WHO: Heather and SAMMY. WHAT: Sam is acting strangely. Hilarity probably will ensue. WHEN: After he comes back from his hunt. WHERE: The Winchester house; their room. RATING: TBD.
Something weird was going on. Unbelievably weird. Sam had gone out on one of his hunts earlier. A frustrating case. One that was infuriating enough to push him into a snack binge, which drove him into buying several boxes of some charity candy bars that some people were selling. He had eaten a few and then...well. Things kind of got fuzzy after that. But now he was sitting here in his room, wondering why he looked so much older (what happened to the chubby kid with the messy mop of hair? And WHERE was his Mathlete shirt? He adored that thing and now it was suddenly GONE?) and how he was sitting in the same room that contained various forms of women's clothing personal items. That apparently, as he stared off at the screen of the laptop in front of him, belonged to a woman who seemed to think that she was engaged to him.
It was weird. Really weird. And Sam? He didn't like it one bit. Especially not the part where his Dad had dropped in to interrogate him. That? It wasn't fun. Not at all.
Pushing up from the desk in the corner, Sam awkwardly walked across the room and ran a hand through his dark hair. He was about to drop down onto all fours so he could get the candy bars that he had hidden underneath his bed when he heard someone approaching from behind. Brows rising slightly, he turned around, expecting to see either Dean or his father.
Instead? He saw the same gorgeous woman that he had been talking to on the boards. He backed away slightly and awkwardly shoved his hands into his pockets.