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WHO: Sara Lance & Sam Winchester
WHAT: Arrival and meeting
WHEN: Day one, late morning
WARNINGS: TBD

When Sara opened her eyes and recognized absolutely nothing around her, her shoulders slouched in annoyance and she sighed, rolling eyes. "God dammit." She couldn't just get one night off? They'd literally just saved the world again, and she was really looking forward to some Ave time. Now where the hell was she?

She didn't feel drugged, she wasn't tied up. She also didn't have any of her weapons on her from what she could tell, and someone had put her in a fancy dress. She did not like fancy dresses unless it was for a mission.

No weapons meant she'd have to improvise, so she reached for what she could find on the table as she kept her eye on the guy across from her. "Hey." she said, probably too casually. "Any idea what the hell is happening?" Hopefully he wasn't involved and she didn't have to kick some ass right away.

That was when the the voice filled the room, and Sara's eyes scanned their surroundings trying to find it. Hell house. Song quote. Never leave. Super. Did hell house mean they were back in hell? At this point she felt like she done more of her fair share with hell, demons, and everything that came with it. Was this Neron's doing? Had they not defeated him like they thought?

"Please tell me that they don't mean Hell House as in literally a house in hell." She wasn't really speaking to the other guy in the room specifically, but since he was the only other person there she looked at him anyway.

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Sam blinked when the woman spoke to him. He was holding a fork but none of the food around him was familiar. He put the fork down and looked around noticing he was no longer dressed in his normal clothes but a formal tux which made him shake his head.

A quick pat down revealed he didn't have his gun, demon knife or angel blade this was not good. Then he heard what the voice said and made a face. "With Hell you never really know," he replied looking grumpy, "it tends to like to screw with you for fun."

He then looked at his companion suddenly reminded of Jo which hurt. "I'm Sam Winchester. Who are you?"

The was the last answer she had been expecting from home, if she was to be honest. Sara arched one eyes brow and tilted her head slightly in question. "Yeah, I know. I didn't expect you to though." Maybe that was why they were bother her. But that was a stretch. Maybe they'd both pissed off too many demons? Who knew.

"Sara Lance." she replied, finally standing up from her chair, still holding the knife from the table. Once standing she got a better look at the dress someone had placed her in, and the shoes to match.

Her hand reached for her ears, checking for her standard ear piece that would let her communication with Gideon and the Legends. But there was nothing there. Shit.

"So. Have you done anything to piss off hell lately?" Sara asked this while she made her way to the door, approaching it carefully and listening for anyone that might be on the other-side.

Sam snorted as he grabbed a knife for himself and tucked it into his jacket pocket making sure that he can pull it out quickly if he needs to. "Try all the time," he replied, "my family hunts demons for a living...among other things." Sam swallowed worried about Dean. His brother is a bit of a hot head by nature and would go stomping around kicking down doors until he got answers which could be trouble. Even more so after losing both their mother and Jack. "Then again we pretty much pissed off Heaven and Death itself at the same time."

He had to wonder if Cass was around too....having an angel at their back would be helpful if this really was Hell screwing with them. 'First trip to Hell," he asks.

Maybe that explained it? "It's the other things that I focus on, but demons have been the bane of my existence for the past two years." Clearly they had a few things in common, which at least presented them with some possibility as to why they were stuck here together. "Maybe that has something to do with this." Neither of them seemed overly panicked or overly surprised, and she was relieved that so far he could keep his cool.

After not hearing anything on the other side of the door, Sara looked down the handle and reached for it, only to stop when her fingers touched the knob.

Her eyes dropped to her exposed arms, specifically her left one, that now seemed to have a god damn phone screen inside of it. "What the hell is this." She raised her arm up higher, holding it up for Sam to see. "Do you see this?" Was she going crazy. "Do you have one too?"

Sam blinked at the phone and then pushed up his sleeve to reveal that yes he had one too. "The heck" he muttered completely confused. Hell was not known for being technologically advanced at least not this much. Heaven even less so. He examined the area around the phone not noticing any redness or other wounds to tell him how long it had been since the phone had been put in. "They take our weapons but give us a phone," he said, 'either someone is really screwing with us or something else is going on here."

He starts poking at the screen trying to see if he can hack the phone...a normal phone would take him a few seconds but this had to be magicked in addition to the tech so it might take longer.

"No we're definitely being screwed with." Sara said, looking back to the door. "It's just a matter of who or what is screwing with us." It didn't mater what the intention of this place was, if they were here, someone was messing with them. If she could get back to the ship, Gideon or Ray could probably find a way to deal the tech in her arm.

"And weapons can be all around you if you're creative enough." she didn't like being without her bow-staff and her knives, but she would make do for now. She didn't need either of them to make whoever was responsible for this hurt in so many ways. Unless they actually were demons. She'd figure that out when the time came.

