Rock-verse. Sam and Leeroy's place. Taking it easy.

[i_salted_dean]

Sam stretched and sat up from where she'd passed out on the couch, then looked around the pleasantly decorated and comfortably furnished mobile home with wonder. She and Leeroy had been living here for a few weeks now, and she still wasn't used to it, or to the peaceful lack of warning vibes from the surrounding countryside.

Groaning slightly, she peeled herself off the couch and wandered a little drunkenly over to the kitchen section of the big main room, feeling her head go weeee from how long she'd been laying flat. -'Roy? Where are you?-

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[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"You said we didn't need any," Leeroy says with a chuckle.

[i_salted_dean]

"We don't." She wrinkles her nose. "But this is where Rob got it."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough. I'm thinking we could get some steaks..."

[i_salted_dean]

"Yeah. Me too." She's looking up again. "That way. Do we have everything from here?"

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He looks in the cart.

"Think so..."

[i_salted_dean]

"We got the mozza, and lots of different meats... do we want any other kinds of cheese?"

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Naw, mozza's fine..."

[i_salted_dean]

She nods and absently takes a place behind the cart beside him as they head for the meat section, her head turning to look into the open top freezers. "Whoa... pizzas."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He laughed. "Go ahead and get a few."

He still had money left over from the last fishing season he'd done.

[i_salted_dean]

"Three?" She glances at him, hands going down toward them.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Sure."

[i_salted_dean]

She sets them in the cart, picking the pepperoni ones because Hawaiian is just bad. Says her

"There's the fresh meat... and here's a huge box of pork chops."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Let's look at the beef first," Leeroy seems pretty firm on the matter.

It's not that there's anything wrong with pork in his eyes. It's just that he wants beef, darn it.

[i_salted_dean]

She grins and gives him a slight shoulder bump. "Alright, alright."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He really doesn't notice; he's elbow deep in the cubic freezer that has discounted roasts of beef and steaks in them.

[i_salted_dean]

Sam leaves him to it and wanders over to investigate a display of potato chip bags.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He comes back to the cart with a few roasts and a Club Pack of strip steaks, looking very pleased with himself.

[i_salted_dean]

"Think that's enough?" She looks at it all, then blinks. "Do we want macaroni and cheese? Can you cook it?"

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"I won't eat that crap," Leeroy says, making a disgusted face. "The damn stuff is probably toxic."

[i_salted_dean]

"Like Screech isn't?" She grins. "How about spaghetiOs?"

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Whatever you like," he says. "You know I'll eat it regardless of how it tastes..."

[i_salted_dean]

"So long as it's not macaroni and cheese." Sam heads down the right aisle and pauses to contemplate cans of beans. "I didn't realize there were so many kinds of this."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you made it, I'd eat it," Leeroy says with a grin.

[i_salted_dean]

"Oh no you wouldn't. If I made macaroni and cheese it WOULD be toxic."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He pauses and grins. "...You're right."