Largofan: This feels kind of weird. I didn't really intend to post these, but I realized I reference in 'Through the Looking Glass' some of the stuff mentioned in these and I hate it when Charlaine Harris who writes the Sookie Stackhouse novels does that. A lot of these also just have relationship building between characters, so you can see why Largo is slowly excepted into the Winchester's makeshift family.
L: Don't own, don't sue, no money
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Sam takes Largo to Walmart, hoping to get her everything at once.
"I really hope I don't end up on people of Walmart," she says with mild dread, looking at the Supercenter apprehensively and Sam frowns.
"People of Walmart?" he asks as they head inside, Largo hoping that no one notices the fact that she isn't wearing shoes, and that no one had peed, pooped, vomited, or spit on the floors.
"Yeah, it's a website that has all these pictures you can comment on about the plain bizarre people who shop at Walmart," she explains as she gets a cart and Sam nods, his mind going to some of the weird people he had seen at the chain before as they pass a woman breast feeding with out a blanket or anything.
"Do I have a budget?" Largo asks and Sam shakes his head.
"No, we're buying on credit."
"Alright then," she says and goes into shopping mode, charging through the crowds with a confident stride and not caring if she cuts in front of people with little more then a 'scuse me'. As they work their way through the pharmaceutical and hygiene sections. Sam is thoroughly embarrassed, stopping to apologize frequently and managing to lose sight of her repeatedly.
"What's the rush?" he hisses as she takes off to the back of the store like she'd just pulled out on the Audubon with no traffic.
"What rush?" she asks as she zips past someone coming out of a side aisle, nearly crashing into them and not sparing them a second glance.
"I'm so sorry about her," Sam tells the rotund woman that was glaring and hurries after her. "You're rushing," he says.
"No I'm not, this is my normal pace when I'm shopping."
"Why are we in Electronics?"
"One, Dean thinks it'd be a good idea if I just stay with Bobby, and if I do that, I want to digitize his library, so I will need a computer. Two, I want to see what else is different between here and where I come from," she tells him as she looks over titles in the television section. She recognizes most, spotting new things like Dr. Sexy M.D., but also notices absences.
"Have you heard of Criminal Minds?"
"No, what's that?"
"Never mind," she says, but secretly hopes that it isn't a show here because it's real.
"Why don't you get a net book?" he asks when they reach the laptop display, agreeing that it would be a good idea for her to have one. He gets an unamused look at his suggestion.
"Why don't you try typing on it and then ask me again if I want a net book." Sam frowns at her, but goes to type and realizes that the key board is tiny and concedes the point.
"What about this one then?" he asks, pointing at the cheapest.
"Sam! Let me pick out my own laptop. It's not like I'm getting a Mac," she says, mildly annoyed. Sam gives her a bitch face, but stands back after she nudges him with the cart.
"I want this one," she says after reading over the information on each of them and looking the display models over.
"Alright, get an employee," he says and she shifts uncomfortably as she stares at him, both lips disappearing into her mouth. "What?" he asks after a minute of her staring.
"I don't like talking to strangers," she says and he gives her a disbelieving look, but they hadn't even gotten to clothing yet, so he goes and gets an employee.
"What about this?" Sam asks after twenty minutes in the clothing section, holding up a blue, plaid shirt to try and speed things up and gets a dead pan stare.
"Sam, I don't wear plaid. I know that might sound like blasphemy to you, but I don't," she says and he pouts.
"What's wrong with plaid?"
"Nothing's wrong with it, I just don't wear it. Why don't you go sit down on that bench over there by the fitting rooms," she says, shifting uncomfortably as she glances at the underwear section. She already had enough clothing and had just been wondering how to get rid of Sam to get over there alone.
"Why?"
"I need underwear and don't want you hovering, alright?" she asks and Sam blushes slightly, taking the cart and hurrying over to the bench as the ginger disappears into the rows of feminine undergarments.
"Alright, anything else?" Sam says once she's back.
"I'm hungry and I really don't want to eat greasy fast food. I don't think my stomach can handle it," she says and he smiles, nodding, hoping he'd have someone who liked health food. He makes the mistake of handing the cart back over as he leads the way. Largo tests the balance of the cart a few times, before treating it like a scooter and racing past Sam. He rolls his eyes, though is a bit impressed as she some how manages to steer around the display at the end. He has to jog after her to catch up.
"Must you keep doing that!?" he asks after having to take off after her again.
"It's fun," she chirps as she kicks off again.
Sam is relieved when they finally pay for everything.
"I'm pushing the cart," he says, gripping the handle tightly and giving the girl a look. She pouts at him, but nods, feeling bad for him having to deal with her shopping, Rue had hated it. Sam thinks he's won the argument until they get outside and Largo hops onto the front as he waits for a car, wanting to make Sam have some fun.
"Get off."
"No."
"Come on," he grumps, rolling his eyes at her antics as he pushes her across the pedestrian walk.
"Nope, you have to use it as a scooter and try not to smash me into a car," she says with a grin. Sam sighs, but tests the balance a bit. He hadn't been able to do this since he was a teenager. He weighed to much because of his height. When the cart doesn't tip back, he decides to go for it.
Longer, more well muscled legs get the two of them going faster then what Largo had been managing on her own. The two zip right past the rental car and they look at each other with wide eyes before they hit the grassy divider at the end of the row and go tumbling.
"Okay, that's a little fun but don't tell Dean," he says, both on a slight high from the mild rush, getting a conspiratorial smirk from the ginger as they gather up the bags that had gone everywhere.
"I suppose," she drawls out and they slowly wheel back to the rental.
"Oh, and if you like Lady Gaga, just wait for her next CD, the fame monster to come out," Largo says once they're back in the car, since it did have a jack for mp3 players and Just Dance had come on when Sam started the car.
"I do, I take it, it's good?" he asks and she nods.
"Oh yeah, and then her next one, 'Born this Way', though I'd love to hear Castiel's opinion on her song 'Judas'," she says and the two talk about music as they go back to the motel.
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Largofan: They never say what kind of music Sam listens to, so I can imagine him being a monster. These will be posted on Wednesdays between the chapters of Through the Looking Glass around where they take place.