Thanks for stopping by! This is your run-of-the-mill How's my Driving? Post. I'm playing Sam Winchester from near the end of All Hell Breaks Loose Pt 1 from Season 2 and any help/constructive criticism you're willing to give, I would absolutely appreciate it.

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[Sam's last experience with being involved in a night cycle was nothing too fun. He'd caught pneumonia, gotten buried under debris, concussed, healed, concussed again, and dragged all over the island. To be safe, he's holed up in his cabin, but is still very much willing to help anyone who needs it.]

It's night again, looks like. We should get all the supplies we might need now before things start preventing us from doing it. I'm in Beta, Cabin C. We can start setting up an outpost here. I've already started to board up the windows and build some basic fortifications. If anyone's nearby, seriously, come on in. I'd rather you be safe in here than out there.

The ghosts can be handled with rock salt if you need to. I've lined the windows and doors here with it.

[Private to Dean]

Hey, man. I've been seeing Dad. Just, I don't know, walking around. It's... dude, it's weird.

[The device clicks on and Sam, his voice much clearer than it has been since after his pneumonia developed, speaks. His words are punctuated by a small but tame cough every now and then.]

How's everyone? Sorry, I've been basically sleeping the past... I don't know, few days.

[He's interrupted by a sniffle, which is a good sign that things are clearing up in his respiratory system.]

Who's up for some beach time?

[There's some rustling as Sam sets his PDA down but it isn't clicked off.]

[Sam sits up from where he was half-sleeping against the wall, still tucked up next to Castiel and Sitara, when he hears the howl of the Cerberus. It's familiar to him, he'd heard it before when outside with Sephiroth and the sound sends a chill through him. His breathing picks up, which only aggravates his lungs further. He releases a deep, hacking cough that has him leaning back against the wall again but turning his head away from where Castiel was partially propped up against him; the last thing he wants is to get anyone else sick. But at this point, Sam knows he's in no condition to fight and the heartbreaking feeling of disappointment and failure digs deep into him.]

[To no one in particular:] We're gonna die.

[He frowns nervously in the darkness of the cabin and runs a hand through his hair. Well, that was a great sentiment to share aloud. So much for trying to keep everyone calm. The younger hunter looks around for his brother, searching for some source of comfort.]

[Sam finally finishes gathering the various things that people requested from the shops, considering he was in the area. He packs as much of it away into his boots or pockets of his coat and jeans but still has to tuck the four tiki torches he stole borrowed form the shops underneath his arm. He ducks back down behind the counter of one of the shops as the downpour picks up a little with the wind, blowing rain over him. Spitting out a little of the water that dribbled down his nose, the hunter glances back at the door when he hears the howl.]

[Mumbling to himself:] And that's my cue to get the hell out of here.

[He clambers to his feet and arms himself with one of the decorative knives from the gift shop before pulling out his PDA. He clicks it on to make the following announcement, though it is decidedly difficult to understand because of the wind and intense rain.]

I'm on my way back to Cabin N. If anyone needs anything else, it's going to have wait; things are getting bad out here.

[He puts his PDA back in the breast pocket of his coat before heading towards the entrance to the store.]

(ooc: Anyone who's still outside can do an action reply, voice replies will be tough for Sam because of the weather and he might not hear them from his pocket. )

[Sam finds himself suddenly standing in a pleasant elevator, far from the cold mud of Cold Oak. He blinks a few times and looks around him. He can't feel the bite of the crowbar in his hand anymore and looks down at said hand. The grime still remains, the hunter even touches his face a little to make sure that he is indeed awake, and not dreaming of Yellow Eyes again. A chime sounds and the doors open upon a bright, sunlit, and pristine sidewalk. His eyebrows furrow as he ducks against the wall of the elevator before peering out again. When at least a little positive that the coast is clear, the hunter steps out of the elevator and into the main lobby, his boots tracking mud across the sidewalk as he makes his way, keeping his eyes peeled for anything. Sitting on the front desk before him is his travel kit. Clearly confused, he opens the bag and looks inside. The PDA is the most familiar of the objects inside and he quickly pulls it out. Not sure what exactly to do, he accidentally presses the button to record a voice post and puts it to his ear.]

H-Hello?

[He clears his throat.]

Is anyone there?

[When some of the adrenaline starts wearing off, he runs his grimy hand through his hair, very overwhelmed by suddenly arriving in the island resort. He takes a few breathes before asking, hopefully:]

Dean?