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 love me anyway.-

[i_salted_dean]

Her fingers tighten on his. -Yup.-

"Oh look, somebody ran over a shopping cart."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"I wonder why people do that? It smashes up their car..." He frowns slightly.

"Did we even make a list?" He can't remember.

[i_salted_dean]

"Dude, that looks like it was a rig." She pauses to look at the mess, then glances at him. "Did we?"

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

Leeroy shrugs and searches his pockets, coming up empty.

"If we did, it's back in the car."

[i_salted_dean]

"I know we need mustard and more bread, and I know we don't need baloney or Sunny Delight." She takes his hand again, her eyes going toward the store.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"S' a good enough place to start from," Leeroy says, grinning.

[i_salted_dean]

She thinks a little more as they pass through the doors, then blinks. "Coffee."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"...we do have a pot fer it, right?" He grabs a shopping cart and wheels it into the store, looking around at the place.

This is the Real Atlantic Superstore. It's massive.

[i_salted_dean]

"Yeah. That's that thing that bubbles and hisses to itself on the counter."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Right." He'd never used the thing; that was more Sam and Rob's forte.