The sharp smell of antiseptic hung thickly in the white-walled passage. Sam, May, and Dean had closed the door to the small examination room with the comatose bodies and all of the blood behind them. One of the bodies was that of a dark-skinned young woman who, if she hadn't looked like hell, would have been pretty. Based on the descriptions of the kidnapped women, the young woman was most likely Ami. The same Ami that Scott insisted was in the other direction.
"This is a whole new kind of creepy," Dean muttered softly.
The three crept down the hall, stopping before they reached the corner it turned to the left. Holding his .45 ready, Sam peeked around the corner.
The gorgeous -- if blood-encrusted -- blonde who slapped one hand on his chest was the last thing he'd expected.
Sam's cry caught in his throat. Then he couldn't feel his throat, or anything else for that matter. The woman's blue eyes locked with his. "Wakey, wakey. Time to watch our asses and scream really loud if the bad guys come."
Darkness fell abruptly as a hand clamped over his mouth. Another pinned his shoulder to the ground. "Yo, Sammy, chill. It's Faith. You're only s'posed to scream if the bad guys find us. Or if we're takin' a tumble." She leered the last.
Sam recognized Faith and the surrounding night-dark jungle. He was gasping, and his head hurt again. He nodded in acknowledgement of Faith's words. She eyed him skeptically. "You alright for watch?"
Sam sat up, rubbing his temples. "Yeah. Gimme a minute. Nightmare." (Or another goddamned vision,) he added silently.
By the time he'd gulped down a bottle of water and armed himself, Sam's headache had faded to a dull ache. He nodded at Faith. "Okay. Get some rest." He paced to the perimeter, resolving to tell Dean about the possible premonition in the morning.
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[Sam] Taking a Turn (tag Faith [optional], open)
Date: 2006-08-11 02:42 pm (UTC)"This is a whole new kind of creepy," Dean muttered softly.
The three crept down the hall, stopping before they reached the corner it turned to the left. Holding his .45 ready, Sam peeked around the corner.
The gorgeous -- if blood-encrusted -- blonde who slapped one hand on his chest was the last thing he'd expected.
Sam's cry caught in his throat. Then he couldn't feel his throat, or anything else for that matter. The woman's blue eyes locked with his. "Wakey, wakey. Time to watch our asses and scream really loud if the bad guys come."
Darkness fell abruptly as a hand clamped over his mouth. Another pinned his shoulder to the ground. "Yo, Sammy, chill. It's Faith. You're only s'posed to scream if the bad guys find us. Or if we're takin' a tumble." She leered the last.
Sam recognized Faith and the surrounding night-dark jungle. He was gasping, and his head hurt again. He nodded in acknowledgement of Faith's words. She eyed him skeptically. "You alright for watch?"
Sam sat up, rubbing his temples. "Yeah. Gimme a minute. Nightmare." (Or another goddamned vision,) he added silently.
By the time he'd gulped down a bottle of water and armed himself, Sam's headache had faded to a dull ache. He nodded at Faith. "Okay. Get some rest." He paced to the perimeter, resolving to tell Dean about the possible premonition in the morning.