you’re in a haze as you drive. you don’t even know where you’re going, but your body is on autopilot. it’s like like you're on mission, like you have a duty that you must attend to.

your instincts take you to a carefully hidden structure in kansas. something is calling you in there, and you have to find it. the door is locked, so you pick it. you don't even know how to pick locks. you start down the stairs and don't register the voice that calls out from the room over.

"dean? you forget something?" sam calls out. dean's only been out for a few minutes. he should be gone a while to go grocery shopping. when sam gets no answer, he stands, suspicious as he continues to hear footsteps down the stairs. instead of dean or cas, sam is greeted with the sight of you, walking right into the bunker with a glazed look in your eyes. he pulls his gun out on instinct.

"hey. stop right there," he demands, voice gruff but not harsh. him addressing you directly snaps you out of it slightly. your eyebrows furrow and a look of fear flashes through your eyes. you stare at the tall, broad man in front of you for a moment, then look around.

"wh-where am i?" you stammer out, confused and still feeling that pull towards something unexplainable. sam looks at you, trying to figure you out.

"who are you?" he asks, "and why are you here?" he's unsure how to answer your own question without knowing more about you.

"i.. i don't know," you breathe out. "why i'm here, that is." you hesitantly give him your name. sam frowns lightly; your name is somehow familiar. he stares at you, the way you itch to move, like you're drawn to something here, and he thinks on your name. then it dawns on him. he's heard your name from castiel. you're the next prophet, and you must be drawn to the angel or demon tablet.

"oh," he murmurs softly, lowering his gun and expression turning sympathetic. it's clear you have no idea what's going on or what you are.