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[imnot_likeyou]

Who: Sam Winchester and YOU
What: Sam’s headspace
When: Anytime during the headspace plot.
Where: Room 301
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Prose or actionspam, doesn’t matter to me. Establish the day in the subject line if you want, otherwise we’ll just leave it ambiguous.

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[fumidus]

There's a man inside your head. A nameless man with dark hair and steely eyes that, oddly enough, looks exactly like a certain Horseman of the Apocalypse. But honestly, it's just coincidence.

The Man in Black, contrary to what some people believed on the island, is not a demon. He steps over the salt lines. He even gets some holy water on him when he steps on one of the traps and simply wipes it off, looking as though all of these things are just nuisances for him in his search for information. This loss was helping him out a lot- since he lost his ability to scan the minds of those around him, this was the best way to see who exactly these people are.

He arrives at the room with the doors and pauses, deciding which one to try. Either way, he's going to find something interesting.

He opens the second door and steps in.

god, i need to catch up on lost.

[imnot_likeyou]

Sam avoids doors two and three if he can help it. One is a constant reminder of the person he doesn't want to be, while the other is a reminder of everything that being that person has cost him. He doesn't need to feel the oppression of the emotions the way the room presents them -- he feels them every day, all jumbled at once and separating them doesn't make them easier.

But he feels that someone is here, poking around in a place where they don't belong, and that is enough to draw him out of the safety of the Impala and back into the recesses of his own mind. He wanders through, stopping in the doorway of the second room and staring at the back of the person there. "What do you want?" It isn't someone he knew. It isn't likely that the man is looking for him.

And if the man turns, Sam's face will turn to one of confusion. "When did you get here?" If the Man in Black has been there long enough, he probably saw Dean and Sam taking down that particular Horseman of the Apocalypse. Good times.

yes, yes you do. :)

[fumidus]

The memories here are tainted with blood and violence and the deep dark red that is the color of pure anger. It's a familiar feeling for him, actually. So, he passively glances on, taking in all the violence as if he's watching a particularly informative show. A killer of demons and monsters and things that bumped in the night, huh? And my, my, this man had tasted death too many times to count. His eyes sweep over the memories, and something twists in his own heart- madness? Anger? He can't tell.

He then sees his own face, and he blinks, confused. He hadn't met this man before, had he? He would have remembered him if he was even near the island. The voice behind him breaks his sudden contemplation at that, and he turns, eyes glinting with something akin to curiousity.

"Have we met?" His tone is low and probing- he wanted to understand who this man was, and why he was in his memories in the first place.

i basically have s6. which i own. so hopefully it will be soon.

[imnot_likeyou]

At the question, his head tips. Being in the castle for so long has gotten him used to the idea that people could share faces. It's a side effect of being in the world they are in. He doesn't like it, by any sense of the word, but it happens, and this is where Sam needs to be careful. There are two options here: either War is from before he met Sam, or this isn't War at all.

His eyes scan down to the man's hands, looking for some sign of the gleaming gold band that is the source of War's power. It's not there, but that doesn't rule anything out -- if he were the castle, he would have taken that as the Horseman's loss as well. He doesn't let his guard down, eyes the man carefully, but when he speaks, he's hesitant.

"War?"

[autophoenix]

After everything they'd talked about the last time Claire had seen him, she couldn't help but want to check up on Sam now that it seemed like the castle was taking the opportunity to screw with them all again. He seemed altogether at the end of his rope with it

[imnot_likeyou]

Sam felt her more than he heard her, but it took him some time. If anything, it was Alice whining that she wanted to go out that got him up and moving than someone else poking around his mind. There had been enough about this week that he just wanted to hide away and not deal with everyone else.

He wandered back into the main area, two dogs padding at his side when he realized that one of the doors were open. He sighed, moving closer and blinking in surprise when he saw who it was.

"Claire," he said, breathing a sigh of relief that she didn't pick the door with the memories of him going evil. "Hi."

And to add to that, this would be Alice, wandering over to say hello as well.

[autophoenix]

Claire's head whipped around when she heard Sam behind her, eyes going wide with surprise -- and like she was caught doing something wrong. Which, you know, she was, admittedly. Snooping through someone's head without permission. She opened her mouth and dug for an excuse -- which wasn't all that hard to find.

"Sorry, I was just -- I didn't know where you were. I knocked …" She shrugged apologetically, her eyes slowly glancing around her, investigating. But, Alice was licking her hands and trying to stick her snout against Claire's leg to get attention, so she eventually let the dog win out and crouched to pet her. "Quite the maze you've got going." Because, at its core, that's what organization looked like to pretty much anybody who didn't understand the system. "What's with the choose your destiny doors?"

[imnot_likeyou]

Sam would have been more upset and on edge if it was someone he didn't know. Considering this was a friend, he was going to assume that she didn't mean any harm. Curiosity got the better of people. It happened.

"It's okay," he said with a shrug of his own. Cooper was milling around his ankles until he got him to sit still for a second, and then he looked back up again. "I've had my head screwed with. I think this is more self-protection than anything else. Just be glad you didn't pick the first one." And he pointed in the direction of the door he meant. "Pretty much everything I know about every son of a bitch I've ever hunted is in there. As well as ... my imagination."

He'll let you draw your own conclusions from that, Claire.