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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]
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]