It was dark and quiet. Well, not that quiet. The only sound was the wind outside and his own breathing. Sam looked around. He was in this large dark room in what he thought was either a mansion or some old castle. Either way, he didn't know how he ended up there. The last thing he remembered was Lucifer's laughter and Dean's worried yells. Then darkness.

He got up from where he had woken up on the floor and took stock of the room. There were two large windows that let in moon light, but it wasn't bright enough to let him see the room entirely. He could make out a closet near him and a book shelf on his other side. He turned and found a desk. The rest of the room was spotty in darkness, some of the moon light shined on the floor, but it wasn't enough to see what else was in there, hiding and waiting for him to find it. He was a hunter. He didn't need to worry, he had his-

...he had no gun? Or holy water. No knife. Nothing. He franticly checked his pockets. The only thing he had was lent and an old Taco Bell receipt from god knows when. He crumpled the old receipt and threw it into the darkness. He was in some creepy old place, with no weapon. Lucifer brought him here, so he knew that he needed something to defend himself. Or to keep things away. It was common sense. But he didn't have anything. At all. He went to the closet to his left first. Even if this was one of Lucifer's hallucinations, there had to be something. He would give him just a small change. He squinted as he looked inside. There was something. He cautiously picked it up and brought it closer to the light.

Salt. It was salt! He let out a sigh of relief. Maybe that would help out. He put it in his pocket as he went to the desk next. Just scattered papers. He picked up one and started to look over it. It was some type of journal entry talking about someone named Alexander. Maybe this would hold some information, but he didn't have long to look it over before he heard something. He turned around quickly, hiding in the dark corner, watching what was going on. He didn't hear anything. Nothing. He peered into the darkness, hoping he could make out a shape, or that the light from the windows would brighten or do something, anything to help him see what was going on.

Nothing. Just the wind. He hoped. He shook his head and went back to the desk. He glanced over the papers again, keeping an ear out for anything Lucifer could be hiding for him. He wouldn't be surprised at what the damned angel would put him through. Once Lucifer had made him see unicorns fighting off zombies in his dreams. The bastard had started messing with his laptop, found out about My Little Pony and The Walking Dead. Just to piss him off.

Great...that meant anything imaginable could be running around here.

As he looked through the papers he found out it belonged to this guy named Alexander who had many odd guests. He also found that some guy named Daniel had written the entries. Cave ins? The place was falling apart. He looked around. He could see it. Part of the wall had fallen into itself and one of the windows was broken.

...maybe he could climb out?

He looked the window up and down. No way. The window was too fucking high up. He cursed under his breath. He went through the drawers. First one had nothing. As did the second one. But the third, it had a lone battery. Might be useful for something. It should have a little more juice in it. He put it in his pocket and went to the book shelf next. Nothing except books. He was sure that maybe at least one of them held information about what was going on, like the papers, but he didn't want to stand here and skim through them all. He wanted to get out of the room. The wind blowing outside was coming in through the broken window and making the large room cold.

He started at the darkness before he took a deep breath and started across the room, remembering the noise he had heard earlier. He grabbed the salt out of his pocket, holding it close. Just in case.

He looked around, trying to peer at things as he made his way across the large room to the door that was going into focus. Just more bookshelves. It was a study of some sort he concluded. It hadn't been used in a while either. The rug he walked on was grainy and the threads were coming loose and he was sure the weather coming in from the broken window that was now far behind him probably damaged a lot of the things. He thought he caught sight of a painting, but didn't want to venture too close to it. Only god knew how booby trapped this place was.

Damn Lucifer.

He made it to the door and let out a sigh of relief. Good. Nothing had come after him. So far. He was impressed. He was sure Lucifer would of had something in store for him.

Or maybe this was his plan all along. Get Sam comfortable before he brought out the kraken. He glared at nothing in particular as he opened the door.

"BLARGH!"

Sam closed the door slowly. What...the fuck was that? That wasn't a demon. What the fuck made that noise? He ran through things in his head. Zombies? No, they could communicate pretty well actually. Weird...

He had salt and a battery. Whatever it was, he probably couldn't do too much to them. Maybe if he just ran past them? Sometimes you just had to run for your life. He didn't know where to run, but anywhere would be better then staying in this room wondering what was on the other side.

Just to be safe, he poured some of the salt in front of the door. Just a pre caution.

Once that was that he pushed the door open again, slowly. Again he heard the odd yell and it was closer this time. He peeked around the corner and was immediately face to face...or rather face to mouth with this...thing. It was humanoid, but severally mutilated. A side of it's jaw had been severed and his mouth hung open and looked stretched out. His eyes were bulging out. Where the fuck did Lucifer come up with this thing? The thing swiped at him and he jumped back, still in the room. The thing followed him to as far as the door way. It swiped but couldn't come any closer. It looked down in fustration. It couldn't get past the salt. If Sam felt safe enough to dance, he might have. The thing couldn't get close to him in here. Thank god Lucifer was decent enough to give him salt. He was safe.

The thing stood there, glaring, trying to swipe at him every once in awhile. Of course it missed. It wasn't that intelligent. He looked around. Now, what to do? The...thing...was blocking his way. At least he knew salt worked. That might come in handy. He moved back into the shadows a bit, the farther he was from the thing, the better he felt.

As he thought about how to get past the creature, it seemed to lose interest in him, slowly walking away from the room, going about its way in the other room. Sam stayed where he was for several minutes, waiting to see if it would come back to check on him.

Nothing. He heard the occasional grunt or groan but it was off in the distance, away from him. He got up out of the shadows and inched closer to the door. The large room was a bit foggy in the distance, but brighter then the one he had been in. He couldn't see anyone or...thing, so that was good. He cautiously stepped over the salt line.

He was glad about the light in the room. Things were easier to see. Easier to spot that thing from earlier.

There was a table in the middle of the room, split in half, a chair sitting perfectly still and in great condition next to it. There were a few paintings on the walls. Normally he would take a look at them, but given the circumstances that there was something wandering around trying to eat him? Maim him? Kill him, sounded better. Something trying to kill him, he didn't have the time for it. He started in the direction opposite where the grunts and groans were echoing from.

It was like a room for entertaining. Large and spacious, not too much furniture in it. Like the other room there were a few book shelves and he took the time to look them over quickly and quietly. He found some more salt along with two more batteries. He hoped he came across something that he could use the batteries for (say a flashlight, that would be quite helpful in this situation) because they just happened to be placed around. Sam knew there had to be a reason for them. Lucifer was evil, but he wouldn't just leave batteries lying around like this unless there was something they were needed for. He had something planned.

And that thought scared him.

As he walked he kept an ear and eye out. He didn't want to run into that monster from earlier. Not until he had a way to kill it.

He went out of the room to a hallway. The hall split in both directions, so he took a left and walked to find a small bedroom. He checked the closet, the dresser and an old toy chest. Same as the last room he had been, he found some more salt and a battery.

He heard a groan and stiffened, calmly trying to pin point which direction he had heard it from. He stood still for quite some time, waiting and listening. After not hearing anything he got decided to leave.

As he started to walk out of the room he catches something red growing on the wall. He turned to look at it, but nothing was there. With a deep breath to calm his hyper active hunter mind, he walked down the halls to the other area.

It was an old fashion door, like what you imagined for a dungeon.

"I have a bad feeling about this…",Sam took a breath before he opened the door quietly, poking his head inside.