Sam Explains
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Title: Sam Explains
Author: IsaacSapphire
Fandom: Supernatural (American TV show)
Wordcount: 100 on the dot
Rating: K+
Pairing(s): none
Warnings/categories: one minor swear, humor
Reviews: Constructive criticism and praise are always welcome. Heck, flames are ok too.
Synopsis: Sam explains to the maid why they have salt lines in the hotel room.
Timeline: Whenever. Not particularly relevant.
Spoiler warning: None.
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"What the hell? Is this salt?" The maid reached for a dustpan to brush the salt line off the windowsill.
They never had maid service, but she was also the motel owner; they couldn't keep her out.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" Sam said in a confidential tone as he stood and gestured for her to follow him outside. He shut the door, but Dean could hear what he said just fine.
"I'm really sorry about the salt. Dean suffers from a slug phobia. We're working on it, but his psychologist says it's better to humor him until desensitization is complete."
"Sam!"