Sam's Earth: Detroit

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

Leeroy had learned his lesson.

Never, ever swap the memory cards on Jeimu's PlayStation 2. And don't hide the one that had all her DDR save games on it.

She'd sworn up a storm and then opened up a portal in the living room and kicked him through it. Now he was here, in a strange bar in a strange city. He didn't feel too concerned, Mu would bring him back when she decided he deserved to set foot on Newfoundland again.

But while he was here there was only one thing to do.

"What d'ye got fer beers, b'y?" he asked the bartender.

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[i_salted_dean]

"Roundup, Montana." She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel in time to the beat of the music. "They're having trouble with what looks like a @#$%&off Indian ghost."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"I sees." He looks at her. "An' how long will this take?"

[i_salted_dean]

"A few days to get there, depending on what we run into on the way," said Sam. Then she blinked as what was either a massive bumble bee or some Them she'd never met up with before splattered across the windsheild. "Do you see that?"

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Yes, b'y." He leaned forward to look at it better and grimaced. "Ew."

[i_salted_dean]

"We need gas anyway." She checked in the mirrors, then over her shoulder and switched lanes so that she could pull into the truck stop and filling station they had come to. "Oh yeah, and breakfast, I guess."

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Leeroy shrugged again. "I am a bit hungry meself."

[i_salted_dean]

She pulled the Impala up by the right pump and hopped out to fill the tank, stooping down to stare at the giant yellow smear on the winsheild in morbid fascenation.

"What the $%^&@ did you hit?" asks a passing trucker in an Arkensas twang.

Sam shrugged. "A bee, I think."

"Looks like somethin' offa the X-files." The guy shook his head and walked toward his truck, a dusky silver beauty with eyes painted on the front of her hood.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

Leeroy got out of the car as well, reaching for the squeegee that was soaking in a tub of windshield washer fluid. He hoisted it over the windshield and then paused.

"Um..."

[i_salted_dean]

"What?" Sam glanced at him.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"Should I jus'... wipe this off?"