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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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"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.