Sam woke up at 5:30, just like he did everyday. Castiel was snoring softly in the bed across from him. Sam sat up rubbing his eyes as if there was morning light pouring through the windows. 'Need coffee' his brain thought. Sam swung his legs off the side of the bed, leaning foreword to grab his socks, pulling them on slowly, doing the same with his shirt. He stood up, grabbing his laptop and walked to the end of the bed. Sitting down, he sat his laptop down next to him and put on his shoes. He yawned and stretched before finally standing up and grabbing his laptop and jacket that he had put on a chair as he walked in the night he arrived, and headed out the door.
Sam had already ordered his coffee at Starbucks, (Starbucks. Hehe.) he sat at an empty table, laptop opened, searching through the daily news for any other Wendigo attacks. Thankfully, there were none, yet. br /Receiving his coffee, Sam took a cautious sip, expecting it to be hot. It was warm, but still too hot to drink it quickly. There was a familiar taste to the coffee, yet he couldn't quite point it out. He continued to drink it, the warm liquid traveling down his throat, making him want to drink more, and faster. It was soon gone, and he closed his laptop. It was awhile before he noticed it. Sam felt drowsier and then he realized what he had been tasting. He'd been drugged. The best thing for him to do at the time was to call Castiel, but his brain couldn't process anything very quickly, much less than figuring out which pocket he left his phone in. He blinked several times, trying desperately to clear the fog in his mind. He was too late to call Cas, but he did his best to stay awake for as long as he could. It was barely a few minutes before his body gave out on him, and he slumped foreword, falling asleep.
I awoke at 6:45, I glanced at Sams bed, which was very messed up, blanket and sheet wise. His laptop and clothing from yesterday was gone, same with his jacket. He obviously left for food, and coffee. I sat up, after experiencing what it was like to be human, I agreed that sleeping was a nice thing. It wasn't an easy thing to do, but I managed. I rolled over back onto my stomach, intending to fall back asleep when this feeling hit me. It felt like... I was being watched. I carefully and slowly looked over my shoulder, scanning the entire room, there wasn't any sign that there had been anyone there, other than Sam. I closed my eyes, relaxing, and pressing my face into the soft, unfamiliar smell of the motels old pillows. I yawned, suddenly feeling a cramp like pain in my neck. Which was weird. I was an angel, I didn't feel pain. I later realized that it was essentially a cramp, from a drug that was being injected into me. There wasn't anything like being drugged and dragged away by somebody you didn't know.
Hai. So yeah. Feedback. Please and thank you. And sorry about the little Starbucks se/strongstrongx/strongstrong scene./strongstrong That wasn't supposed to happen. But it did.
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