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]

He scowls slightly, but it's easy to tell he's trying hard not to laugh.

[i_salted_dean]

She grins at him, dark eyes dancing in a way they didn't used to.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He just shakes his head and pushes the cart forward, then begins putting the groceries on the conveyor belt.

[i_salted_dean]

She looks at the magazine racks, not feeling particularly interested in anything they hold. "I guess I should try reading a book. If I knew what I wanted to read about."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"I can't offer any suggestions," Leeroy says with a laugh. "I don't read anything longer than a magazine that I don't have to."

[i_salted_dean]

"Yeah, well. I can't surf or watch TV without going into work mode, so." She contemplates the cheap weekly woman's magazine and considers what sort of torch it would make.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Then we're both horribly maladjusted," he says.

[i_salted_dean]

"Yeah. Should we rent some movies?" She starts helping with the unloading.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Sure, the Blockbuster is across the street. I feel like a disaster flick."

[i_salted_dean]

"There's this Robot thing I think I heard Rob talking about." She pauses to read the Miracle Whip jar.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Robots?"