Sam opened his eyes. It was pitch black. Or almost. There was a blinking red light up above him to the right.
"Hello?" he yelled.
There was no response. How had he gotten here?
"Calm down," he said to himself. "What's the last thing you remember?"
He took a deep breath and tried to think. He and Dean had had that argument. Dean told him that dad had told him he might have to kill him. Yeah, that's what everyone wanted to hear. Sam shook his head to clear it. That wasn't important right now. He had snuck out of their room and stolen a car. He was going to go to the Roadhouse to get help from Ash and Ellen. Had he made it? The last thing he could remember was turning right out of the motel parking lot, but something must have happened after that. What?
OK, he was getting agitated again. Clear his head. If he couldn't remember how he got there, maybe he could figure out something about where he was. He put his hand down. Felt like carpet. He started to crawl forward and was brought up short by a tugging at his ankle. Metal straight against his skin. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed that right away. He took his hands and felt down and followed the chain. The chain was attached to a ring in the wall. At least that's what it felt like.
"OK, this can't be good." The chain felt like it was about a foot long. He couldn't feel anything else in any other direction. So, the room was at least 15 feet by 7 feet. What did that tell him? Nothing.
SSS
Sam had been sitting against the wall for what seemed like hours. His eyes couldn't adjust to the dark, because there was no light at all, bar the tiny red light blinking above him. What was that? There was no light streaming in from under a door crack. there was nothing.
"Hello!" he yelled again. He was met with silence. Had he been left to die? He didn't have any way to even begin to figure out how much time was passing. Those hours could have been a half hour, or half a day.
He heard a noise to his left. It sounded like something opening. He looked just in time to see light and heard something land near him before it went dark again. He felt around until he found a bottle and a small box. He opened the box and felt a sandwich. He set it aside. He didn't know if it was poisoned. Then, he reasoned if whoever wanted to kill him, they could have done it before throwing him in here. He at the sandwich, pulled the cover off the bottle, took a small taste, and tasted nothing but water and drank it. He would just have to hope for the best.
SSS
At some point he had drifted off to sleep. He woke up when he thought he heard something.
"Sam Winchester." A voice came from what was probably the ceiling.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Sam asked.
"Stand up."
"No," Sam said. Kidnapping 101. Never make anything easy for them.
"AARGH!" he yelled as a shot of electricity flew through his ankle. Great, his shackle was electrified.
"Stand up. That was a low setting."
Sam reluctantly stood up.
"Turn towards the red light."
Must be a camera, Sam thought, as he turned to the right. What is going on here.
"Put your hands up."
OK, this was just getting weird.
With no warning, Sam was hit with a voltage much higher than the first time. He fell to the ground and lost consciousness. His last thought was "what the hell is going on?"