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Who: Soulless!Sam Winchester and YOU
What: Sam going through his routine for the day.
When: Wednesday, Oct. 12
Where: Anywhere!
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I apologize in advance for anything that comes out of his mouth. Also, actionspam or prose is fine with me -- pick your poison.

[Sam's got his day down to a science at this point. He spends most nights in the library, because not a lot of people are around and it's the best time to get some actual work done. He spends most days down at the Pie Hole doing his job. When he wants to go out for a drink, he heads to the Death Match.

He avoids the Lux. He knows he upset Jo, though he's not entirely sure WHY, and isn't looking to generate any more awkward from that.

Any other time of day, you can probably find him out and around the castle, with his dogs, without his dogs, whatever the case may be. It's choose your own adventure -- Winchester style!]

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What with the recent pandemonium over getting thrown out of the castle, Alan's taken the time to settle back into his new room before deciding to go out again. After all, the paths outside are still drowning in leaves - he's not in any hurry, but he does need the chance to stretch his legs.

This afternoon finds Alan standing outside the Pie Hole, remembering that the last time he was there - for free pie - it was delicious. Maybe it's about time for a treat. The programmer opens the door of the restaurant and steps inside to look around and absorb the atmosphere. "Hello?"

Sam looked up from the table he was currently servicing before nodding. "Hi. Grab a table and I'll be with you in a second."

The pie wasn't as good as it was when Chuck was here, but there was still pie, so there was no reason that Sam couldn't sell it. Which was what he intended to do until he found another baker.

"Thanks," Alan answered as he returned the nod. He settled into a seat near the wall and took a moment to breathe in the scent of pie. Already it was relaxing.

At least until he realized: he didn't have a free pie slip anymore, obviously, but what did people use for currency here? Especially since a castle resident could just wish for it.

This could pose a problem - he'd have to ask the young man waiting tables. How embarrassing.

After a minute, Sam wandered over and gave him a thin smile. "Hi. I'm Sam. What can I get you?"

In and out. Hopefully this guy wouldn't want to chat too much -- Sam was finding that he wasn't so good at it lately.

Sam didn't seem very excited to begin with, and now Alan was probably going to make it worse. But he had to ask. "Sorry," he apologized, "but how does currency work outside the castle? I'm afraid that other than the free pie that was offered when this reopened, I've only eaten at the castle."

"Caisos," Sam replied. "You can either ask the castle for them or get a job to earn them, but everything in town works in caisos."

It's not Sam's fault, and it's not Alan's either. Sam just ... doesn't really care.

Alan nods; he's going to have to ask the castle for them, but he's not shameless enough to wish for caisos right in front of Sam. "Alright," he responds. Something's a little strained, like when he tries to talk Sam Flynn into taking over the company and the young man cuts him off, not wanting to talk about it.

"So...what sort of pie have you got today?"

"Apple, blueberry, coconut creme and pumpkin." Not the most creative pies in the world, but they did the trick for now.

"I'll take a slice of your pumpkin pie then, please," he requested with a smile. It was autumn after all, even if it wasn't quite Thanksgiving yet. If the castle even acknowledged the holiday - Alan wasn't sure.

The castle acknowledged all the holidays. Really. Even the little ones. It wasn't always in a pleasant way, but it was enough.

Sam nodded as he made note of that, before looking up at him again. "Anything to drink?"

"Just water," he said with a nod to Sam, tacking a 'please' onto the end. Hm, he had to reconsider - maybe Sam wasn't as aloof as he thought.

Hopefully the castle itself didn't decide to play tricks on the residents for 'trick or treating'.

Sam was ... complicated right now. It's rather hard to explain because he didn't even know what's going on with him. He made a note of it on his pad before nodding and turning to head back to the kitchen.

"I'll be right back with your water."

Having no soul would do that to a person.

Alan nodded, murmuring a quiet thank-you to Sam before relaxing back into the chair to absorb more of the atmosphere. Once he's sure Sam isn't going to turn around and see him, he wishes up what's hopefully enough caisos for a slice of pie and pockets them.

Sam wasn't stupid. He figured that was what the guy was probably up to, but he wasn't going to call him on it, either. So long as the guy paid, he didn't care.

And, as promised, a few minutes later he's back with the piece of pie and the water. "Let me know if you need anything else."

