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Sam Winchester (i_needsaving) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2010-03-01 16:04:00

Current mood:	green
Entry tags:	march madness, sam winchester, winifred burkle

When Sam rolled out of bed and into the shower that morning, he'd just grabbed the first clean shirt that he could get his hands on. He didn't really know where half of his clothes had come from, despite the fact that he still had to do his laundry from time to time. He certainly hadn't had much on him when he had arrived. But this was a new shirt, he was sure of it. It just happened to be in his closet. It just happened to be green.

When he came out of the shower, tugging the green shirt over abs that would make Twilight and Supernatural fans alike want to bake cookies on his stomach and sigh when said shirt met his jeans, he went back to the closet to grab another layer--wondering what was up with the crack-fic commentary in his head. Was it something in the City air? And what was up with all the green? Was it March already?

Green, green, green. Button-downs. Tees. Everything but his jeans and his old jacket, and whatever dirty laundry was stuffed into the hamper that was in need of taking to the laundromat. He glanced down. Even his boxers were green plaid. He went to his drawer and pulled out a pair of socks. "Thank God." They were regular, white-and-gray crew socks. He didn't think he could have dealt with argyle.

Not when he was hearing strange noises from the kitchen area. He poked his head out once he was satisfactorily dressed, his brow furrowing at the sight of an open cupboard door. He didn't remember leaving anything open the night before, but he shrugged it off and turned on his computer. Another scuffling, scurrying noise, followed by a creak, and then a thump. He peered into the kitchen again and the cupboard door was shut. Was it his imagination, or did the revolving corner cupboard swing on its carousel an inch or two? "Oh, no, you don't..."

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i_figure
2010-03-02 04:58 am UTC (link)

Fred just moved back and stared. Drunken leprechauns were just so..weird. She'd dealt with so many things in her relatively short life, but this was just...weird.

"They're drunk." It was stating the obvious, but...they were drunk! Drunk leprechauns were singing in their barely dressed state. She stepped back, far enough so that she was leaning lightly against him. He was real. Drunken leprechauns were not. No, they were not. "Lucky would be so ashamed. unless that's why he keeps eating the cereal. Maybe Lucky's got a habit, though drinking doesn't really give people the munchies does it? No..."

"What do we do?" Her voice dropped; pissed off drunken leprechauns seemed like a bad idea.

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i_needsaving
2010-03-02 02:18 pm UTC (link)

Sam just stood there in perplexed silence for a moment as the little people in the cabinet continued their chorus. One part of his mind was aware that the pretty girl was leaning on him, and the rest was fixated on the leprechauns. They certainly were drunk.

"Well, they don't seem to be doing any harm," he said finally, lowering his voice to match hers. "Maybe they'll pass out and sleep it off..." He chuckled. "This is way out of my scope of practice. Maybe we should just let them be for now, and see if we can find out more about them."

Unless the leprechauns were in the mood to chat?

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i_figure
2010-03-03 01:55 am UTC (link)

Fred wasn't trying to give him the wrong idea, but he was real. She knew he was real. The leprechauns? Well, they looked and sounded and definitely smelled real enough, but they weren't. They were like the Cupids, right?

"We better not ask them for their gold. They're probably going to jinx us. They're probably very unlucky." Her voice still hushed, but it didn't seem to work, seeing as the City seemed to have gotten it right this time - luck and gold caught the pair of drunken fellows attention. The way they looked at poor Fred was not at all good. She didn't move away, though; she really couldn't. There was a very tall American not-Wesley-but-sort-of-Wesley behind her.

"Not that I think y'all are. I've never met a leprechaun before, so I don't know how it all works?" They just stared. She hoped that they weren't thinking of doing some weird magic.

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	i_needsaving 2010-03-03 02:43 am UTC (link)
	Sam hoped he wasn't giving Fred the wrong impression, but she seemed a little bit concerned, so he put his hand on her upper back in an attempt to be reassuring. He stared back at the leprechauns as they faced off with Fred. "Oh, you mean we're supposed to tell you where the gold is?" he asked sardonically. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_figure
2010-03-03 02:54 am UTC (link)

The leprechauns' attention shifted from the physicist to the big man. They didn't seem to be very pleased with the question. No, this wasn't good. She didn't seem to mind the hand to her back, but she thought maybe leaving was a good idea.

