WHO: Heather & Dad John. WHAT: Meeting! WHEN: Early in the morning. WHERE: Sam and Dean's apartment; more specifically, the kitchen. RATING: TBD, but nothing high. STATUS: Incomplete.
The sun was up, and even though it was still a lot earlier than Heather usually liked to wake up, she couldn't shake the grumbling in her stomach as she laid there next to Sam, who was still sleeping soundly. For a minute or two, she thought the noise in her abdomen was going to wake him, and she figured it was probably best to go and satisfy that hunger before it actually did. So she carefully slipped out of bed, lingering long enough to give her unconscious boyfriend a smile before heading out to the kitchen.
It seemed no one else was awake, either, or else they just weren't home. No matter, she would just make a little something for herself, and would most likely end up back in bed when she was done.
Opening up the fridge, she peered inside and tried to make the choice between scrambled eggs and...eggs made in some other fashion. She wondered if there was anything to make pancakes, and if not, she was going shopping for this poor household as soon as possible.