LOG: Clark Kent & Sam Winchester Summary: Martha sends Clark to welcome the new neighbors.
[SAM]| Sunnydale California was hot. This Sam Winchester had decided about twenty minutes ago, bringing box after box inside the discreet one-story rancher that his family had signed the rent on about five days prior. Wiping his forehead with his arm, he exhaled and headed back outside to his father's truck, grabbing the last box from the truck bed and lifting it carefully.
Few of the boxes were anything actually home-y. Most of them carried weapons, some carried ancient books, and a few even carried magical items. Sam barely noticed if a box had "kitchen" etched in black marker on the side or if it had "demonic preparatory riturals" written on it. He lugged the latest and last box onto the porch stoop, fumbling with the doorknob to get it inside, huffing and puffing. Dad was out, Dean was... well, who knew where Dean was. It seemed that it was up to Sam to unpack and make things slightly less like they were living out of the cars.
[CLARK]| "Go and send this over to the people across the street," his mother had said. "They're in a new town, with new people, it'd be nice if they made a friend or two. I saw someone just about your age, Clark. Go." Clark wasn't exactly the most social of people, but he also wasn't about to let that social awkwardness get in the way. It couldn't be remotely easy for a kid to move in to such a tight knit town.
Taking two of his mom's pies, apple and peach, Clark made his way down the steps and across the street where he watched as Sam huffing and puffing. "Um, do you need some help?" Clark offered him a small smile, setting down the boxed pies off to the side.
[SAM]| The quickness that the other kid whipped around to see who was behind him was alarming. As soon as Sam took in Clark's very human appearance, he relaxed, chiding himself about listening too closely to his father's tales of all the monsters living on the Hellmouth. "Hey. Er... thanks, I've just about got..." the door shot open and the box, which had been propped against it, fell with a crash and a tinkling of glass inside the home. "....it. Crap. Er." Hopefully nothing too breakable had been in there. Thankfully, the side of the box read "Dean", so Sam shrugged and turned back around to see the teenager who had come to greet him.
"Thanks, though."
[CLARK]| Clark picked up the pies. Hey, he tried. "No problem," he replied, glancing back watching his mom staring at him through their living room window, but not before she rushed away when he'd caught her. "I have these pies," Clark replied. He chuckled. "My mom has this thing where she needs to advertise that we're from Kansas," he rsaid, with a grin, "and it's our duty to welcome new people to neighborhood."
He shrugged. "So, hi! I'm Clark Kent." He held out the pie. "Welcome to Sunnydale and Revello Drive." He stared at them. "Peach and apple. They're good. Mom's kind of a legend for 'em."
[SAM]| Sam blinked, a small smile gracing his lips as he accepted the pies with a an awkward fragility, as if they were babies rather than baked goods. Pies. He could probably count on his right hand the number of times that he'd had homemade pies. "Please tell her thank you," he said, glancing toward Clark's house. It practically had a white picket fence around it.
"I'm Sam. Sam Winchester," he said, scratching his neck awkwardly. "It's just me and my brother, and Dad." A thought dawned on him. "Oh hey, wait - you said you were from Kansas?"
[CLARK]| "Well, my parents," he said. "I...." He well, wasn't sure. "I've been here all my life. We go visit in the summers sometimes." He glanced back. "She'll be so happy you took them. It makes her happy."
[SAM]| "I was born in Kansas," Sam told him, noting a little awkwardly how Clark had dodged the question. Bad memories, maybe? Who knew. He wasn't going to pass up the possibility of friendship, and/or pie.
"They look great." Sam carefully set them on the table inside the house before hesitating in the door frame. "I'd, uh, ask you to come in, but-" ...but there's a crossbow on the table next to the pies. "...but it's still really messy. We've not even unpacked."
[CLARK]| "Oh, really? Where? We're from Smallville," Clark replied and then chuckled. "Don't worry about it, I understand." He glanced back again. "I invited some friends over for some more pie and zombie movies, you want to come over?" He offered him a smile. "It's kind of lame, but...if you're bored or something."
[SAM]| "Lawrence," Sam told him. And it was still odd saying that he was from a place he didn't remember. Sam smiled awkwardly. "Pie and zombies, huh? What time?" And hastily he explained: "Dad's got a bunch of chores for me later on in the day."
[CLARK]| "Well, about 6. But knowing Xander, he'll probably attack the pies way before the movie. Feel free to drop by whenever." Oh, chore. He knew them well. He offered Sam a empathetic smile and nod.
[SAM]| Sam laughed quietly. "Alright. I guess I'll say yeah, then. Hey, if there's more pie..." And whatever his Dad had to say about it, Sam could handle. His Dad hadn't had to worry about leaving two high schools in two years, after all. And Clark seemed normal. It'd be a real hoot, hanging out with normal people for once in Sam's life.
"Cool. Count me in." Even if Sam wasn't much of a zombie fan.