Not Again - Open Post

[goingdarkside]

When Sam walks into the hotel, the first thing he notices is that this is not the sleazy lobby he saw through glass doors. He stops abruptly, turning sharply on his heel to stop Dean from walking in behind him, but his brother is no where to be seen. In fact, the doors behind him are not even the doors he walked through, but ones belonging to a

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[shootthetarget]

Fox is slumped in a lobby chair messing with her gun, like she has a tendency to do when she's bored, and looks up curiously when the new guy shows up.

"Hey there," she gives him her best Fox-Greeting grin, "Lost?"

[goingdarkside]

He spins to look at her, and the sight of the gun makes him tense, hand going to his inner pocket.

"Yeah, a little bit." He keeps his voice calm as he studies her, trying to figure out if she might be a demon, but demons did not tend to mess around with guns.

[shootthetarget]

"You're at a Hotel," she clicks the magazine out of her gun, toying with it in her lap. "One you won't be leaving for quite a while. Sucks, but it's the truth."

[goingdarkside]

"- and why's that?" he asks, cautious. He glances around quickly, just to make sure no one is sneaking up on him while he is distracted.

[yourwaywardson]

"Sammy!" Dean calls out, striding over to his brother. "Man am I glad to see you." It's been two months since Dean's arrival, and having to be in a new, ridiculously weird place without his brother has been massively disconcerting.

Which is why the obvious reaction to seeing Sam again is to walk up to him and punch him hard in the arm. "Where the fuck have you been?"

[goingdarkside]

"Dean-!" Sam looks relieved, and then stunned when Dean punches him. "- Christ! What was the for?" He rubs his arm, giving his brother an irritated look. "What do you mean, where have I been?" Not that it is not obvious that something is off about this, but jeez, Dean did not have to be such a dick about it. Providing it was really Dean. That was always a matter for contention. He straightens, frowning down at him.

[yourwaywardson]

"For not being here for the past two friggin' months!" As an afterthought, he punches the other arm. To even things out. "I showed up here, by myself, and had do deal with -- weirdness and -- Angelina Jolie for two months before you finally drag your sorry ass over here!"

It occurs to him, suddenly, that this might not be the real Sammy. It had really been John, but that doesn't mean something wearing Sam couldn't show up here. So, to be safe, he grabs the flask from his jacket and splashes holy water at Sam's face. Like the good brother he is.

[goingdarkside]

"Dean!" Sam sputters water, reaching up to wipe his face off. "I don't know what you're talking about. Can you slow down and stop hitting me, or do you need to slap me with some silver, too?" Well, it certainly seems like Dean, though he flicks some of the water back off his fingers, just to make sure this did not go both ways.

[papademonhunter]

He half expected this once Dean showed up, and also half expects a remarkably similar reaction to his own presence as Dean exhibited.

Therefore John will stand in a doorway, just looking at his son for a bit before he calmly and softly speaks, making sure not to make any sudden movements. "Sam. Been a while."

[goingdarkside]

And the gun is out and pointed at John's head before he even completely turns around. He stares at John for a minute, the shock clear on his face, before his expression closes off completely. This was not funny, especially after the last week. "Who are you?" he barks, glaring from behind the muzzle.

[papademonhunter]

John carefully raises his hands, holding them up at head-level, palm out. "I am exactly who I appear to be. I know it's damn hard to believe. Please don't shoot me in the head."

[goingdarkside]

"And I'm supposed to believe that? I don't think so." His mind runs through the possibilities: demon, shapeshifter, heck, another ghoul, a remnant, - who knows what else, and each more plausible that John being alive. "So let's skip the messing with my mind bit. Just tell me who you are."

[savemesaveworld]

"That's what I tried too," says Claire, nodding toward Sam's cell phone. "It didn't work for me either. Wherever we are, it's definitely out of service." She's on her way out of the kitchen, eating her way through an ice cream fudgesicle. Holding it up, she asks, "Want some?"

[goingdarkside]

"Take it you don't know either?" Sam shrugs awkwardly, putting his phone away. "Nah, I'm good. Just- trying to get my bearings." He resists the urge to go through the demon-shapeshifter-other nasty tests, because, for one, it seems everyone here is pretty normal, and two, it does not exactly make for a good impression. He manages a smile. "Thanks, though."

[savemesaveworld]

"Sorry, I don't. If it's any comfort, everyone's just as confused as you are." While neither demon nor shapeshifter, she isn't human, although she certainly looks and acts normal enough to pass for it. Slurping a little on her fudgesicle, she adds, "You're welcome. My name's Claire."

[goingdarkside]

Sam gives her another smile and holds out his hand. "I'm Sam. Nice to meet you. Have you been here long?"

[abigfatass]

Since Kyle arrived and told him to stop being a dumbass and play hotel manager, Cartman's been sticking at the front desk as often as he can, though he's been unlucky about catching new arrivals. At the sound of the bell, he hops up onto the tall stool and crosses his hands on the front desk's counter, giving Sam a sweet smile. "Well, hello, sir! Just checking in?"

[goingdarkside]

"- um- I was actually wondering if you could tell me where I was." He looks down at the kid, doubtful he could have any answers, but he could be wrong.