Sam had been looking forward to the book club meeting since he'd first seen Rory organizing it. It was the kind of normalcy he'd been looking for.
Oh, he'd long since let go of the dream of ever having a normal life again. But even here, as a semi-retired hunter, his life still wasn't all that normal. He lived with angels, demons, his older but now younger little brother, his formerly dead-half brother, and a slew of others who made life at the bunker anything but ordinary.
So the book club seemed perfect. A chance to get to know some new people and discuss something other than hunting. He arrived for their get-together dressed in jeans and a blue button down flannel shirt. The coffee shop seemed fairly quiet for a Sunday and he easily spotted Rory. He raised a hand to wave at her, then pointed to the register. "Can I get you anything?"