𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢, 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 a grocery bag. Sam has changed clothes and is looking a little less out of it.
"What'd you guys find out?" Sam asks.
"You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan," Dean says.
"Dean." Sam says.
"Your room's been quiet, nobody's noticed anything unusual." Dean says.
"You mean no one saw me walking around covered in blood?" Sam asks.
"Yeah. That's what I mean." Dean says.
"Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?" Sam asks.
"I don't know. But you're, you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with." Scarlett smiles at him.
"Oh really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse?" Sam asks.
"Sam . . ." Dean says.
"What if this is what Dad warned you about?" Sam asks.
"Hey, whoa, whoa, come on man, let's not jump the gun here. We don't know what happened. We've just got to treat this like, like any other job. What's the last thing you remember?" Dean says.
"Just me and you, just, in that motel room in West Texas, going out to grab some burgers, and..." Sam sits.
"West Texas? That was, that was over a week ago." Dean says.
"That's it." Sam says. Dean looks stunned.
"Next thing I knew I was sitting here. Bloody. Felt like I'd been asleep for a month." Sam says.
"Okay. Retrace your steps. The manager said you left yesterday afternoon and he never saw you come back, so." Dean pulls back the curtain, he finds a bloody fingerprint on the window. "Hey."
Sam, Dean and Scarlett are walking outside the motel. It's a raining day.
"Recognize anything?" Dean asks.
"Not really." Sam says. They go towards a parking garage out back. "Wait."
"What?" Scarlett asks.
"I think I was here." Sam says.
"You remember?" Dean asks.
"Not really, it just ... feels familiar, you know?" Sam says. Dean shrugs, goes to the nearest garage. Sam looks over to the second, points.
"Try that one. Yeah."
Dean tugging on the paddock "Okay."
"Wait." Sam says.
San digs in his pocket, frowning. He pulls out a key, gives Dean a significant look.
Dean opens the padlock with the key, raising his eyebrows at Sam. He pulls the garage door open to reveal a filthy, beat-up VW Beetle.
"Oh, please tell me you didn't steal this." Dean says.
Sam fidgets. They go into the garage and open both doors of the car, Sam on the driver's side. He touches the wheel, shows Dean his stained finger.
"More blood." Sam says.
"Sam. Back seat." Dean points.
Sam reaches down, picks up a blood-stained knife that sticks to the floor of the backseat. He stares at it.
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