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Who: Sam and Dean Winchester and YOU
What: Joint Winchester Nightmare
When: Anytime during the plot shenanigans.
Where: Paradisa.
Rating: PG-TBD—probably PG-13 to light R depending
Notes: Specify in the subject line whether you want to start with Sam or Dean, and we will oblige.
Warnings: Potential Violence and Torture, Definite evil!Sam.

When you wake up in the castle, the only thing that’s distinctly different is the darkness and the silence. Otherwise, everything as you know it is the same. Your room, your belongings, everything is just as you left it when you left the morning before. It may not be where you’ve fallen asleep in the castle, but it’s the most familiar place you know, and that’s what matters.

The one thing that you can’t find is your journal. That’s why it’s so odd that the castle is so silent—no one is talking up at you from points unknown, no one is trying to keeping you informed, warning you about anything going wrong. All there is, is silence. Complete, uncomfortable, dead silence and every instinct you has tells you that you should probably stay put.

Then again, this wouldn’t be much of a nightmare if you did.

Should you choose to venture out of your room, you’ll find the hallways of Paradisa, completely deserted and desolate. It’s almost as though everyone just vanished overnight, with no sign of where they went. If you happen to find a light switch to try and turn it on, it won’t work. The lights may flicker and glow for a moment, but that light will die not long after you flip the switch. Pictures are cracked and broken, paintings are torn, and it’s almost as though a great battle has taken place here but no sign of the people who fought it. If your nose is sharp enough, you may pick up the soft coppery scent of blood. Follow the blood, if you wish, but you may not like what you find.

If you wander long enough, eventually you’ll run into someone. There are two possibilities, both brothers, but it’s unclear if they’re really themselves at the moment. If you’ve known them long enough, odds are you might be able to tell what’s going on, but that could go either way. One of them is very, very good at pretending, and this is his playground you’re in. Play by the rules and maybe you’ll get out alive. Get lucky, and you might find his brother for back up before he finds you.

And if you choose to stay in your room? Don’t worry. He’ll find you soon.

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She wakes up with a start. Her hands immediately going to her face and pushing her hair out of her eyes. She swore she had just been in Hell, but that really couldn't be true. She'd just fallen asleep. That was all it had been. She breathes in deeply, taking in the air and is relieved that it's not thick and smoky.

Pushing to her feet, she moves to the bathroom in the small castle room. Maybe she'd worked too late to get back to the city. It seems wrong, somehow, but things are a bit fuzzy around the edges and she's sure it's just the remainders of that last dream that are pushing her to doubt her actions.

Glancing to the clock on the dresser she knows it's late, but she figures she might luck out and find Chase working the overnight shift in the clinic. So it's with that in mind that she exits her room and starts toward the clinic.

The castle is completely dark, but it's still possible to make out Sam. Even in the shadows he's hard to miss. He glances up at the sound of the footsteps and flashes her a smile.

"Hey, Jo."

Wondering how it got so dark, she's startled by the sound. Jo's not even sure how he managed to sneak up on her like that, considering his size and her usual awareness of her surroundings. She's blaming it on the uneven sleep she's had lately.

"Sam, do you know what's going on? I had the strangest dream." She's confused, sure, but she's just relieved to have someone else around.

"Yeah, it's really weird." He glances back down the hallway, as though he's looking for someone. "I woke up and everyone was just gone."

"Gone?" That makes her pause a bit. She realizes that it's quieter than usual, but she hadn't attributed it to everyone being gone. That actually makes her sad for a moment.

"Do you think the castle just sent them all somewhere?"

He shrugs. "Haven't really thought about it much. You're here, Dean's here ... somewhere. I'm not too worried about it."

The castle always brings everyone back in the end, and he had better things to do.

"That... isn't comforting. Even if it's just us, the castle did something to everyone else."

She glances around, trying to see if she can see anything other than Sam looming in front of her.

"C'mon, Jo. It could be fun." He's purposefully not really moving, which is probably pretty annoying. He doesn't really care. "Having the whole castle to ourselves? Who knows what we might be able to find?"

Or trouble they could get into.

She's not really going to care if he doesn't move, but she's definitely more concerned with the castle and what's going on.

Turning around, she glances down the hall, shaking her head, "In an empty castle? I'd rather figure out why we've been left behind."

Buzzkill. Come on, Jo. Go exploring with him. It's perfectly harmless ... probably.

"Then I guess we better go see if there's anyone else left."

Exhaling, she runs her hand through her hair as she turns around to face him again. "Alright."

He nods, sliding his hands into his pockets as he pushes away from the wall. "I'm not really sure what you're looking for. You know how the castle likes to keep it's secrets."

"I know, Sam." Honestly, she knew that he'd sort of put his hunting on the side, but she didn't think he wouldn't want to know what happened here. She moves along the hall, trying doorknobs, but they're all locked.

"The nameplates are still here... they have to still be around, right?"

