Sam blinks and instantly goes into investigative mode as soon as his head clears enough. He clocks the empty room, the weird sparks and oddly enough the scents of more people. His nose twitches without him being very aware of it as he tries to figure out the path the scents took.
He also looks up and grabs one of the pieces of paper reading it over as quickly as he can. "Looks like I'm in the weeds again dammit," he grumbles darkly as he continues to look around and try to figure out what is going on.
Start Up
Sam bounced the keys in his hand as he traveled down the Convoy looking for the right vehicle. He stopped in front of a battered look black pick up truck and nodded to himself. For now he tucked the keys in his pocket and started looking for the parts he needed to fix enough of it.
He brushes past someone as he reaches for some parts and smiles. "Sorry....do you need any help?"
Storm Warning
The air smelled electric and not in a good way. That and the silence are all Sam is aware of before his pickup is buffered and he has to yank the wheel to keep on the road and keep from hitting anyone else. "SHIT," he curses before he feels the truck stop and toss him onto the road.
He grabs the rifle he managed to snag back at the station and makes sure it's loaded as the birds and other creatures descend on him. "Bring it on creepy crawlies....must be Tuesday."
Sam Winchester | Supernatural | Lycan
Sam blinks and instantly goes into investigative mode as soon as his head clears enough. He clocks the empty room, the weird sparks and oddly enough the scents of more people. His nose twitches without him being very aware of it as he tries to figure out the path the scents took.
He also looks up and grabs one of the pieces of paper reading it over as quickly as he can. "Looks like I'm in the weeds again dammit," he grumbles darkly as he continues to look around and try to figure out what is going on.
Start Up
Sam bounced the keys in his hand as he traveled down the Convoy looking for the right vehicle. He stopped in front of a battered look black pick up truck and nodded to himself. For now he tucked the keys in his pocket and started looking for the parts he needed to fix enough of it.
He brushes past someone as he reaches for some parts and smiles. "Sorry....do you need any help?"
Storm Warning
The air smelled electric and not in a good way. That and the silence are all Sam is aware of before his pickup is buffered and he has to yank the wheel to keep on the road and keep from hitting anyone else. "SHIT," he curses before he feels the truck stop and toss him onto the road.
He grabs the rifle he managed to snag back at the station and makes sure it's loaded as the birds and other creatures descend on him. "Bring it on creepy crawlies....must be Tuesday."