Who: Heather and Sam. What: Heather needs a weapon upgrade. When: Evening. Where: Sam & Dean's hotel. Rating: TBD.
Over the past few weeks, Sam had been through a lot of bullshit. Everyone had. But between murdering someone, attempting to have someone murder him, and then seeing not one, but two friends go, it was more than safe to say that he was feeling a little messed up on the inside. That wasn't exactly a new thing for him. But as of late? The levels had increased a whole hell of a lot. It was different though. While he was quick to express himself on the exterior before, Sam had shoved all of his emotions away on the inside and had decided to focus on the problem at hand rather than mourn all that had happened to the people that he cared about. It was a cold thing to do and he knew that it was going to bite him in the ass later, but Sam didn't care. They were in the middle of the end of the world and he was not interested in getting caught in a place similar to the alternate universe that he'd been forced into. There was just no way he was going to let that happen.
After posting a few messages back and forth on the boards, Sam trudged off to the bathroom and took a warm shower. Prior to hopping into the shower, he'd left a shotgun sitting on the desk beside his laptop. His was propped up in the corner of the room. The one on the desk was Heather's. It was his spare. He didn't use it often, so it wasn't quite as worn into as the one that he was used to using. But it was a good gun and he figured that Heather would make good use of it.
Water running over his face and through his hair, Sam ran a hand over his face and reached down to turn the shower off. He yanked the curtains back and reached for his towel. As he stepped out onto the tiled floor, wrapping the material around his waist, he heard the faint sounds of someone moving around in the room just outside the door.
Probably Heather. He pulled the bathroom door open and walked out, green eyes searching for the person that he'd invited over. "Hey, your gun is on the table," he told her, moving toward his dresser. "I've got some shells over there, " he nodded off toward the corner where his gun was, "so you can grab a handful."