I had no idea what was happening. Trying to 移動する anything myself was impossible. I tried moving my hand towards the drink, but my hand twirled a golden lock between two fingers. Quiet frankly... it hurt. I tried calling out to him to have him help me, but not a peep came from my mouth. Well, it did, but it wasn't me talking. My voice, but not my words. I was trapped in my own mind...

"So Sam, what brings あなた to town?" 'I' asked.

"Um... roadtrip with my brother over there."

"I see... is it fun?"

He looked up at me with soft eyes, "What do あなた mean?"

"You know... hitting the road... never having to stick to one place. Destined to marry your best friend because あなた don't have really any other options."

"Wow," he took a gulp of beer, "depressing much?"

I laughed, "No, actually bubbly."

"It really shows." he chuckled, looking at me. Even though I had no control of anything, I could see he had beautiful eyes.

"Well," I cackled, "is it fun?"

"It depends on how あなた look at it. But I suppose... over all... yeah."

"How do あなた survive?"

He looked at me oddly.

"As in money..." I smiled, "What? Credit Card scams, hussle pool, poker?"

"Well, you're pretty much right on the spot."

"Fun."

"Understatment," he 発言しました sarcasticly.

"So... あなた do like it?"

"It's my job..."

"But," I rested a hand on his, "do あなた like it."

He looked down and then back up to me, "I'm not sure..."

I stood, "Comon."

"What?"

I grabbed his hand, smiling, "Just comon on." We walked to the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dean pulled away from his make out session with Mallory and winked at Sam. I felt like rolling my eyes, but instead, I giggled. Am I going mad...?

We walked outside, and then I blacked out.


. . .


Wakey Wakey Sage...

What?

My vision doubled and then came slowly into focus. Wha...? I couldn't even finish my thought before I realized what i was looking at. Sam. I still didn't have control over my own body または mouth.. great.

"You sure this is okay Ruby?" he said. Who the fuck is Ruby?

"Positive." I... she... whoever... leaned in and kissed him. He kissed back. Smiling, I pulled away によって not even an inch and took out a blade, sliced my arm. I screamed and screamed, but nothing verbalized.

Sam drank from my arm, which I might add, didn't feel all that well either (sarcasm). I blacked out.