Sam awoke in a wooden box. Obviously he didn't know where he was or how he got there.
"help!"Sam tried to cry out but his voice wouldn't work. Sam started banging on the sides of the box.
"hello?"
then he had an idea. but a really terrible idea. In his head, Sam counted to three. one...two...THREE!
with all his strength, Sam pushed up on the top of the box. he held his breath as mounds of dirt fell on top of him.
Sam gasped for air as he broke the surface. he manged to pull himself up out of the ground and stood up.
great. he thought just great. I'm in the middle of nowhere. well, better start walking. and Sam trudged off.
a little while later, Sam walked in to a small town. there where people walking around the market: parents with kids,
grandparents, friends quite a few people. Sam was walking and accidentally bumped in to a woman with an armful of things.
well obviously you know what happens. the woman drops her things all over the ground.
"oh my god, i'm so sorry miss!" Sam said bending over to help her.
"oh, its fine "the woman said "thank you for helping me pick my things up"she said as Sam picked up the last thing.
welcome. he said. "um, i was wondering, what town is this?"
"uh, last i heard we are in Dawson creek" she said " why? are you lost?"
"no" Sam said as he started to remember the case him and Dan had did here when they had just started hunting together.
"just the opposite!hey, have you heard of a guy named Dean Winchester?"
"um... not that i know of. if you give me a description of him maybe?"
"OK, about 6'3, wheres allot of plaid, wears an amulet, short sort of spiky hair?
"no, sorry. but do you know what he drives?"
" an impala 67?"
"ohhh! that guy. i know him. he helped me!"
"he did!when?"
"about a week ago. there was a murder just outside my house. the cops where suspicious about me. thought i was the killer.
but he helped me get out of the situation. asked me some questions cause he said he was from the FBI and told the other police officers i wasn't guilty. then one night i heard voices in my house, so i followed them in to the kitchen
and saw a person with pure black eyes. so i ran. i ran out of my house and in to the streets. i was yelling for help and dean just
so happened to be there, so i told him what happened and he got the person out of my house. the next day he was gone. no
one in town knew where he was. its like he just vanished. i wanted ti say thank you but i never got the chance."
"wait, so your saying he just... ran off and didn't wait to be thanked?!"
"yeah"
"well thanks,...uh, whats your name?"
"Elizabeth, but people call me Liz"
"well thanks, Liz" Sam started to walk away when Liz called to him.
"wait! i don't even know your name! what if i need to see you again?!"
Sam turned around and smiled.
" my name is Sam Winchester"