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[imnot_likeyou]

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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[imnot_likeyou]

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

[is0latedthinker.livejournal.com]

"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.

[imnot_likeyou]

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

[is0latedthinker.livejournal.com]

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?"

[imnot_likeyou]

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."

[is0latedthinker.livejournal.com]

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.

[imnot_likeyou]

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

[is0latedthinker.livejournal.com]

"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."

[imnot_likeyou]

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

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

[is0latedthinker.livejournal.com]

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.

[imnot_likeyou]

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

[is0latedthinker.livejournal.com]

"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 stolenborrowed-from-the-castle-caisos.

[imnot_likeyou]

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

[is0latedthinker.livejournal.com]

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."

[imnot_likeyou]

"No problem. Have a good one."

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

[is0latedthinker.livejournal.com]

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