Chapter 3

Sam

Awakening on a cold hard surface, Sam found himself staring at a ceiling enlaced with patterns of gold dragons. It gave him no clue as to where he was, the last he remembered was being in the hunters apartment in New York. Rolling to his left his eyes came into contact with a wooden post. It too was enlaced with patterns within the wood work. Impressed by the carved work of the wood he tried to get a better look at his surrounding but found it was hard to look around from his position on the floor. Gathering his energy he rose to his feet, aching from his toes to his head that was giving a dull thump every so often. Shaking his head lightly, Sam gave more attention to the room rather than his aches.

To the left of Sam was a large four post canopy bed, the patterns were lions and vines entwined with one another. Laughing at the resemblance the lion had to the Lannister lion he moved around the room. All the walls were not smooth like that of modern day walls, instead he was able to see the lines were the large sand blocks ended. Sam liked the yellowing colour of the room and then noticed it shifted every so often. Turning around he saw the large marble fire place at the opposite side of the room. Moving slowly to its warmth, Sam began to wonder where he truly was.

A creaking noise at the door made him hide behind the mantles curves. Searching for his dagger he came up empty. Sighing as silently as possible he reached to the iron poker at the edge of the fire place before sulking back in to the shadows.

Over the crackling of the fire he could hear the sound of a woman's voice dismissing someone at the door. "Deal with it…" She sound exasperated. "I am your Queen and you will do as I bid you…" The male she was dismissing was almost audible but some couldn't make out the words but he was able to tell it was a man of great age and illness.

Sam heard the door click shut, seeing the outline of a slim woman walking over to a balcony area, he began to panic. The only way out was through the door yet if he opened it he was sure she would hear him.

"I hear you assassin." She chuckled slightly, which made Sam grip the iron poker more tightly. "Come out of the shadows and let me see your face. I want to know who my brother has sent." She had moved to the fire place now but Sam did not move from his position, instead he moved further back. "As your Queen I command you."

Confused and disorientated, Sam question the blond haired beauty. "Where am I?"

It seemed Sam's question had taken the woman by surprise. "How can you not know? You're in the Red Keep, a place where you should not be, assassin." She addressed him as the assassin again.

Grunting in defeat he stepped forward before actually listening to her words. He was in the Red Keep… The last he knew he was in New York, not the mythical lands of Westeros.

"I'm in Westeros?" Sam asked the slender woman in front of him.

Frowning at his disrespect she nodded. "What kind of assassin are you?"

"I'm not an assassin." Sam rubbed the bridge of his nose and then stared intently at the woman, he had to find out which character she was.

Judging by the Lannister red and the fact she addressed herself as the Queen he saw before him, Cersei Lannister. Gazing in to her emerald eyes he saw her shiver slightly. He moved his gaze around her unreasonably fare skin. Her skin was pale but her hair was that of a golden field of wheat. Sam felt a sigh escape his lips before he realised he wasn't just gazing but he was ogling, which probably made her feel uncomfortable. Rubbing a saw spot on his neck, Sam attempted to charms his way out of the predicament he was in.

"Ermm… I'm sorry your grace. I am not an assassin just a man who is looking for his brother." He gave Cersei a crooked smile before noticing how her eyes had gone from warmth of fierceness to an ice cold glare.

"So is half the kingdom, what makes you different enough to break in to the Queen's chambers." Her words put Sam in a place he didn't want to be, on her bad side. After watching the game of thrones series and reading most of the books he knew not to get on the wrong side of Cersei Lannister because she's torture you then kill you.

Gulping, Sam tried a different approach. "Queen Cersei," He addressed her. "I did not mean to offend you but I do not know how I go here." Sam gave another crooked smile and saw something soften in her before it hardened again.

"You are in my chambers, somehow you passed my guards and the guards of the kings guard." Pursing her lips she shouted over her shoulder. "Guards!"

There was a clanking of metal before the door rushed open, revealing two guards dressed in white armour. Running to Cersei they drew their swords, pointing them at Sam.

"Take him down to the dungeons for further questioning." At her commands they were able to disarm Sam and hold him in place before Cersei. "I want to know you true intentions. What is your name assassin?"

Attempting to free himself from the knights he spoke in anger. "I am not an assassin! My name is Sam Winchester!" He found an opening between the guards and went for the opportunity. Throwing one knight on to his back he was able to grab his sword. "I won't hurt any of you I just want to find my brother."

Charging, the other knight rushed at him and their swords clashed. In a dance of metal ringing they fought around the room as the knight on the floor wrestle with his armour to get back up. Out of the corner of his eye Sam saw Cersei retrieve a dagger from the desk. Throwing down his sword Sam got to his knees just as the sword of his opponent slashed over his head. A few seconds later and the sword could have been in his ribs.

Bowing his head he spoke to Cersei in the most respectful tone he could. "Queen Cersei, I mean no harm!" His voice showed the desperation he felt growing within him. He needed to find Dean so he could find out what was happening. "Me and my brother are not from your realm."

A light laugh sounded next to his ear before his head was jerked upwards. Cersei was staring down at him, holding his hair in her small hands. Something about it seemed erotic to Sam. "Where are you from Sam?" She sounded as though she was testing his name in her mouth.

"I am from a place called America. You don't know of the place but I know of Westeros. I know what is happening within your war."

Cersei threw Sam's head back down. "Sam from America, a world that does not exist here, yet you look like a westrosi." He could feel her warm gaze gliding over his features. "You're rather tall for our kind."

Smirking at the floor, he gave his retort. "I get that quite a lot, they call me a giant sometimes or moose." Sam remembered the name Crowely. "This may seem strange to you my Grace but I'm not here to hurt you."

"Everyone is here to hurt me." There was a hurt tone to her anger but if you weren't paying attention it would seem she was being angry with the statement. "Stand, commoner."

"Thank you my Grace." Rising to his feet Sam picked up the sword and handed it back to the first knight he had beaten.

"You're no knight but you fight better than one, this brings me to think you are an assassin Sam." She was behind him now, continuing to study his structure. "Take him to a chamber within Maegor's Holdfast. I want him kept close but my brother must never hear of this." She game a look of secrecy to the knights, Sam saw her over his shoulder. "Get him garbed to have supper with me tonight. I will interrogate him in a nice fashion compared to most of the other assassins." She was talking to the knights so Sam thought not to bother her but when she turned Sam to face her, he gave a startled noise. "Don't make me regret my mercy Sam, I don't show it to others." He knew her words were true.

Bowing he spoke to the floor rather than Cersei. "I will not forget my Queen's mercy."

He was escorted out of the Queen's chambers and down the stairs to another chamber. It was small in comparison to the Queen's but he was happy that he wasn't spending the night in the dungeons. Heading to the small balcony he looked out to the city of kings Landing. How he had arrived there he did not know, he only worried about his next move. Dean was not there to help him battle his way through this so it looked like he had to do it on his own. Smiling at the impression he left on the Queen he wondered why she was acting different to the way she was to others. She suspected strongly that he was an assassin who he could have been but he wasn't. He was just a lost man in a realm that a writer had created…