688. all comes down to a roll of the dice.

[ill_find_a_hole]

The Random Scenario Meme

HOW IT WORKS:
❧ Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you have. (You can choose your own scenario or let others decide.)
❧ Go to RNG. Enter 1 - 6 to choose a scene, then 1 - 20 to choose a prompt
❧ Play out the scene.
❧ But, play nicely. If someone doesn't want to play something out, please

Comments

John Winchester | Supernatural | open

[didhisbest]

[didhisbest]

(Not at all! Do you want Sam to be the one tortured or John?)

[hellunbounded]

(Sam can take the hit for this one, if it's okay!)

[didhisbest]

(Not at all! Do you want to set it up? (: )

[hellunbounded]

[It's been a few very long days. Sam went to Stanford to be safe, but still danger and pain found him. He got jumped one night after class, and even though he fought - he had kept up with his physical training, even though he walked away from hunting - he still managed to end up here.]

[He's tied to a chair in a worn basement. The creatures have been torturing him for a few days, trying to figure out where John and Dean are. The thing is, Sam honestly doesn't know. Sam hasn't contacted his father since that fateful day he left. The creatures don't seem to believe him, though, and they just continue to carve into his skin. Sam slips in and out of consciousness due to blood loss, and he is given just barely enough food and water to survive. He's been trying since he first woke up to get out of this goddamn chair, but he keeps getting caught. And Sam's starting to grown tired.]

[didhisbest]

[Pissed as he was, there was just no way that John could leave his son alone and not at least check on him. He had too much pride to approach him, but he could at least see if his son was settled in, keeping safe.]

[He wished he could say he hadn't expected his worst fears to come true. He could say he'd hoped that maybe, just maybe, Sam would be fine... at least for longer than just a few days. It took longer than he'd like to track his son down, to find him, but when he did... his stomach turned at the sight. He was weak and bloodied, dehydrated and malnourished. The creature looking for John Winchester? Died bloody and as painfully as he could make it that night.]

[After that he cautiously, worriedly approached Sam, touching the side of his face and tipping it back.] Hey, Sammy... look at me. Come on...

[hellunbounded]

[Sam moans pitifully at the touch, struggling to open his eyes. Everything is a dull pain, if not a sharp one. It takes him a minute to get his vision in focus, and he honestly cannot believe what he's seeing?] Dad -?

[For a moment, remembering, he panics.] Y'have t'get out a'here, Dad - they want you -

[didhisbest]

It's okay. I handled it, Sam. [He started to undo any bonds on the other, getting him to his feet.]

Come on, let's get you out of here.