This would be the generic, "How's my driving" post right here. Before I say anything let me just let you know that this Sam is from 5x03 so:

SPOILERS AHOY!

Now that I've got that done. If you have any constructive criticism as to how I'm playing Sam, just drop it down here or you can reach me at either of the contacts in Sammy's profile. Also, there you can see all of Sammy's info.

IP Logging is off, Comment screening is on, anonymous is on.

[Sam's handwriting is a well on the lazy side, considering he's pretty hopped up on pain-killers and the antibiotics he's on to keep infection off are 'making his brain itchy.' On this note, anyone from the Infirmary can imply that he's been complaining about such a sensation for a few hours now.]

[No filters; Sam's just not up to it right now.]

Holy crap. Seriously. These are wonderful. I don't know what they are but they're just great. Hey, but, does anyone know sign language? Or could teach me? Writing stuff down is the worst idea ever. Not talking is an even worse one.

I'm talking to you Doctor.

Hey, doc, by the way, how'd the thing go? I can't really tell whether or not I'm all good.

T'Pol, talk to me. Seriously. Stop with the whole 'I'm an alien and I don't understand you' crap.

Oh and Annie, thanks for that book last week. I'm re-reading it.

[His voice is still hoarse, considering the damage he did to his vocal cords but he's done significantly less puking over the past few days and despite the obvious danger of allowing him to leave, the younger Winchester sees himself fit for duty. He hasn't done much talking as to why he slit his own throat though, and doesn't plan to any time soon.]

Can I go now? Seriously. I'm feeling better and being stuck here without a book sucks. I got it, always come to the infirmary first. Don't take things into your own hands.

Got it. Lesson learned.

How long do I have to stay here?

God, Ruby I never thought I'd say this but I miss you.

( Private to: Dean, T'Pol, McCoy, Hayley, and Annie )

[Sam's voice is surprised and barely even a whisper.]

What the hell?

[Private to Annie]

Did you bring me back?

I'm ready.

This is proof I can't be a hunter. Leave me alone.

Save yourselves.

[Sam's voice is a little stiff, the combination of hearing about Dean's death, the searching of rooms that so far had seemingly turned up nothing but angry and paranoid people, and his fights with Loki and Rayne has worn him down. But, he knows he has a job to do, especially now that his brother is incapacitated.]

[Public]

We need to stop hurting each other. Calm down. We'll get through this. There's evacuation plans that are almost finished. Most of you will be going to the gym, the wounded and... the dead will be in the Infirmary with the staff, and everyone else will be in the dining hall. Wardens, stay with your inmates. We're organizing you by those pairs and just keep an eye out on each other until we can get you to a rally point. If we're in a couple centralized locations, it'll be easier to fight off whatever the next stage of the curse is I'm already anticipating it getting worse. and keep the hysteria to a minimum. You'll be well protected by security, Ruby, Cas, and myself. We know what we're doing, just listen to us. Please.

If you have any preference as to the gym or the dining hall, this would be the time to let me know and I'll try to accommodate that.

( Howie, Angel and Security, Sirrus/Ruby/Cas, and Annie )

Alright. So this is definitely a haunting of some kind. There's no other way to explain in. Now, just listen to me. The best thing you can do at this point is just stay calm. If you're seeing flashes in mirrors, cover them or take them off the wall. About the dreams? I know they're bad. Trust me, I know they're bad. Just, try to find some way to sleep anyway. You'll run yourself down further and we need everyone on their toes right now. Even I need to get some sleep.

If anyone can tell me anything about what they're seeing, that'd be great. And if anyone wants to help with the investigation, I'd be more than willing to have some help. I promise I won't shoot you in the face.

Oh, and I'm out of zero now.

( Annie/T'Pol, Hayley, Ruby, Dean, Max )

[Sam's voice is brighter, but tinged with embarrassment as he starts:]

singing.

[It's abysmal and unenthusiastic in every degree, but it's still fulfilling the bet.]

(ooc: And for reference, his singing is like this. Watch it and love it.)

[Sam hasn't done much the past few days since he was thrown in zero after the murders of Annie and T'Pol and subsequent suicide attempt, mostly laying quietly on his bunk, guilt eating away at him as he tries to just get some much needed sleep. By now the withdrawal as finally started to release its hold over him; the hallucinations have quelled, his powers almost completely gone. Replacing the feeling of strength he garnered from the demon blood is the distinct sensation of weakness, joining his guilt in the pit of the stomach. In his first words since Friday night, the former hunter briefly switches on the voice function, his voice thick with raw emotion.]

