what is wrong and right now?

     ”So. Who else is here? Ten to fifteen people, anyone we know?”

     "Knew a Molly, but she has nothing to do with --what we do. Which would make a pattern, I guess." A this-is-gonna-be-a-long-case exhale as he finds them yet again at the entrance of town, rolling down the main road ten miles from where he retrieved Dean moments ago. "Think we should split up and convince them to, uh, congregate a bit more.  For all we know, danger's around any given corner, and none of them seem to be hunters."

"Irene, yeah. And Molly, Clint, there’s a guy named Sherlock in my building, but all I’ve gotten from him is pacing over my head. Freaking drives me nuts. So far, most of us keep to ourselves. Pretty sure a lot of them aren’t that good at the whole trusting thing."

"You mind giving me an idea where to find everyone?" To be honest, as far as he knows, this girl is the dangerous one and he's falling for the innocent and quirky act, because God knows he has before. Pulls lips together. "I --really don't think we should be separated right now. Or at least there should be some type of meeting, so we can get to the bottom of why we're here."

"Could be. Though some are more lost than others.                   What brings you here?”

"Unless you meant, specifically... here. Uh. I'm actually hoping to introduce myself to everyone. Looks like we're a pretty outdoorsy group." Offering up his hand from his seated position, smile lighting his features, remaining seated and semi-hunched in a subconscious attempt at taking up less space. Adds in a friendlier tone: "Or private. I'm Sam, by the way." 

He hesitates for a moment still unsure of how this place aligns with his own. From what he’s observed so far the name Magneto won’t go striking fear into anyone.”Erik”

Lifting his gaze, hoping against all hopes the other doesn't force him to go into too much detail, because --it's too much. Too much to summarize. Too much to confess to someone he doesn't even know.

He takes a look down the dirt path leading up to where he’s staying and gives a glance around the surrounding area but it all looks empty. At the ‘Please’ he’s looking the man over again this time for weapons. He’s not feeling any large amounts of metal that would suggest a gun. Having nothing better to entertain himself with he takes a step back and pushes the door open slightly more. “Near-extinct. Any sign you’re up to something and I’ll be showing you out though not overly kindly.”

                          "Thanks." Sporting a new smile as he peers back at the man.                                    "What should I call you?"

     ”I’m going in to explore. What’s the worst that could happen? … You coming?”

     "Hold on... I'm serious, here. It's dangerous. Whatever brought us, it's not natural, and for all we know, it's in any one of these buildings in waiting. It'd be safer for us to gather, all of us, make some sort of census and decide who should clear each of the structures..." Hands illustrating his point in some abstract way, trying to make his point clear, because, sure, she's a 'big girl', but he has a hunch she's never dealt with this before. "I'm Sam, by the way."

"Sam, right you have said that already." His eyes narrow as he looks him over once wondering what he means by experience with this type of thing. "You’ve got about five seconds to say something worth my time before I end this conversation more harshly than necessary."

                          "More harshly than you've already been acting? Okay.                            I have been in this near-exact situation before. Now,                             let me in." A moment to try his own patient, managing a                            final sliver of civility. "Please." 

He’s offering a glance to the man’s outstretched hand but making no move to shake it. “You’ll learn very quick that pleasentries won’t get you far in this world boy”

                          "It's Sam, by the way. Look, I have experience with this                             type of thing... You seem like the type of guy who doesn't                            like this anymore than I do. Mind if I come in, compare                            stories, find a way out of this town? In and out, and you                            won't have to deal with me again." 

                           "I'm --not selling anything." A squint, because, why would he--? Nevermind. Still smiling politely, and now he's offering his hand, brows lifting. "I'm... guessing someone's told you the situation? We're all stuck here, so I figure I might as well get to know everyone. Hi. I'm Sam."

     ”Any striking locale that might give us an idea where we are? Pretty much been through the whole country so its gotta look familiar, right?”

     "That doesn't explain the rest of the people, though. Uh. Right. We're --not exactly alone. There are about ten-fifteen others stuck here, same experience with a white flash, but some have been here weeks." As he turns the corner, in the distance stands a figure, and his severe expression softens, coming to a gradual stop beside the men. "Need a lift?" 

"You look a little lost there, compadre. Need a hand?"

                           "Pretty sure everyone in this town is 'lost'." 

     ”Looks like I’m right outside a mall?”

      "Mall... mall... Alright, I think I know where you are." The sound of the engine starting, some rustling, the rumble of wheels as he pulls off and starts down the road. "So, you just got here? --What's the last thing you remember? Because, all I did was open a door, flash of white, and suddenly I'm standing outside."

    "—Dean? Dean, where are you right now?”

     ”God its good to hear your voice. I don’t know dude, just…there was a light and that’s all I know. Place looks deserted though.”

A pause, and then he adds: "The car's here, somehow."

                           r i i i i n g g g g g g …  r i i i i i i n g g g g g g —-

     ”Sam?”

    "--Dean? Dean, where are you right now?"