InsaneJournal

Who: John Winchester and Sam Marquez
What: Collecting on a bet
Where: Some restaurant
When: Afternoon
Warnings: Nothing too raunchy. Nasty language.



Fact was he had no idea what he was doing. Him and Bobby had managed to wake up somewhere around the crack of noon. Watching his hungover best friend step into a doorway and disappear was something else. So that was a port key. Might be alright to use in an emergency but it wasn't something he was looking forward too.

Looked like the only way he was going to collect on his bet with Sam was going to be painful. She wanted to meet at some restaurant and normally he'd sit around inventorying his new stash of weapons but he was a little stir crazy. Hadn't been able to walk around for a few years. No time like the present... Her words were stuck in his mind and he cussed himself under his breath.

Showering and picking out some clothes of Elroy's that didn't make him want to puke he parked the Nova in front of the restaurant at the precise time she'd said she would be there. If she wasn't here he was going to leave. If she was he was...shit...he didn't know what he was going to do. He was going to get his damn smile outta her or Bobby'd never let him hear the end of it. Ducking inside he winced behind his sunglasses. Damn music was going to rattle his eyeballs out of his head.