Under a blood red sky

Sam had smiled through Christmas and New Years, and to be honest, things had been mostly okay. Relatively speaking. He still had ups and downs, but most of his worries were for other people, more than himself. He'd owned his decision to go dumpster diving with Lucifer, and now he owned his post traumatic stress.  It could always be worse.

Tuesday, however, was still his least favorite day of the week, ever since the Mystery Spot with Loki, so he'd needed a little extra something at the end of the day. Just to unwind. Yes, he knew drinking himself to sleep was not the best idea, but having a drink and falling asleep to bad TV was okay. Right? Of course right. As long as he could catch a few hours uninterrupted, he knew things would look better in the morning.

Tessa had been lying low for the first couple of weeks she'd been in York, getting a feel for the situation. The balance of life and death was all out of whack, and if she were more OCD, it might have been distracting--but for Tessa, it was just business as usual. Reapers moved around a lot, so the new assignment wasn't surprising, and whenever she got called in, she knew it wasn't going to be pretty.

But come Monday afternoon, she figured she'd been lurking behind the scenes for long enough. It was time to make an appearance. First stop? The local pizza shop. She had to see if those quazi-Italian pies were really as orgasmic as popular opinion made them out to be.