2 ♦ Crawlin' in my skin [open - Morning of day 13]

[likely_evil]

[the feed that comes through the open channel on the wrist receivers early in the morning shows a startling sight. 5 days after he had disappeared, Sam Winchester comes staggering out of the forest back into the town.

He doesn't look too well for wear, though. He's dirty, with five days of stubble on his chin. His clothing is torn to the point where his flannel shirt is in shreds and there are tears on his tee-shirt underneath. His shoes are gone. His ankles and wrists are raw from where restraints had been, and there were cuts on various points of his body. Dried blood clings to parts of his shirt and pants, obvious signs of struggling against his captures.

But for how bad he looks, there is a piece that is scarier. There is a knife in his hand, covered in blood that goes up his hand to his arm almost to his elbow. His other hand is just as bloody, and spatters of it on his shirt and face make it look like not all of the blood on him is his own.

He is breathing hard, adrenaline pumping through him still. His eyes, however, as they flick over the main part of town, don't seem to register anything while they still take in his surroundings. Finally he looks up at the security camera that is feeding this picture to everyone and there is a deep growl in his throat. He grabs a rock from the ground and throws it, smashing the camera and ending the feed]

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[happytobleed]

[Castiel had woken up from his minor head trauma in the middle of the night, disappearing off to the gazebo. The blow to the head had shaken something loose and even if Dean can't remember it, he does.

The video of Sam shakes him up even more. He'd been tearing the town apart trying to locate any clue of what had happened.]

Sam?

[He steps down from the gazebo and tries to figure out where that could be along the line of thick trees that give way to the town.]

[likely_evil]

[sorry Cas, you're not going to get a verbal response. However, the wrist device is open, and you can keep track of visuals around him as he staggers through town confused.

Of course, there is a deep red tone to the video feed from the blood on it. And if you listen very carefully, you'll hear Sam muttering]

twenty seven times six is one hundred sixty two. twenty seven times seven is one hundred eighty nine...

[Action]

[happytobleed]

[Castiel moves quickly along the edge of the trees, transporting several yards at a time in hope of locating Sam. This video could be some sort of trick, especially with the way he's feeling mentally, but he can't take the risk of dismissing it if Sam needs help.]

Sam, where are you?

[Action]

[likely_evil]

[he just keeps muttering, but he's outside one of the residential homes now. He hears Cas' voice and sharply turns, his knife held out and his eyes wild, trying to see where the person is]

[Action]

[happytobleed]

[Castiel is relieved when he finally catches sight of Sam. He can see that Sam is a mess, but he's physically okay and they can figure out anything else.]

Sam? What happened?

[hung_garian]

[He whistles.]

Looks like someone's been having fun.

[likely_evil]

[there's no response, except for Sam muttering numbers and the video from his wrist of the residential homes. The image is stained in red from the blood that is covering it.]

[hung_garian]

[That's alright. Gabriel, being the all-around nice guy that he is, doesn't particularly care how Sam's holding up. He figures if it's important - that is, if it'll affect him somehow - he'll find out soon enough.]

Suit yourself.

[likely_evil]

Find you too one day. Rip you open. see how you work.

[hung_garian]

Ah, that sounds more like the twisted little psycho we know and love. Well - know, anyway. I was starting to worry you'd been replaced by Christopher Boone.

[saltline]

[ Dean...was still on the search for his little brother. Still paranoid about the people who had just waltzed into their home. Dean stared at the communicator for a moment, trying to register what was going on. He was looking at Sam's surroundings. ] Sammy? Where the Hell have you been?

[likely_evil]

[Dean's voice is a bit more familiar than Cas or Gabriel's, and the wrist communicator is now picking up the visual feed through it's bloody red filter. Sam looks around him, trying to find the voice. His breathing picks up, afraid.]

No, stay back. Stay away. thirty times five is one hundred fifty... thirty times six... is... is one hundred eighty...

[saltline]

[ What? Yeah, Dean's totally not going to do that as he just drops what he was doing -- which just organizing more areas he hadn't searched for his little brother in this stupid town to start heading out in the direction he's pretty sure he's at. ] Too damn bad.

[likely_evil]

Not right. Things aren't right. Wrong numbers. Need the right...

[and there's the sound of another security camera being broken]

[saltline]

Yeah...okay. Not right, but let's not piss off whatever bastards took you. You know, destroyin' their shit and all that. [ He was honestly concerned with this happening again if Sam staggers around town breaking the cameras. Eventually...he finds him, it's not difficult to find Sam anywhere he goes. ]

[ ACTION ]

[ He practically runs up to his brother, stopping short of running into him. ]

[greenisnteasy]

[There's an entrance for you. Bruce puts his glasses on, but nope, everything's just how it appeared the first time. Shit.]

Nice shot. Where are you? Do you need help?

[likely_evil]

[he's not answering Bruce. But you'll hear him muttering numbers and equations as he stalks along behind the residential homes bloody with a knife]

[greenisnteasy]

[Cool, so nothing to worry about. He scrubs his face and watches him for a few seconds before he settles on something.]

What do the numbers mean?

[likely_evil]

nothing. everything. links it all together

[greenisnteasy]

[He keeps his voice calm and neutral, and the rest of him too, for that matter.]

Links what together?

Action

[onteamdyson]

[Dude covered in blood with a knife throwing rocks at shit? That is a recipe for disaster if Kenzi's ever seen one. So, naturally, she does the most logical thing in response.

She grabs the baseball bat from under her bed and heads out to find the guy. Genius.

She starts in the last place she saw him before the smashing of the camera. Despite the fact that she's going for stealth here, she's not exactly the quietest person ever.]

Dude better not jump outta bushes or pop up from any dark places, that's all I'm sayin'. I will beat his ass. Swear to god. Do not pop out of nowhere. It always happens in horror movies. Ugh, this is a bad ideaaaa.

[likely_evil]

[after running away from Dean, Sam ran around the side of the building, heading for the fountain at the center of town. He didn't see the girl in his path right away until he was almost upon her. He growled, skidding to a stop with the knife out.]

[onteamdyson]

Holyshit--

[Jumping out, check. Knife... check. GROWLING! Wow. Unnecessary, crazy dude. She keeps the bat at her side and holds up her free hand. This is so the opposite of sneaking up on him.]

Hey! Hi... there. Buddy. You're Dean's bro, right? I'm Kenzi. Nice to meet you.

[likely_evil]

Run. Run away. They are coming.

[he tries to step around her, his eyes listening, hearing footfalls of people chasing him. Is it Dean, or just in his mind?]

[onteamdyson]

Woah, wait. Who is coming? Gonna have to be more specific, dude.

[She lets him step around her. It will give her a nice view of the back of his crazy head.]

A lot of people want you to go back home, you know.