Sam Wincester took in a deep breath as he slowly woke up from his stupor. He was tucked into a bed, but he easily pushed the covers off of him. He wore what he was wearing when he had been driving with Dean in the Impala, but he felt extremely stiff. He reached into his pocket for a knife, but his pockets were empty. In fact, he was missing all of his possessions. How could he have been captured so easily with Dean?
Where was Dean?
He looked at the ceiling and bit his lip. "You better be with Dean already, Castiel," Sam whispered under his breath, slowly rising out of his bed. The room looked like a hotel; with a bathroom next to a door that Sam assumed went out to a hallway. He looked for a handle on it, but there was none to be found. He sighed; knowing that going out the front door would have been all too easy.
Behind him the window lit up, shining like a television on a pale pink screen. There was a brief moment of static before a woman showed up, her lipstick matching her eyes – white as snow. She pushed a black braid out of her eyes – so she wasn't blind? – and she seemed to stare directly at Sam. The hunter clenched his teeth, staring at who he assumed was his kidnapper.
"Hello Sam!" the woman yelled out in a cheery voice, and Sam winced slightly. Her face was stretched into a smile that made Sam uneasy. "My name is Irien Lerone, and I would like to welcome you to the Capitol on behalf of Parallel Incorporated!"
Sam furrowed his brow and bit his lip. He wanted to speak, but his throat seemed clamped. He housed Lucifer, but he was scared of this lady on a screen? "You seem a bit flustered," she continued, "so I'll leave you alone for a little bit. In the bathroom you can freshen up, and there are new clothes that we think you'll enjoy in the closet! In about an hour, I'll come and get you for dinner. I hope you enjoy your stay!"