Alice Mahoy | Civilian [DONE]

"Arrgh.." Was a slight grunt which was heard as the long brunette haired male began to shift and move in his sleep, before actually opening his eyes eyes and lifting his right hand to place on his forehead before opening his brown eyes to peer at the black and white clock which was buzzing out like crazy on a dark brown small shelf with a small green lamp that was on it. Yes he had been in a a hotel room, and not much of a fancy one thank goodness. Looking around, Sam's brunette brows furrowed ever so lightly, causing a slight wrinkle in between them as he place his right hand on the button of the clock to shut off that damn buzzer. Grunting again, the male placed his left hand on his chest and then sat up into a sitting position while looking around. He had already been dressed in a dark blue suit with a white undershirt and a red dotted tie, the same suit he would usually wear when pretending to be an agent, but there was no one in the room with him, and the other bed was neatly done. However, he did notice the sound of running water being heard from what appears to be a bathroom just all the way on the left side of the room. When Sam finally realized this, he stood up and slowly looked around again before sliding his right hand in the inner side of his suit's jacket to search for a knife or something, but he had nothing.. then again, why would he have something? Where was he?



The male frowned before turning his attention to the alarm clock, and realizing that there was a gun there, a pistol to be exact. He quickly but quietly snatched it up and lifted it before looking to the bathroom and slowly walking to it.. wait, what was he doing? Maybe this was Dean.. in the shower, yeah that's it.. but then again, Sam didn't remember being with Dean, as a matter of fact, he could barely remember yesterday.. but to avoid causing chaos, he made his way to the door of the bathroom, and straightened his posture a little while leaning on the outside wall near the doorway. "Dean?" He called out in question, sounding as if he were more confused than anything. "Huh? Who's Dean?" Said a the voice of a female, which made Sam look completely confused. And so, he heard the water shut off and couldn't help it but to peek into the bathroom. Seeing a blonde woman open the doors to the shower, and stepping out, Sam hesitated but quickly looked away to hide on the wall again, and quickly put his gun away, shoving it in the inner pocket of his jacket before making an unsure expression. "Sam?" The woman called out, the sound of clothes ruffling could be heard. Sam of course didn't respond to her, instead he whispered to himself; "I have got to get out of here." And so, the six foot four male began to walk quickly tot he door, but then he heard his name again, though the female sounded confused.



Sam stopped in his footsteps and turned to glance back at the blonde femme, who was wearing a white robe at the time, with a confused expression on her face, her blue eyes reading complete confusion. "Are you okay?" She asked him with a concerned look beginning to read in her gaze. Scoffing, Sam just gave her a small smile. "Yeah-yeah I'm fine.." He said with an airy tone, two nods and a small shake to his head as he of course tried his best to hide his confusion. "You said Dean. Who's that?" She asked as she made her way to him, only to gently settle her right hand on the center of his chest. Sam cleared his throat in response and lifted his hand hand to take hers and gently move it as pleasant as possible. He gave a small nervous chuckle; "Dean..? OH Dean, well.. that's someone.. who was calling me. I was talking on my phone." He said playfully with a warily smile, before squinting and then turning to look at the door. "I'm gonna.. get some air. Okay?" He said this while taking a few steps back while holding out his hands toward her as if reassuring her to stay where she's at as if she were a rapid dog. The blonde still looked very much confused.



Sam slowly crept backwards to the door; "Are you sure you aren't okay?" She asked him, and he nodded and answered quickly with an airy tone; "I'm fine, thanks. I need air." He finished with a nervous smile as he leaned his back against the door before gripping onto the knob and twisting it to open the door quickly before spinning to slip out, giving the femme one more glance as he was leaving. Closing the door behind him, Sam scoffed out a nervous sigh, and begun to look highly confused. "Where am I?" He asked himself as his eyes widen once he noticed everything outside. Now outside didn't look like your normal place.. there were some people fighting, a vehicle flipped out and on fire, a few buildings were also on fire. There were a lot of people laying dead on the grounds, people screaming and getting jumped by evil spirits, then of course dying.. everything and everywhere was a disaster. Planes were even falling from the sky. Sam was froze. And then he felt a hand on his shoulder...



"Mister?" At the same time of this voice, Sam woke up inside of a small cafe with a gasp as he quickly looked up at the red haired waitress who pulled her hand away quickly and gave him a concerned and yet confused expression. "We're closed." She said to him with a disgusted expression beginning to grow on her face. The Winchester finally caught his panic breaths as he looked around, noticing that he, a janitor, and the female was the only one in the very small cafe. "Oh." He said with a light nervous smile before nodding lightly to her and standing up from his seat. "Thank you." He whispered with a clearing to his throat, as he paused for a split moment before beginning to walk out. Once he opened the doors to the cafe, he was happy to see that everything was normal.. your normal traffic, people yelling but not fighting. Your natural daily doses of chaos, the environment was as it should be. And so, Sam murmured to himself; "I'm never sleeping on the job again.."