Oh, Sam's hunting. Just not the thing Jo's thinking of. He falls into step next to her, letting his eyes roam over the doors. "Probably. The castle is usually pretty on top of that stuff."

She nods, still moving forward and trying doors. It's at that point that she realizes she doesn't have her journal.

"Do you have your journal on you? Maybe there's something in there."

There's a pause as he makes a show of patting down the pockets of his jacket. " ... No. I must have left it in my room."

Frowning, she glances around, "I'm not even sure why I was in the castle to begin with. I didn't work that late last night."

"Maybe it brought you back for some reason. It's been known to drag people back to their rooms whenever it wants in the past."

Whether they liked it or not.

"There might be someone in the Lux. Wanna go check it out?"

Something feels off and Jo's already kicking herself for not figuring it out. It's not just the castle, but the weird dream she had before this. She's pretty sure that was HB that she'd been seeing in that, but then again it's not like she knows that many giant red demons.

"Yeah... sure." Being slightly distracted, she heads toward the stairs. It's force of habit, for the most part, plus it never hurts to add activity to her day.

Being slightly distracted works in Sam's favor. He follows her to the stairs, trying to figure out if he should make his move before or after they get to the Lux. If anything, Sam's a creature of habit.

Then again, if she gets to the Lux first, she might catch on a little sooner than he'd like. Curse his need for dramatic flair.

Once they hit the bottom of the stairs, however, his hand finds the space between her shoulder blades and shoves, hard, aiming for her to collide with the nearest wall.

Her feet hit the landing and a second before she turns to face him she feels the push to her back. It hits her square between the shoulders and her center of gravity instantly feels the hit. It topples her forward, her temple landing solid against the wall. She sees a bright white spot of light before it all goes dark.

Her body falls limp to the floor, head connecting to the ground to give her another heavy thunk to the back of her skull.

That was easier than he thought.

He moves closer, two fingers pressing to her jugular to make sure that the fall didn't kill her. Once he's satisfied that she's still alive, he crouches down to sweep her off the ground and make his way towards the Lux.

When she wakes up, she at least recognizes the area she's in. It's familiar territory even if the circumstances are definitely not familiar to her. Swallowing, she tries to get up, but she's not sure if she's restrained or if there's more damage to her head than she's figured.

Things feel heavy and maybe that's the mild concussion talking, but she knows that Sam pushed her.

"Sam?"

He has her tied to one of the chairs, and he's sitting in the chair across from her. One hand comes up as he brushes her hair out of her face, while the other tilts her head up a little more rougher than he should have.

"Good. You're awake."

Her alertness increases, shaking her head as she finally lets the room come into focus. She twists away from the hand that's reaching for her head, but doesn't actually have very far to go. It had been a long time since she'd seen Sam staring at her from this angle and she swore that she'd never let it happen again.

Yet here she is. Tied up by Sam Winchester. Part of her realizes that it was Meg before, that it wasn't really Sam, but it looked like Sam and so does this.

"Yeah, I'm awake. Untie me, Sam."

He makes a face, like he's seriously considering the idea, before shaking his head.

"Sorry, Jo. Not yet. That would ruin the fun, don't you think?"

When she exhales, it's sharp and through her nostrils. Her arms flex, trying to shrug out of the ties and out of this situation. She can already feel the lack of her knife in her pocket and that's just alarming all on its own.

"I think this is the castle and you being a dick is not something you're gonna be happy with later on."

"Maybe. Maybe not. But that doesn't change that right now, it's my turn to have a little fun." He pushes up to his feet, watching her struggle for a moment, before going through the assorted items lined up on the bar.

"But don't worry. Dean's around. Somewhere. I'm sure he'll love to rush in and save the day sooner or later."

The struggle isn't something she appreciates. She hates feeling as though she can't do anything, as if she can't figure out just what to do next to get her out of the situation. It's easier to blame the castle, to think that he hasn't just woken up with a few decades on him or worse.

"Sam, you don't have to do this." Her arm shifts and she can feel the pull of muscle trying to help pull her hand free, but the ropes dig into her wrist and the discomfort is starting to wear on her.

"Why does everyone always ask that question?" He picks up a machete from bar and waves it around as he talks, like it's just an extension of his arm. "The bad guy's coming at them with the weapon and they try to reason with them."

He grabs the chair and sits there across from her, face melting into a bit of a puppy look. "It's always 'Sam, you don't have to do this.' Having to isn't really the issue. People don't do this kind of stuff because they have to. They do it because they want to. Telling them they don't have to isn't really going to make them stop."

She struggles against the ropes again, knowing it's not going to make any difference. She just doesn't want to give up so easily. The castle is twisted and corrupt and she knows this, but she's played by its rules, she's done all she can to actually find a way to stay out of its way. Now she's trapped and she isn't sure how she's going to get out of this.

"Because I know you, Sam, and this isn't what you want to do," she can feel the knot in her stomach shifting to twist into actual fear as he nears her with the blade.

