Sam Winchester (flewtoohigh) wrote in _ravenhurst_, @ 2009-07-05 13:18:00 |
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Who: Sam and Open
What: Getting some air, sun, and food
Where: Grocery Store
When: Elevenses?
Sam had come back from his last road trip/ hunt a few hundred richer. Also successful at dispatching a nasty poltergiest, but that went without saying. He has spent some of that money on a nice, large, breakfast. Two hours later he was hungry again, which would be why he was looking around the grocery store trying to find something that would keep him full until lunchtime. He'd been working out even more than he had before, trying to build up more muscle. Which wasn't to say he didn't have any at the moment. He just thought there was a bit of room for improvement, seeing as he was hunting regularly and all.
Sam was steadfastly ignoring the part of him that was feeling disapointed, as if he was giving up on a normal life. It was stupid to feel that way, he reasoned, since he was still going to school and working on a degree. While still studying what was going on with his psychic abilities. It was the best of both worlds, so he didn't have any reason to feel unsatisfied. That didn't stop him from feeling unsatisfied though.
He stopped in front of the bakery department and leaned over to peer at a basket of crossionts that had just been put out onto the racks. They weren't something that he would normally eat but they smelled pretty good. He grabbed a little plastic bag and started trying to get it open so he could put two or three or six in to munch on while he was walking around outside.