I'm so sorry.

[His breathing hitches minutely before he switches the journal back to text form and his handwriting is small and stilted.]

I've let a lot of people down.

[Private to Annie/T'Pol]

I can't even... I'm just... God. I'm... are you okay? I heard people come back after... but...

[Sam's handwriting is sloppy and hurried:] I'm going to be busy this week. Any favors I have to do are gonna have to wait.

[Private to Cas]

Are there any... bible passages you'd recommend?

( Action open to anyone who might be in the library )

[Public]

That was a great time. I've been in some really weird situations but stuck in a cursed book? That's almost the most bizarre thing I've been through. Thanks, though, to the people who helped. Bernard, I think I owe you a dozen bacon sandwiches. Seriously, man. Thanks.

I'm really glad I've never actually read Alice's Adventures in Wonderland/ Through the Looking Glass. Lewis Carroll had some serious issues.

Is everyone back and in one piece? I'm just a little sore from that stupid horse that hated me and getting thrown from a horse really didn't help my hand much. But it shouldn't be anything that I can't take care of myself. I could probably sleep for a couple days straight after this.

( Ruby, Annie, T'Pol, and the Trekkies )

[Public]

Now that that's all taken care of, can't say I really learned anything. Except that Loki's a dick and apparently dead now. And Dean, your room after so many days of living in it, starts to smell like rotting Mexican food. Seriously, dude. It's called taking out the trash. Normal people do it. But, anyways, I'm available for favors and busywork again, so Bernard I can get that jam off your ceiling if you need me to, your favorite slave monkey is back. I'll just be a little slower because my left hand's broken.

Oh and quick question, is everyone back or just a couple people?

( Usual list of private tos: Annie, T'Pol, Dean, Cas, Ruby, Hayley, JD )

Line your door and the walls of your room with salt and make this symbol on the floor in front of your room, preferably under a rug or on the ceiling.

The more you stay away from me, the less likely Ruby will associate you with me and the better for you.

I'm a danger to you and anyone you know.

[Private to Annie]

Annie? I need to stay with my brother for a few days. Our face-to-face meeting might have to wait.

[Public]

If this is 'quiet,' I don't think I want to know how this place gets when it's 'busy.' But, I'm glad at least that I'm starting to get involved in the day-to-day stuff here. It'll keep me out of the alcohol fist fights trouble and I really appreciate the opportunity that's been given to me here. I swear, I'll work to change. I have to.

But, again, if anyone needs any favors done, just let me know. I like to keep busy.

And does anyone know how the whole warden/inmate thing works? I've been here maybe a week and I still don't know what's going on with it. What are the duties of an inmate, and all that jazz?

( A laundry list of private tos: Dean, Castiel, T'Pol, JD, and Annie )

[Private to Loki and T'Pol but addressed only to T'Pol]

Hey, I was wondering if I could get a chance to apologize about some things I said in person. I'm in Level 2, Room 6, or I could meet you somewhere.

[Private to Howie]

I think we got off on the wrong foot. Maybe we should try again.

(ooc: Sam made a deal with Loki to keep his drunken ramblings a secret. So, Loki's blackmailing Sam into doing his bidding.)

Does anyone know where I can sign up for kitchen duty or something?

And I'm really sorry for last night. You can ignore anything I said.

And don't talk to my brother about me. He just... doesn't want to deal with it right now. I'll keep out of his way the best if I'm busy doing something. Anyone need any favors done? Things cleaned? Food cooked?

[Private to Castiel]

Can I talk to you about something?

Dean winchesttter cries durinsex and has a ruler byhis bed that he measures hisdick with.

and is reallyreally short. like seriously, what. the. hell.

...

annD whatever put me here needs to go straight to hell.

thats all

Where am I? Where's L--- Wait. Last thing I remember is…

Am I dead?

I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. What was I thinking? Trying to go toe-to-toe with the Devil. I think that ranks up with some of the worst ideas I've ever had.

So, I guess I'm in Hell. Doesn't seem as bad as I imagined. Or as Dean described it. I thought there would be more fire and brimstone, personally. But this is for the better, I guess, unless Dean finds another crossroads demon. Dammit.