There had to be a way out of here, there had to be that one opening.
Sam let her fingers trail over the wall, trying to get every single last inch. She was never more thankful for her height that let her do the same to the ceiling and then on the floor as well.
She could hear Dean behind her, cooking something for them. He was humming along with the music playing on the laptop and even though he'd deny it his hips were moving in time with it as well.
Her fingers snagged on something on the table and she stared at it, not letting go. She curled her fingers around it and pulled as Dean placed plates on the table.
"Alright, one girly vegetable burger for you." Dean said, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder before sitting down at the table. "One manly burger for me. Enjoy."
"Thanks Dean." she said automatically, staring at the cable in her hands. She reached out for her burger and took a bite, placing it back down.
She held onto the cable and slowly stood up, not letting go. Dean stayed at the table, talking about something. She followed the cable, holding onto it tightly and walked, following it out of the kitchen and into the hallway to another door.
Reaching out she opened the door slowly, moving to peek outside. She saw a flash of white light and-
There had to be a way out of here, there had to be that one opening.
Sam let her fingers trail over the wall, trying to get every single last inch. She was never more thankful for her height that let her do the same to the ceiling and then on the floor as well.
She could hear Dean behind her, cooking something for them. He was humming along with the music playing on the laptop and even though he'd deny it his hips were moving in time with it as well.
Her fingers snagged on something on the table and she stared at it, not letting go. She curled her fingers around it and pulled as Dean placed plates on the table.
"Alright, one girly vegetable burger for you." Dean said, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder before sitting down at the table. "One manly burger for me. Enjoy."
"Thanks Dean." she said automatically, staring at the cable in her hands. She reached out for her burger and took a bite, placing it back down.
She held onto the cable and slowly stood up, not letting go. Dean stayed at the table, talking about something. She followed the cable, holding onto it tightly and walked, following it out of the kitchen and into the hallway to another door.
Reaching out she opened the door slowly, moving to peek outside. She saw a flash of white light and-
Sam opened her eyes, rubbing at them and looking down at the bowl of popcorn on her lap and slowly ate a few pieces. Beside her on the bed Dean was clicking through their Netflix selection making faces.
"Over three hundred channels, Netflix, and HBO and nothing to watch." he complained as Sam put the bowl of popcorn down between them and got off of the bed.
"You're just going to have to lower your standards and try again." Sam told him as she started to look around the room, peering under the bed. "I'm sure it's not the first time you've heard that."
"Too low Samantha." Dean protested, she could hear him munch on some popcorn. "Wanna rewatch Game of Thrones?"
"No, I've had enough of it, I don't want to watch more violence." Sam said despite knowing that that wasn't what she actually said. Case in point, Dean turned Game of Thrones on and the theme song filled the room.
There, curled around her desk let, pushed down into the carpet, she found the cable and grabbed at it. Following it out of her room and back out the hallway, back in front of the door.
Reaching out she opened the door slowly, moving to peek outside. She saw a flash of white light and-
Sam opened her eyes, rubbing at them and looking down at the bowl of popcorn on her lap and slowly ate a few pieces. Beside her on the bed Dean was clicking through their Netflix selection making faces.
"Over three hundred channels, Netflix, and HBO and nothing to watch." he complained as Sam put the bowl of popcorn down between them and got off of the bed.
"You're just going to have to lower your standards and try again." Sam told him as she started to look around the room, peering under the bed. "I'm sure it's not the first time you've heard that."
"Too low Samantha." Dean protested, she could hear him munch on some popcorn. "Wanna rewatch Game of Thrones?"
"No, I've had enough of it, I don't want to watch more violence." Sam said despite knowing that that wasn't what she actually said. Case in point, Dean turned Game of Thrones on and the theme song filled the room.
There, curled around her desk let, pushed down into the carpet, she found the cable and grabbed at it. Following it out of her room and back out the hallway, back in front of the door.
Reaching out she opened the door slowly, moving to peek outside. She saw a flash of white light and-
Sam stared up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. There was a nagging in her head and she slowly sat up, her arm curling around her stomach. She looked down at it, rubbing at her flat stomach. For a moment she had thought that...there had been something there. Something like…
Like a baby.
She breathed out slowly and got out of the bed, rubbing at her eyes as she walked down the hallway towards the kitchen. To no surprise she saw the light was on and when she came in and saw Dean sitting at the table, eating directly from a carton of ice cream, with a surprisingly guilty and surprised look on his face.
Sam raised an eyebrow at him but grabbed a spoon from the drawer and joined him at the table. He pushed the carton to her and she immediately got a spoonful of mint ice cream.
"Can't sleep?" Dean asked her once the both of them had a feel spoonfuls each. "Nightmares?"
"Something like that." Sam said softly around her spoon. She licked her lips and dipped it in again. "You?"
"Something like that." Dean repeated, eyes far away for a moment. He slid his spoon along the edge of the carton. "Figured this was better for my liver than drinking."
"Dean Winchester are you growing up?" Sam asked, a teasing tone to her voice. "Making grown up choices and everything?"
"Shut up." Dean said, shoving at her shoulder slightly. "I just wanted ice cream, that's it."
Sam smiled at him and just got another spoonful, letting her teeth clank against the metal as she slowly licked at it.
Sighing Sam got up to wash her spoon, her eyes going to the counter and seeing a small cable there. She reached out and grabbed it, following it as fast as she could.
She reached the door and grabbed at the doorknob, trying to rush through it, trying to get out. She saw a flash of white light and-
Sam opened her eyes, rubbing at them and looking down at the bowl of popcorn on her lap and slowly ate a few pieces. Beside her on the bed Dean was clicking through their Netflix selection making faces.
"Over three hundred channels, Netflix, and HBO and nothing to watch." he complained as Sam put the bowl of popcorn down between them and got off of the bed.
"You're just going to have to lower your standards and try again." Sam told him as she started to look around the room, peering under the bed. "I'm sure it's not the first time you've heard that."
"Too low Samantha." Dean protested, she could hear him munch on some popcorn. "Wanna rewatch Game of Thrones?"
"No, I've had enough of it, I don't want to watch more violence." Sam said despite knowing that that wasn't what she actually said. Case in point, Dean turned Game of Thrones on and the theme song filled the room.
There, curled around her desk let, pushed down into the carpet, she found the cable and grabbed at it.
But stopped when she stared at the cable once more, sitting in her palm. She then gripped it tightly and pulled hard, curling it around her hand. She followed it to the door and just stared at the door for a moment.
She looked back down at the cable in her hand, gripping it tightly and feeling it cut into her palm, slicing enough that a few drops of blood stained it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
She felt a pulse in the cable and opened her eyes again, looking down and watching a golden glow surrounding it. It curled around her hand as well, dipping into the small cut on her palm and healing it.
Taking a deep breath she held onto the cable as tightly as she could and opened the door. She stepped through the doorway, feeling a pulse in her hand and blinked, staring down a white hallway with countless doors.
She glanced back at the door she had just left and saw a plate with her name on it. Swallowing hard she slowly started to walk, trying to find a way out.
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