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The first thing he's aware of is how cold the ground is under him.
Sam startles awake and sits up with a jerk, staring around in confusion. Just a second ago he'd been standing at the counter, looking at the pie selection, and now--
"What the hell?"
Slowly he gets to his feet and turns around in a circle, looking at the abandoned town. Empty dirt roads, silent wooden buildings with dark windows, one old creaky mess of a waterwheel, and no sign of life at all. For a half-second he thinks of stone angels and an unexpected trip to Deadwood, but dismisses the thought just as quickly. He'd been in that crappy diner, not at Milliways.
He digs in his pocket for his cell phone, but one look is all it takes to see there's no signal. Sam puts it away again and starts toward the nearest building to search for a land line.
Somehow he's got to get in touch with Dean.
* * * * * * *
It doesn't take him long to realize that there's not much chance of finding anything. Sam tries building after building that's locked up, boarded up, or just plain broken up and empty. He's turning away from another locked door when he hears a creaking noise from around the corner.
Sam snatches up a broken board and makes his way to the edge of the building, then waits to strike. As the shadowy figure moves into view, he starts to swing, then nearly drops the board.
"Andy?"
He hasn't seen Andy Gallagher since Guthrie, Oklahoma, but here the guy is, staring back at him.
"Sam? Sam! What are you doing here? What am I doing here?"
He shakes his head.
"I don't know."
Andy clutches at his sleeve in a panic.
"Where are we?!"
"Look, Andy, try to calm down--"
"I can't calm down! I just woke up in freakin' Frontierland!"
Sam tosses the board aside and looks back at him.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
Andy shakes his head. "Honestly? My fourth bong load. It was so weird -- all of a sudden, there was this really awful smell. Kinda like--"
"--like sulfur?" Sam breaks in.
Andy stares at him in surprise.
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
Sam feels his stomach sink.
We are in so much trouble.
Sam startles awake and sits up with a jerk, staring around in confusion. Just a second ago he'd been standing at the counter, looking at the pie selection, and now--
"What the hell?"
Slowly he gets to his feet and turns around in a circle, looking at the abandoned town. Empty dirt roads, silent wooden buildings with dark windows, one old creaky mess of a waterwheel, and no sign of life at all. For a half-second he thinks of stone angels and an unexpected trip to Deadwood, but dismisses the thought just as quickly. He'd been in that crappy diner, not at Milliways.
He digs in his pocket for his cell phone, but one look is all it takes to see there's no signal. Sam puts it away again and starts toward the nearest building to search for a land line.
Somehow he's got to get in touch with Dean.
* * * * * * *
It doesn't take him long to realize that there's not much chance of finding anything. Sam tries building after building that's locked up, boarded up, or just plain broken up and empty. He's turning away from another locked door when he hears a creaking noise from around the corner.
Sam snatches up a broken board and makes his way to the edge of the building, then waits to strike. As the shadowy figure moves into view, he starts to swing, then nearly drops the board.
"Andy?"
He hasn't seen Andy Gallagher since Guthrie, Oklahoma, but here the guy is, staring back at him.
"Sam? Sam! What are you doing here? What am I doing here?"
He shakes his head.
"I don't know."
Andy clutches at his sleeve in a panic.
"Where are we?!"
"Look, Andy, try to calm down--"
"I can't calm down! I just woke up in freakin' Frontierland!"
Sam tosses the board aside and looks back at him.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
Andy shakes his head. "Honestly? My fourth bong load. It was so weird -- all of a sudden, there was this really awful smell. Kinda like--"
"--like sulfur?" Sam breaks in.
Andy stares at him in surprise.
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
Sam feels his stomach sink.
We are in so much trouble.