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 snatches up the jar and screws the lid back on. "Condiment abuse is frowned upon."

[i_salted_dean]

"I was only tasting it." She gives him a look, though her eyes are twinkling.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"You can taste it on bread like the rest of us normal humans."

[i_salted_dean]

The thought makes her shudder and poke him in the brain.

Then she looks in the cart. "We got bread?"

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

Leeroy sighs. He motions for Sam to wait, dashes to the bakery section and gets several loaves of bread, pays for them, and returns to her.

"Yes," he says. "We got bread."

[i_salted_dean]

"I hope we got everything else." Her feelings teeter between amusement and sheepishness at her lack of knowing what she's doing as she pushes the cart toward the out door.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Ah, if we didn't, we just go back."