S. WINchester (i_speaklatin) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-09-23 09:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | sam winchester, winifred burkle |
That Wasn't There a Minute ago... (Fred, Sam)
Convenience store, three blocks down. Sam had seen it when he and Dean had driven up, and he figured if he couldn't sleep he wasn't just going to lie there. There was light outside, anyway; close enough to morning. He laced up his shoes, put on his jacket, and slid out of the room quietly to keep from waking his brother. Three minutes later he was walking down the sidewalk, hands deep in his pockets, trying to figure out what was going on so he could then figure out some kind of plan. Sam liked to have a plan. He liked things to make sense.
He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, which is probably why he almost ran into the Magic Shop's wall when the whole building came out of absolutely nowhere. Sam pulled up short, reaching for a gun he didn't have (oh, brilliant, Sam) and then stopped. Blinked. Stared. He looked left: totally different street. He looked right: was that a park? He looked behind him. Parking lot.
"What the hell?!"