"Maybe most of the time." He sighs. "Most of the time I'm a pathetic little puppy who gets yanked around by Heaven and Hell. But sometimes, the castle thinks hey. That Sam is really boring. Let's shake things up."

He smirks as he leans in closer, bracing his hands on either side of her. "Then I get to come out and make some new friends."

She leans away from him, trying to get more space between their faces.

"Sam, who else did you hurt?"

"Let's see. There was a blond named Elle, and a girl named Claire. That was before your time, though. And that was actually in the real castle. This ... " He glances around. "I'm not sure what this is yet. But who am I to complain?"

She knew Claire, maybe not this Claire he was talking about, but it still struck her as familiar as she listened to him. Her hands tried to move through the binding, trying to loosen it just so she could get a hand free to try and clock him.

It's all she needed, one hand free.

"I don't know much about complaining, but you don't seem to shut up."

"Do you really want me to?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at her. "Because once I stop talking -- that's when the fun starts."

Having not lived in her castle room for quite awhile, she's more than surprised to find herself there when she 'wakes up'. Confused, but not too surprised (after all the castle did this whenever something big happened, right?), Lana rubs at her eyes as she makes her way out of her room. Tired, but not relaxed.

The castle wouldn't have brought her back without some reason. But she's always had her journal on her before, and not being able to find it soon brings that sense of alertness right back.

Gnawing on her lower lip, she starts heading for Crowley's room. Nearly everyone else she cared about had moved into the city by now, and she doesn't know if they've been brought back, too. Besides, if anyone would have answers, it would be him.

Sam appears out of nowhere, leaning against a far wall and watching her as she passes. She's not his usual type, but for now ... she'll do.

"You look a little lost."

Lana freezes at that, because no matter how many times you hear a line like that, it's never not creepy. But she would like to give this guy the benefit of the doubt, smiling stiffly at him and turning with a wave of her hand.

"Not really. I was just going to visit a friend. But maybe you can tell me if anything's going on."

He shrugs a bit, staying where he is to look her over. "It's been pretty quiet, actually. I haven't seen a lot of people around.

She sees the way he's looking at her, and right off the bat she makes a show of tucking her hair back behind her ear, hoping that flashing the ring is an obvious enough show. Why wouldn't she misunderstand? It's usually what's going on.

"Well, maybe you should seek out a friend, too. Good luck."

Oh, the ring is very obvious, and very pretty, but definitely not what he's after.

"Sure. Maybe I'll do that."

She can't really walk away fast enough at that point, just about overwhelmed with creeper vibes.

Sam will let her walk for a while, but eventually he'll pick up and follow her, cutting through a different hallway to see if he can get close without getting her attention.

Alan's startled awake, still full of adrenaline - he was running for his life, he was gonna die, he doesn't remember the end of his dream - but phew. He's safe. He reaches for his glasses, settling them on his face before reaching for the lamp.

But no matter how many times he turns the knob, the lamp doesn't turn on.

...Strange. He'd never had a problem like this before. Castle lights didn't seem to need new lightbulbs unless someone shattered them.

Something seems off.

He leaves his bedroom, moving into the common area. It's empty, as usual, now that Flynn and Sam have gone. Knickknacks they've left behind litter the coffee table. But his journal's nowhere to be found. The lights out here don't work, either - first flaring dimly but slowly flickering out. The clock is blinking at a random time like there'd been a power outage. But that isn't possible.

Alan leaves his room to investigate after throwing on a coat. The hallway's dark, so he progresses slowly but surely.

What's going on..?

So much for this being paradise.

Dean shines his flashlight down one dark and empty hallway after another. Lucky for Alan, he's got a couple of weapons with him; a gun and a hunting knife. For the past hour or so since he woke up, he's just been trying to locate Sam, hoping that by working together, they can figure what the hell's going on here before things get worse.

As he rounds the next corner, he bumps right into Alan; that flashlight of his illuminating whatever expression might be on the man's face. (Congratulations, you almost scared the crap out of him.) Aiming the gun on the guy, Dean manages to keep a cool front somehow. He takes two cautious steps back as he tries to get a better look at the man, checking to see if the stranger is armed.

"You alone?"

Alan jerks back as soon as he bumps into God-knows-what, the flashlight in his eyes momentarily stunning him. Eyes wide and full of terror, the expression on his face would be comical in different circumstances.

The glint of the gun forces Alan's hands up in the air, palms facing Dean. "W-whoa, whoa, whoa," he says hastily. He's unarmed and doesn't have a clue what's going on - and the gun trained on him isn't doing anything to calm his racing heartbeat.

He thinks about lying, saying someone's looking for him to try and dissuade this man from shooting him - but that would do no good. Honest answer it is, then. He nods quickly and earnestly. "Yeah."

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Start with Dean for some backup?

/laaaaaate! reasons why i should have tracked this post...

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