At least it's not hustling or credit card fraud. Alan still felt guilty, though - but what was there that he could do around the town for caisos, anyway? He shrugged internally.

"Thank you," he smiles before thinking back to the last time he was here. "Say, what happened to the woman who runs this place? I'm surprised I didn't see her. Busy baking in the back, maybe?" Not that he was complaining about Sam - the woman just hadn't seemed the type to not be at her own little restaurant, helping out.

"Nope, she's gone." It's blunt and to the point, because Sam isn't much for sparing feelings lately. "Castle bounced her back a few weeks ago."

"Sorry to hear that," Alan says; there Sam is with being drawn-off, not caring. Maybe he didn't know her that well - or maybe he just doesn't want to show it. The real explanation would never cross his mind. "It tends to act suddenly, but it's always a little surprising to see who goes."

He shrugged. "You get used to it after a while. And they pretty much always come back."

"Not quite sure if that's good or bad," he admits wryly, raising both eyebrows. His loved ones around him would be a good thing, if there wasn't such a price for coming to Paradisa.

Sam shrugs again. "Place isn't much different from home for me, so I can't really say either way myself."

His eyebrows furrow - this castle isn't so different from home? Alan does not want to live in the Supernatural universe, Sam. "It isn't?"

No one wants to live in the Supernatural universe, Alan. Not even the people who actually live there.

"Nope," Sam shrugged. "I got used to things around here pretty quickly."

True, but Sam and Dean aren't quite good enough at acting to make it in other worlds!

"Oh," he says for a moment. That's certainly a first. "I'm sorry," he adds - it's not his fault, but he still doesn't think he'd wish this world - or one like it, in Sam's case - on anyone.

He shrugged again. "Just the way the world works. Nothing you can do about it."

"Yeah, you're right." Nothing like a computer, where he can go in, change a few lines of code, compile, and viola, changes complete.

He's not sure what else to say, at least for now, so he'll drop the topic. "Thanks for the pie, Sam."

"No problem. Let me know if you need anything else."

And with that, he'll wander back to the counter to keep working.

Alan nods at Sam's words and turns back to his slice of pie, having gotten some food for thought to accompany it.

He slowly makes his way through his pie, finishing after about ten minutes have passed. Alan waves Sam over before reaching to his pocket for the wished-for caisos.

Sam makes his way over and gives him a smile that .. is a little too empty and might be bordering on creepy. "Anything else?"

"No, I'm good, thanks." While Sam hadn't made Alan feel unwelcome, he kept noticing that something was a little off. "How much will that be?" So that he could pay with his ~~stolen~~borrowed-from-the-castle-caisos.

Sam rambled off the price as he grabbed the plastic tub to start to clear the dishes.

Alan counts out the required caisos, then adds extra - while he'd been a little confused at points, Sam had gone out of his way to answer Alan's questions, much better than any hurried waitstaff back in Center City. "Here you are. Thanks again."

"No problem. Have a good one."

And with that, he'll go back to work.

"You too." Alan waves before making his exit.

[Lois is working late tonight, and just brewed up a fresh pot of coffee, when she sees movement out there amongst the desks. She glances around the corner, and smiles when she sees who it is]

Sam?

[glances up at the sound of his name, before nodding]

Hey, Lois.

Been a little while. Just doing some light reading or this some kind of secret project I can be nosy about?

[shrugs]

Just reading up on some stuff from home. Trying to stay sharp.

[current reading material? Wendigos and rugarus. Yay cannibalism?]

I would question why you think we're going to need to be prepared for a sudden invasion of werewolves, but... considering where we are? I think you might have a point.

[a bit of a smile]

Never can be too careful in a place like this.

Have you heard of anything lately the rest of us should keep an eye out for?

[shakes his head]

Halloween's coming up, though. The castle's made some ... interesting choices that way in the past.

I was here for last year's. It wasn't that horrible, all things considered.

There was one of 'em where there was a massive monster invasion. Zombies, vampires -- whole nine.

Haven't we met our vampire quota this year already?

[shrugs]

Castle never does the same thing twice but -- doesn't mean it won't find something else to invade us with.

At least we're used to monsters and the unexpected around here. I'm sure we'll manage.

[shrugs]

Fair enough.

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