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]

"Yeah, I do."

[i_salted_dean]

"Any idea which taste best? Dean used to swear by those Sappuro Ichiban ones... but I never paid attention."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"All we ever got in Newfoundland was Mr Noodle." An apologetic shrug and Leeroy leans over the cart. "Then again, ramen is ramen."

[i_salted_dean]

"True." She pitches in several more of all flavors, ignoring the store brand. She's pretty sure that store brand ramen is stooping.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He notices the cart is almost full. "We... done yet?"

[i_salted_dean]

She pauses and looks at the cart herself uncertainly. "Do we have everything we need?"

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"I think so. Unless we need stuff like toilet paper and laundry soap..."

[i_salted_dean]

"Oh man, I hope not." Sam pales slightly. "Because I don't know anything about it."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Sam, what don't you get about toilet paper...?"

His wife is weird sometimes.