Sam didn't remember a lot of what had happened. He had been in DC with Dean working a case and that was it. What else had happened? He couldn't remember anything.
He blinked his eyes open, his head spinning. Where was he? Where was Dean? This didn't look anything like Washington. Sam seemed to be in some sort of basement or jail. The conditions were dreadful. There was only a single light bulb hanging down from the high ceiling and the floors felt grimy under Sam's worn jeans. Sam shifted and suddenly felt the chains around his wrists that he hadn't noticed before. How could he be so stupid? He was trained to be better than this.
He sighed, leaning his head against the wall again, listening for anything useful. "Are you awake?" a voice asked, making Sam jump a bit. It was dark in the room and he couldn't quite see the owner.
"Yeah. I think," Sam said, trying to force his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He could just make out a silhouette of a man.
"Good. They hit you pretty hard. I thought they killed you or something," the voice chuckled a bit.
"What's your name?"
"Sam. Sam Winchester." Sam watched as the man came closer to Sam, so he could properly see his features.
He was tall with long dark hair, a bit longer than Sam's, and dull blue eyes. He was also in handcuffs, but his were a bit more advanced. Sam noticed that his left arm shined a bit under the light as it was made out of metal. He wore a pair of track pants and a black T-shirt, running shoes on his feet that let Sam know the man had been out for a run when he was taken.
What kind of name was Bucky, Sam thought as he looked at him.
"Where are we?"
"Siberia. Hydra facility. I'd recognize this damn dingy cell anywhere."
Russia? How the hell did Sam not only get out of the country but out of the continent?
"That can't be possible. I was in DC! With my brother!"
"I was in New York with my friend. They have people everywhere." Bucky sighed and looked around like he had memories of this place. "I never thought I'd have to be back here."
Sam was about to ask what he meant by that when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching their cell. There were two men talking in what Sam thought was Russian, but Sam couldn't tell since he knew zero Russian. However, Bucky seemed to understand since he was listening closely as the men approached.
The two men stopped, clicking a light on which sent the entire cell into brightness, the single bulb now obsolete.
"Mission report," one said in a thick Russian accent. Sam looked at the man confused, but he realized that he was talking to Bucky, who was saying nothing.
"Misson report, Solider," the other said. Bucky said nothing as he looked down at his hands.
"New recruit. He looks strong. He'll be perfect-"
"Don't." It was Bucky, finally looking up threatening at the men, who laughed.
"You're not in charge anymore, Sergeant. It's no longer 1945, or did you forget?"
Sam didn't know what they meant by that, he really didn't know what anything they said meant, but it made Bucky shut up. What had this guy been through?
"What's your name?" the man asked, looking into Sam's eyes.
"Why you wanna know?"
The man looked unfazed as he only smiled. "Bring him to Op. I want to see how far he can go." Bucky glared at the men as they opened the cell door. He leaped, trying his best to protect Sam with his body despite the cuffs. Suddenly, there was the sound of electricity and Bucky slumped over, yelling in pain.
The cuffs were electric. Good to know.
"C'mon," the first man said, kicking Bucky aside to grab on side of Sam as the other man grab Sam's second shoulder.
"Let me go, you bastards!" Sam yelled, kicking and fighting as the men pulled him along.
"Leave him alone! You have me! You have me, damn it! Take me and leave the kid!"
The cell closed with a loud bang. Sam craned his neck around to try and see Bucky, but the men were strong and prevented him from even moving.
Where was Dean when he needed him?