Sam was in a good mood. They'd secured the Dharma -- (philosophical much?) -- bunker with little incident, and the spiny demon Dean had described apparently hadn't caused any trouble. Thanks to May's spaghetti dinner, a gloriously hot shower, an actual bed, and a surprising lack of nightmares, Sam felt better than he had in weeks. The knowledge that at some point Dean would tell him far more than he wanted to hear about his sexcapades with Faith didn't dampen his spirits one bit. In fact, he was already thinking of choice put downs to keep his brother's ego in check.
John fell into step beside Sam as he approached the cafeteria. "Good morning," the older man said with quiet smile. Somehow he'd found the time to clean the clothes he'd been wearing for the past few days, and only carried one sheathed knife. Sam felt similarly secure in the bunker; he'd only taken the 9 mm handgun with him.
"Morning," Sam returned. "How's Daisy?"
John's smile grew wider. "Doing well. Sleeping soundly." He inhaled the aroma of coffee, eggs, and bacon wafting from the cafeteria. "I'll bring a plate back to the room for her."
Sam nodded. The pair strode into the cafeteria to find several of the survivors chowing down on a very American breakfast. They exchanged hellos with the group, helped themselves to the rapidly diminishing mounds of food, and sat with the others.
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[Sam] It's a beautiful day. (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-24 07:34 pm (UTC)John fell into step beside Sam as he approached the cafeteria. "Good morning," the older man said with quiet smile. Somehow he'd found the time to clean the clothes he'd been wearing for the past few days, and only carried one sheathed knife. Sam felt similarly secure in the bunker; he'd only taken the 9 mm handgun with him.
"Morning," Sam returned. "How's Daisy?"
John's smile grew wider. "Doing well. Sleeping soundly." He inhaled the aroma of coffee, eggs, and bacon wafting from the cafeteria. "I'll bring a plate back to the room for her."
Sam nodded. The pair strode into the cafeteria to find several of the survivors chowing down on a very American breakfast. They exchanged hellos with the group, helped themselves to the rapidly diminishing mounds of food, and sat with the others.