.

[huntedhunter]

"No, I'm not a Doctor." Sam replies. He's pretended to be a doctor - but he didn't say that. Good first impression that would make. "I've just ... let's just say that I've seen my share of this." He continued his search of the body.

"Whatever happened to him, whatever did this - it ripped him up pretty good." Too much like seeing Dean get tore up by the Hell Hounds. But he doesn't give that any more thought. Instead, he turned to the Doctor. "What do you think?"

((Sorry bout that. It's bedtime for me. I'll get back to you tomorrow. Night! ))

[thedoctorx]

I've seen my share of this... He believed that he had without a glance in his direction, and with a brief look up he wasn't sure if he wanted to know anymore.

The Doctor nodded in agreement of Sam's vague albeit correct post-mortem. "I think...", he paused a breath, running his fingers through his hair, "you're right." He rested a hand on his chin, hunched over the body taking a quick second to decide how he wanted to word this. "Well, it just happened. Like... really just happened-happened. There was a struggle... that's obvious, and..." he removed his hand from his chin to glance back down at the body, "well, I don't think a human did this, Sam, do you?"

[[OOC: Night-night! Thanks for playing and I'll see you tomorrow.]]

[huntedhunter]

[sorry. computer troubles are troublesome. all is well, now though!]

"No, it doesn't look like it was a person. Most likely an animal of some sort...it's too bad we don't know where this is, we'd know what's in this area, what could've done this." Sam frowned, turning away. "How did he get in here, I mean... Have you seen anyone else around here?"