Livian: Sure Sammy!
Sam: Sam, not Sammy. Sammy sounds like a chubby 12 year old and I am not a chubby 12-year-old Livian.
Livian giggled.
Livian: I know but old habits die hard.
Sam: Just go get the salt.
Livian giggled again before going over to him and giving him a hug, then she pecked his cheek. She walked out the door and into her truck. She loved her truck, but it got lonely sometimes given Sam always rode with Dean. Although Cas sometimes dropped in, but he would usually leave when she was in the middle of her sentence. Stupid pretty boy angel.
*^*^*^ Livian: I m back!
She set the bag on the table. Sam glanced up from his laptop and sighed.
Sam: Livian... sweetheart... that is sugar.
Livian: ...What...
Sam: That is sugar, not salt.
Livian: What are you talking about this is clearly salt?
Sam: Did you even look at the bag when you picked it?
Livian: ...Yes...
Sam: What am I going to do with you?
Livian: I ll go back.
1 Hour Later
Sam: So what are we going to do with 5 pounds of sugar?
Livian stared at the bag.
Sam: Don t eat it.
Livian: But...
Sam: No
Livian: But what are we going to do with it?
Sam: Gabriel... We will give it to Gabriel.
He ll share with me Livian thought, then burst out in cackling laughter. Sam looked at her like she was crazy.