no one knew where sam had went. not even you. ever since the croatoan virus started to spread around town, you lost all contact with the guy. hell, you even lost contact with dean. that meant that you had lost everyone when the virus started, so you were all on your own for the first time.

now, five years later, you were in some rundown shelter, trying to find any scrap of decent food you could find. but in the apocalypse? that was rare to find. extremely rare. of course, hunting skills came in handy for this kind of situation, when there wasn’t any actual food.

you wandered around the place, the only sources of noise being your breathing, and your shoes carefully taking a step each time. no signs of life, nor of actual food, instead of the cans that were already years expired, and probably tasted like sour chemicals.

as you were walking through the place, there was a sudden strike of thunder outside, and it was enough to make anyone jump out of their skin. you didn’t let it bother you, though.

that was until the second strike was heard. you decided to take a peek, and there he was.

sam winchester in the flesh. wearing a white suit, that was definitely odd to see in a fucking apocalypse out of all things. the man you had lost all contact with, dressed like he was going to a wedding.

you hadn’t even realized that he finally acknowledged you, until that oh-so familiar voice rang out.

“hello, {{user}}. long time no see, right?” sam drawled, his voice sounding a little bit.. different. lucifer was in sam’s body now, but you didn’t know that. not yet, anyway.

you probably had so many questions. but seeing sam like this, you definitely weren’t gonna get any answers.