On the fourth day of Christmas, Supernatural gave to me, four bags of salt (three demons, two fake ID's, and an Angel watching pornography)
The shop attendant stared at Sam. He'd just set four bags of salt on the checkout counter. He didn't say anything, just pulled out the money needed to pay for it. The shop attendant continued to stare, as if trying to work out some way that four of their largest bags of salt could be used to commit some sort of crime. Sam knew not to come up with any sort of explanation, just act as if this was the most normal thing in the world to be doing. He placed the bills on the counter, not breaking eye contact.
Really, he'd needed the salt because they'd run out of salt in their most recent case, after the demons had attacked Sam. They tended to just stock up all at one stop, and not waste time spreading it all around like they might do if stocking up on weapons.
The man gave him his change just as Dean walked into the shop after filling up the Impala with gas. "Hey, Sammy! You got the salt? Great, we gotta go." Sam nodded, only now breaking eye contact with the man at the counter. The man looked suspicious, "You need help with that?" Sam laughed quietly, "No." He slung two of the bags over his shoulder, and carried two in his arms. The man at the checkout counter seemed impressed, and shrugged putting the cash in the register. Sam walked out to the Impala, filling the milk jugs that they used to store the salt in.
Sam thought briefly about the demons that had used up the rest of their salt supply, and how Cas had rescued him. He tried to briefly convince himself that he wasn't disappointed that it wasn't Gabriel that had rescued him. He sighed as he climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala.
"You okay dude?" Sam looked up at Dean, "Yeah. Yeah, just thinking about stuff, I'm fine."
But who was he really trying to convince with this? He kinda liked the little shit Gabriel.
A/N: Okay. Why am I up at like, one in the morning? Don't ask. Really. Don't. I don't know. probably cause I'm stupid. Who knows. Who knows... But, uh, so yeah. How did you like this chapter? I'm starting to get into Sabriel stuff. Sort of? I guess... I mean, he kind of called Gabriel a little shit, so... you know, he's kind of getting over stuff, so... you know. I know I'm saying 'so' a lot... so... yeah. That's that.
I know I don't say this enough, but really. Thank you. I know I thanked all of you that have favorited me in the happy holidays PM thing, but really. Thank you. All of you. Thank you SO much. Thank you. THANK YOU. Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! I love you all. That may sound a little weird because I've never met you guys. So... (Urgh. I'm like Cath with 'just' (tell me in the comments if you get that reference!) (And I typed in 'So' there, but then I deleted it before I just sounded really really stupid. Just... No. No.)
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Can I please explain the 'Thanks!' thing that I always do? It's not as a thanks if you like or comment. It's a 'Thanks for sticking with me for this stuff'. Because I always want to tell you that you guys are the absolute best. So, Thanks!