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Tweak says, "You bought this palace."

Sam Winchester (i_needsaving) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2010-03-01 16:04:00

Current mood:	green
Entry tags:	march madness, sam winchester, winifred burkle

When Sam rolled out of bed and into the shower that morning, he'd just grabbed the first clean shirt that he could get his hands on. He didn't really know where half of his clothes had come from, despite the fact that he still had to do his laundry from time to time. He certainly hadn't had much on him when he had arrived. But this was a new shirt, he was sure of it. It just happened to be in his closet. It just happened to be green.

When he came out of the shower, tugging the green shirt over abs that would make Twilight and Supernatural fans alike want to bake cookies on his stomach and sigh when said shirt met his jeans, he went back to the closet to grab another layer--wondering what was up with the crack-fic commentary in his head. Was it something in the City air? And what was up with all the green? Was it March already?

Green, green, green. Button-downs. Tees. Everything but his jeans and his old jacket, and whatever dirty laundry was stuffed into the hamper that was in need of taking to the laundromat. He glanced down. Even his boxers were green plaid. He went to his drawer and pulled out a pair of socks. "Thank God." They were regular, white-and-gray crew socks. He didn't think he could have dealt with argyle.

Not when he was hearing strange noises from the kitchen area. He poked his head out once he was satisfactorily dressed, his brow furrowing at the sight of an open cupboard door. He didn't remember leaving anything open the night before, but he shrugged it off and turned on his computer. Another scuffling, scurrying noise, followed by a creak, and then a thump. He peered into the kitchen again and the cupboard door was shut. Was it his imagination, or did the revolving corner cupboard swing on its carousel an inch or two? "Oh, no, you don't..."

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i_figure
2010-03-01 11:23 pm UTC (link)

Fred had made sure Lawrence got settled, or as settled as a wolfman can get, even if that wolfman was really human for the moment. She'd even tried to check on Wes, but with no luck. Angel had disappeared; she really was starting to wonder if she'd been left alone again. Not that she'd been left alone the first time to an alternate dimension, more she'd arrived alone, and was found. But, that really didn't matter. She decided to check on the Winchesters. Maybe they were around.

So, she headed out to the area she'd last seen a motel. It was funny being decked out in green, her closet and chest of drawers hadn't really given her much of a choice, and it was even stranger seeing all the little fellows. There had to be a little gal somewhere in there, right? Statistically speaking anyway. They couldn't all be males, even if they did seem to be cloned from the same original.

A quick stop by for coffee, which had a strange green tint to it, she finally arrived at the Winchesters' door, or she thought it was anyway. One hand held the cup carrier, clipboard tucked under her arm; the other hand lifted and knocked quickly on the door before her. She hoped Sam and/or Dean were home.

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i_needsaving
2010-03-01 11:48 pm UTC (link)

Sam had armed himself with his EMF detector, and was about to begin an recon-mission into the kitchen to procure the salt from his creaky cupboards and figure out what was possessing them when he heard the knock.

Stuffing the device into his pocket, he made his way toward the door, squinting through the peep-hole in an attempt to determine who might be dropping in on him. Was it too much to hope for a Dean? Yeah, probably. But whoever it was, she didn't look dangerous.

He opened the door a bit, peering at her inquisitively. At least, he hoped it was inquisitiveness, and not suspicion that he was giving her. He wasn't trying to be rude. The poltergeist--or whatever it was inhabiting his kitchen--was just making him a little jumpy.

	i_needsaving 2010-03-03 04:14 am UTC (link)
	"Sorry!" Sam said, grimacing and raising his other arm in a half shrug. "Sorry." He pressed his lips together pensively as he looked down at Fred. "I didn't realize I had that," he said, "But I think there's a few beers in the fridge. Or the cooler. Somewhere. If you think that would help?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_needsaving 2010-03-03 05:50 am UTC (link)
	Sam just shook his head, chuckling at her musings. "I thought you said no pets?" he teased, before falling silent as he noticed that they were being watched again. "Was it something we said?" he asked, puzzled, and staring the proffered beverage. "Or..." He glanced at Fred. Were the leprechauns trying to tell them something? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_needsaving 2010-03-03 07:48 pm UTC (link)
	Sam shook his head, eyes wide. "Never. I've run into changelings, and even an anti-Claus, but never leprechauns." He shrugged. "I guess we can worry about them later," he said softly, "I'm glad you didn't get your head transplanted." What? "So..." No more Babylon 5. "Now what?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)