Sara reached for the door and twisted the handle to pull it open. The door opened a few inches before slamming closed again, as if someone on the other side had yanked it shut. She paused briefly, before trying again. This time, the handle wouldn't turn.

Sam stopped messing with the phone when the door slammed and stared at it with a bitch face so practiced it's almost like he was used to this kind of reaction. Glancing at the table he went back and snagged the salt shaker weighting it in his hand. "It's not a lot but might keep us safe in a pinch," he says tucking it in his pocket, "at least until I can find more." He looks over the silverware trying to figure out if it's pure silver or not. "Do you see anything that looks like it might be iron?"

Sam was a planner and so used to haunted houses he's going into leadership mode without really thinking about it.

Sara didn't have a clue what it was he was doing. Salt? Sure. Maybe he was like John and had some skills in magic. Maybe salt was a thing. To his question, Sara looked toward the fireplace in the room. Logically, if there was a fireplace, there was something to poke at the fire.

Walking over to the fireplace, she finds a rack with a poker just off to the side and picks it up with one hand. "Like this?" she asks, twirling it in her hand. "Looks like it could be iron."

But iron and salt. "Why do you want salt and iron?"

Sam glances at the poker and nods. "Ghosts and demons hate iron and salt, It won't hurt them but it will dissipate them until we can find a body to salt and burn. Ghosts and demons also can't cross salt lines. If we need to we can put a circle down and step inside it to protect us." He hoped it would work at any rate.. He went to the fireplace and managed to pull out a chunk of burned wood just in case he needed something to make a demon trap. "This doesn't feel like a normal haunting though....but without my EMF detector I can't be sure."

He makes another face. "Short version the house wants us stuck in this room for now and we have to figure out why. Feel free to say duh at any time."

None of what he was saying really matched up with her own experience. Maybe they had just dealt with different types? "The only ghost I've met was a serial killer stuck in a puppet. I've never met a demon who couldn't handle salt and iron." she said with a shrug.

Still holding the iron, Sara walked back to the door with the intention of just trying brute force. Her foot hit the door squarely and forcefully that it should have opened, or broken, given how old it looked. But it only shook a little and held.

"Maybe there's another way out? It's a creepy hold house. Maybe there's a hidden door. Like one to the kitchen?" If people ate here, the kitchen had to be close. Some old houses were designed with hidden doors, right?"

"Sounds like we are running in some of the same circles just different types," Sam replies, "I've dealt with the same type of possession you're talking about just in different ways." Great he's possibly dealing with people from other universes again...this is going to be interesting. He glances to where the door to the kitchen should be. "I'd say lets move forward and see what we find. I have family who could be stuck here too."

She'd dealt with other types of possession herself. Hell, she'd been possessed on a few occasions. But no need to jump into that right now. "What makes you think your family might be here?"

Sara started to move along the walls of where she assumed the kitchen might be, looking for a clear outline of a door, or something that might be able to trigger one to open. Whatever magical creature was responsible for this mess, assuming it wasn't a demon, was going to get their ass kicked.

Sam chuckled. "My family is super tight given everything we've been through over the last ten years. If my brother and best friend weren't here I'd really be worried. "When you hunt like we do you tend to keep track of everyone you work with and celebrated each day you don't die. And you mourn when you do lose someone. What about you? You come across like a fighter yourself. Do you have anyone you work with?"

Sam is crawling under the table hunting for a switch to flip and figures he might as well get to know his companion since they are in this together.

She knew the felling he was talking about. Not her family-family, as most of them were gone now. But her chosen-family. "Yeah, I have a team. I usually end up in situations like this with them. So maybe they're around. Or maybe they're back looking for me right now." If she went missing, her team would find out. If only because everything would descend into chaos if she left for too long.

Eventually Sara comes to notice a separation in the wall, too small to notice with the poor light. She feels around for a moment and, and then pushes in on the wall, triggering something to make it slide back to reveal a kitchen on the other side.

Sam slides out from under the table when he hears the click and grins. "I feel like I'm in a mystery novel or something," he says, "I keep expecting Sherlock Holmes to pop out and mock us for not finding the switch earlier or something." He dusts himself off and waves at Sara. "You first since you have the poker."

She knows from Team Flash about Sherloque, which was probably as close to a Sherlock her world would ever see. From what Sara has heard, he's a good guy, but infuriatingly intelligent. She'd probably have threatened him multiple times if he was on her team. "Maybe. I bet it would be less funny once something magic tries to kill him though." She doubted her had any skills or experience in that field.

She was already moving forward, stepping into the kitchen, the poker held casually by securely at her side.

The kitchen was dark. There were windows to the outside, but they looked fairly dirty. It seemed like a standard kitchen, but old and dated. Maybe a little smelly. Old food maybe. Her first stop was the window to see if it would open, or do see how far down the ground was. If it wouldn't open, they could always break it.

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