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Sam Winchester ([info]demonboyking) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-15 00:40:00
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Day 7, Afternoon
Who: Sam Winchester and Luna Lovegood
What: Snow Play
Where: Walking to the gas station
When: Day 7, afternoon
Rating: PG 13
Status: Active

The walk that Sam had gotten used to from the museum to the church seemed much different when everything was covered in a thick blanket of snow. It was well past midday and the wan sunlight from overhead was doing little to melt the snow that had fallen earlier that morning. There were some buildings where the drift had hit it just right enough where the door or windows were buried under a formidable wall of snow and he wondered how many of the journal occupants were stuck inside. It seemed kind of funny to be outside in the stillness of white when he'd just warned people to be careful, but Sam felt like he knew the town well enough that he was the exception. More than that, he needed to get out of the museum and busy doing something other than sitting around and wondering what Dean was doing. Or worse, what Shannon was doing.

He needed something to focus on and the prospect of heading to the gas station for supplies had been something he'd jumped up into a priority. He moved towards the church door the snow crunching underfoot. He reached out and knocked, jamming his hands in his pockets for warmth as he waited.


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