Who: Sam Winchester and Clint Barton What: Sam's exploring Where: Town When: Morning Warnings: Will update if necessary Status: Closed, Incomplete
Sam had been in this place for a few days. Long enough that he was feeling the lack of common comforts like coffee. He wasn't a big coffee drinker, but he liked a hot cuppa once in a while. Especially when he didn't sleep well, and he wasn't. He definitely wasn't sleeping well. How could he?
He had a vague idea where he was. But no idea why. Or how. Or where his brother was. He had been without Dean nearby a few times in his life. It never went well for him. He and Dean were a unit. He was okay for a while, but eventually he just wasn't as efficient without his brother to fall back on. Dean was nowhere in sight, though, so Sam had to trudge through on his own.
He could, and he would. He was certainly capable. He just didn't like it.
Spotting someone within reasonable distance, Sam jogged to catch up to him. He carried a gun and a knife too, but didn't reach for either. He didn't want to pull a weapon without cause. That was Dean's way, not Sam's. "Hey. Hi. Do you happen to know here I might find coffee?" he asked. Coffee was hardly a priority, but it was what Sam chose to focus on at the moment.