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, okay." He wanders down the TP aisle and picks up a two-four of double rolls of the squishiest looking stuff.

[i_salted_dean]

"We don't have any vegetables," says Sam to herself, then looks both ways to make sure nobody else has noticed and heads for the checkout.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He laughs. "Whatever."

[i_salted_dean]

She gives him an impertinent look and settles down to wait in line.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He yawns and grabs a trashy gossip magazine to flip through.

One of the ones with the photoshopped black and white pictures of alien popes.

[i_salted_dean]

Said book starts going through the strangest contortions and vibrations....

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He lowers the magazine and glares at Sam.

[i_salted_dean]

She looks back quizzically.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"It might be trash, but I'm readin' it. Leave it alone."