"We should maybe leave them to their drinking?" She turned to look up at him, whispering again. "You don't have more, do you? And why are they getting drunk?" As if Sam would really know.

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	i_needsaving 2010-03-03 04:14 am UTC (link)
	"Sorry!" Sam said, grimacing and raising his other arm in a half shrug. "Sorry." He pressed his lips together pensively as he looked down at Fred. "I didn't realize I had that," he said, "But I think there's a few beers in the fridge. Or the cooler. Somewhere. If you think that would help?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_figure
2010-03-03 04:18 am UTC (link)

"No, I think drunken leprechauns are probably not a good thing, but I'm trying awfully hard not to stereotype. They don't seem like overly bad drunks. We should probably just avoid the 'l' and 'g' words." Fred nodded, before peeking over her shoulder at the drunken pair in question.

"Though wouldn't it be great if they had gold? I've always wondered what leprechaun gold was like. I guess it'd be like other gold, doesn't make any sense for it to be different. Unless it had some sort of residual mgic or something. That'd be different wouldn't it?" The leprechauns were eying the human pair, well, mostly human. There was no way that tall thing could be human. No way at all.

They returned to their drinking and singing soon enough, but who knew how long it'd last seeing as that bottle would be empty with a few more chugs, especially the way those two were downing it.

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i_needsaving
2010-03-03 04:32 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, no kidding," Sam said, following Fred's gaze. Was it his imagination, or did the little people seemed dubious about him? He probably looked like some kind of big-foot to them, even if he had just shaved. "I wonder if they have..." He mouthed the word rainbow "Bureaus to which they have to report the income generated from...you know. Like the IRS."

"So..." he glanced around the room, a little flabbergasted, trying to think of something else to talk about that did not involve the L words or the G words. Or the rainbows. "Babylon 5 was on last night."

He was being facetious of course. And he sounded like a nerd.

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i_figure
2010-03-03 04:42 am UTC (link)

Fred was trying not to laugh at that one. Rainbow Bureaus? Her head tilted a little at the Babylon 5; her lips parted as if she were going to say something, but...

"Are you drunk, too? Did you get them drunk?!? I know they're magical, but really? They're so tiny, and cute." She looked over her shoulder at the leprechauns. "Well, they could be cute if you squint a little and pretend they're not drinking what has to be 90 proof alcohol. Probably, maybe. Maybe if they had on more clothes?" She looked back up at him.

"You didn't steal there..." She mouthed g-o-l-d. "Not that I think you'd really do that because you seem on the up and up as long as you aren't keeping secrets. Well, the other you, I don't know this you, you you that is you now you not the other you who was the you before you, the you that I know of you, not the you you here, you." The room had grown somewhat quiet as Fred had started that strange bit of talking mainly because the singing behind her had stopped.

Fred looked slowly over her shoulder at two large sets of widened eyes. The leprechauns leaned in and whispered before standing, gathering their clothes, and starting to head to the door. They paused on their way, though, just long enough to leave the rest of whatever they'd been drinking - just one or two shots worth really - at Sam's feet.

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	i_needsaving 2010-03-03 05:50 am UTC (link)
	Sam just shook his head, chuckling at her musings. "I thought you said no pets?" he teased, before falling silent as he noticed that they were being watched again. "Was it something we said?" he asked, puzzled, and staring the proffered beverage. "Or..." He glanced at Fred. Were the leprechauns trying to tell them something? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_figure
2010-03-03 07:38 am UTC (link)

Fred watched the two leprechauns, not at all expecting that reaction. The two leprechauns didn't even look back at the "human" pair; the tall one was not at all human - they had decided? Fred looked up at Sam, brows furrowing.

"I don't know. They...this is very odd. They were a little drunk? They left some for you?" She looked down at the bottle then back up at him. "Are you sure this never happened to you before? I know this has never happened to me, but this has never happened to you?"

