Post by Jilak on Sept 27, 2010 21:27:10 GMT -5
Sam pulled off his own jacket and plopped down without word back to Dean. There wasn't much he could say, really. Tonight had been too splendid to comment on. They'd been hit by a car, saved by two rather pretentious angels from near-death situations, and were now going to have to sleep in a forest. A creepy forest. At night. With no rock salt shotgun, no iron, no... no chalk. None of it. But at least, Samuel surmised, it wasn't raining.
...no, that statement wasn't meant to be ironic. Of course it's not going to start raining, what sort of person do you take me to be? Now shoo. Go on now, shoo, this is the end of the post and the end of the thread. Go put up some cupboards or something.
...you haven't left yet. See, these false expectations are what are ruining America today. You expect it to start raining and follow tradition, but it's not, because I don't follow tradition. So go on now. Mush.
...for the last time, it's not going to--
Sam frowned as it began to rain.
...no, that statement wasn't meant to be ironic. Of course it's not going to start raining, what sort of person do you take me to be? Now shoo. Go on now, shoo, this is the end of the post and the end of the thread. Go put up some cupboards or something.
...you haven't left yet. See, these false expectations are what are ruining America today. You expect it to start raining and follow tradition, but it's not, because I don't follow tradition. So go on now. Mush.
...for the last time, it's not going to--
Sam frowned as it began to rain.
