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Tweak says, "Get off your knees"

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
2010-03-04 02:16 am UTC (link)

There was the Sam Winchester she usually expected. Not that he wasn't happy or sort of happy or at least smiled sometimes, but there was something going on in that head of his that he just didn't want to let go. Fred did a great job of reminding him, didn't she?

"It's green. Everything is green. It's scary how green. Even my underwear is green. Which is sort of weird because usually I don't care if my unmentionables match, just sort of glad I have them. Though there is something freeing about not having to worry about wearing underwear." She was now in her own special place, or just talking to cover the awkward.

"You can't wear what you don't have, now can you?" She looked up at him, quickly deciding to change the topic. "It's green. The City must have it in its head it's a good time to go green. Which is a really weird thing to say. October 2009. I don't think you were from there, then, not the other you."

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i_needsaving
2010-03-04 02:28 am UTC (link)

Sam just stood there blinking for a moment as Fred babbled on--speaking of Babylon--about her underwear. He may have been the more gentlemanly of the Winchester brothers, but he was still. Well. A guy.

At least he wasn't the only one whose clothing had suffered a makeover right down to the underwear.

"I guess. St. Patrick's day, and all. I wonder if the beer in the fridge is green too," he muttered absentmindedly, thinking out loud. "Which means I've been here for five months, and you didn't even call?" he smirked. "Some fiance you are, young lady."

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