Fred hoped something like this didn't happen to her. She thought through the many encounters. "No, no, this is very strange, and there were demons who wanted to cut my head off and stick it on their leader's body. That's saying a lot, isn't it? I know your demons and my demons aren't the same, but they could be very dangerous."

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	i_needsaving 2010-03-03 07:48 pm UTC (link)
	Sam shook his head, eyes wide. "Never. I've run into changelings, and even an anti-Claus, but never leprechauns." He shrugged. "I guess we can worry about them later," he said softly, "I'm glad you didn't get your head transplanted." What? "So..." No more Babylon 5. "Now what?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_figure
2010-03-03 07:54 pm UTC (link)

"We could follow them. See where they go. Although it will be a little difficult to trail them without their noticing, seeing as they're little bitty and..." Fred looked up at him. "We're not. Actually you're not, I'm more of an average size."

She smiled at him, not meaning to insult him at all. Fred liked Sam, and this one even made funnies. Who knew Sam could make funnies?

"It's not like we need money or gold, but they might lead us to the uhm..headquarters? Do leprechauns have headquarters? We could go to the Library!" Yes, that seemed like a good plan.

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i_needsaving
2010-03-03 11:24 pm UTC (link)

Sam chuckled. If he'd been actually drunk, he might have muttered something about "all the better to sweep you off your feet." But he wasn't drunk--at least he didn't think so--so he held his tongue. For now. Even if it would have served Fred right for picking on him since the minute he didn't recognize her.

Which he still couldn't quite put his finger on.

"The Library," he echoed, "Seems like as good a place as any. Unless you really wanted to follow Merry and Pippin, there."

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i_figure
2010-03-03 11:34 pm UTC (link)

Fred leaned over to grab the bottle, no sense in it getting knocked over, and stopped. He actually said that? She finished grabbing up the bottle and stood, stepping back to look at him. Her head tilted a little as she looked at him.

"Lord of the Rings? Babylon 5? Making jokes? Who are you, and what have you done with Sam Winchester? Or are you normally this silly and nerdy? The whole broody, pensive thing is just some act that you put on to look like a hero because for the most part heroes, champions, whatever you wanna call them tend to do the broody pensive thing much more than the silly, nerdy thing. Not that they are mutually...no, no, they are mutually exclusive." She turned around and set the bottle on the closest flat surface. "Unless you're really and truly you, and you're acting for some reason. Or you're from a time in which broody pensive Sam is no longer needed. You solved the whole big apocalypse, there was an apocalypse, right?"

She glanced back at him before grabbing up her clipboard and her cooled coffee. "Hmm. This is definitely something to think about."

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i_needsaving
2010-03-04 01:43 am UTC (link)

Sam chuckled, crossing his arms and tipping his head curiously as he watched her. It was true. He wasn't usually this carefree. He just wasn't quite sure he could explain it.

"What, you'd prefer it if I spent every waking moment--and most of the sleeping ones--brooding over the fact that the last time I saw my brother, we parted on less than good terms? The fact that the big guy of the bad guys wants to wear me to the prom--and that we're nowhere near solving the whole apocalypse thing?"

He sighed. "I can do that too."

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i_figure
2010-03-04 01:53 am UTC (link)

Fred turned and looked at him. The smile softening with a hint of sadness. She walked back to him and rested her hand where his arms crossed.

"Sorry. Just. Okay, when did you come from? Leprechauns sort of trumped the 'Hi, I'm a new Sam; I really don't know you, you crazy little girl' thing. So, want to grab some food, and warmer coffee? Or just walk. We can still trail them. I didn't mean to bring you down. Or make you be broody and pensive." She shook her head. "Com'on. Put on some more flannel and let's head out."

She took a few steps. "When you looked at your clothes this morning, did it seem like everything you had was green?"

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i_needsaving
2010-03-04 02:02 am UTC (link)

Sam shrugged, as if he were trying to shake off the melancholy. Whether it was working, or not, that was another story.

"I came from...October of 2009, I think," he said, walking over to grab the jacket from the bed. "And yeah," he added, tugging one of the layers aside to reveal a green tee underneath the button-down. "Lots of green."

Another shrug. "What's it like outside?"

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