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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 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."

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