Sam never meant for Dean to know but like all his secrets this one was doomed to be revealed one day, now he just wished that day hadn't been today and definitely not like this.
It'd been a bad hunt. They'd been too late. Sure they got the rugaru in the end but not before too many had died.
They'd finished up. Burned whatever remains was left of the poor souls who'd been unfortunate enough to cross part with a world they hadn't known about until it had been to late.
The drive back to the motel had been silent, neither brother in the mood for talk. Back at the motel parking lot Dean barely waited for Sam to get out of the car before he'd set Baby in reverse and driven off. Leaving his confused little brother.
Shaking his head Sam had entered their room. That was the last thing he could remember from before his world had turned black.
The back of his head felt like it'd been punched in with a freaking metal bat. He later would learn that had been exactly what had happened. Head hurting like hell and Sam had been to Hell so he should know and sight blurry he wasn't exactly sure what was going on. As was his second nature, he called out for Dean. Something that probably came out more of a groan than an actual word. No reply however could be heard from his brother, no 'Sammy', no touch, nothing. It was then the alarm bells started ringing in Sam's head. Realization hit that no matter what this was and no matter what was going on he was not the one in control and neither did it seem was his brother. That knowledge was enough to send adrenaline spiking through his veins as he mentally went through what few facts he knew.
1. Dean was not here.
2. He had last seen Dean driving off the Impala after dropping him of in the motel parking lot.
3. His head hurt.
4. His eyesight was still too blurry to let him know where he was now.
5. There was the familiar smell of overused carpet and terrible scented cleaning supplies. So a motel. Probably their motel room, too. Accessibility and all.
So new list.
What did he know?
1. Dean wasn't here.
2. He himself was in their motel room. Hopefully.
3. His head hurt.
4. Eyesight blurry. Head injury maybe?
That was about as far as he got before a boot to his ribs tore his attention back into the room. The room he now realized had been taken over by six other people.
People he knew.
Hunters.
He tried to sit up but found he couldn't get his hands under him so he could push up. The same hands that was currently restrained behind his back with handcuffs.
It was a giant check off to that head injury then.
"He awake?" It was a lady's voice. Sam knew her. More by passing than anything. She used to stop by the Roadhouse before it burned. What was it Ellen used to call her? Sandra? Susan? No Erica, the lady's name was Erica.
Another kick to his rib tore a groan from him.
"I'll take that as a yes." Came a mumble from somewhere in the room.
A hand wrapped itself into his hair and he was dragged to his knees.
Looking around he found three people he knew personally, one "friend" of his father and two hunters he only knew in passing.
Locating his fathers "friend", Sam locked eyes with him. For just a second Fraiser seemed to flinch before something changed and his eyes grew cold. When Sam spoke, voice raspy and raw, it was directed at Fraiser.
"What's going on?"
"Shut up."
A slap to the cheek forced Sam's face to the side.
"Hey, no reason to get mean." Erica intervened, before she stepped closer, bending down to look Sam in the eyes. "Heya Sammy. You see we've got some plans that involves you."
And then she pulled it from her pocket. A little glas vial with dark red content.
Sam swallowed hard. No doubt in his mind what was about to happen.