There was a large black chair behind a large wooden desk, but Sam couldn't see who was in it. Dim flourescent lights wavered over his head, the light striking like lightning in the flashes he got of the room... a shadow on the left wall, paperwork on the desk, a padlock.
A needle sat just within reach. And then he heard a wavering voice...
"Are you even human?"
~*~
Sam's eyes shot open, closing again with a cringe when he felt the headache that told him what had just happened was real.
He sat up in bed slightly, noticing Faith asleep next to him. Deciding whether or not to wake her, he decided against it, figuring he really had nothing to tell her. Someone was going to be drugged? In an office that was a much smaller and emptier version of Angel's with no windows? Not exactly much to go on.
As he got out of bed, the headache making it impossible to sleep again, he had a thought. All of his visions were somehow tied to Azazel and his 'children'. But he was the only one left, wasn't he? How could he even be having visions hen?
He shook his head, confused, as he got dressed and left the room in search of something to eat.