May 2nd 2013 - 11:19 PM

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Faith Lehane was one of the last people Sam Winchester expected to see at Harvelle�s Roadhouse.  But he removed his wet jacket, laid it across an empty stool, and took a seat at the counter next to her.  The barkeep, a woman who Sam once knew, brought them two shot glasses and a bottle of Kentucky bourbon.  She stepped away without saying anything, which was just as well.

Sam poured Faith a shot, then filled his own glass, �I�d rather not think of Dean in full Monty mode, if you don�t mind.  As to where he is, I�m not on Dean watch tonight.  But you can try him on his phone.  If he�ll pick up.  He�s more likely to pick up if you�re calling him.�

Sam slugged back a shot of the amber liquid and relished the smoky flavor and the burn down his throat.  He poured himself another.  �Nasty weather out there.  But that�s all it is.  No monsters taking shape from the veils or rain.  No demons being shocked to life by bolts of lightning.  That I know of.  And if they are, too bad.  The Winchesters are on R&R for the week.�

May 1st 2013 - 12:46 PM

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Faith needed to undwind. The cases she had worked on with the Winchesters could be draining. It requied more personal involvement then just drilling a stake through
a vampire's heart. She had noticed the little road side bar from the road the night before so she went there. Tonight she just wanted to throw a few back. The slayer
was sitting at the bar with her back to the door when Sam walked in. She was throwing back another shot when she notice the woman behind the bar. She was wiping down
the counter and froze to stare at the young man. The slayer turned around to see the dampened young man. "It's raining out there Sammy," she motioned for him to come
over and take a seat. She threw up her hand getting the bartender's attention for two drinks. "Relax it's just a drink I am not about to rip your clothes off or anything.
Only one guy I want full monty these days," she picked up her new drink."Where is that hot brother of yours tonight anyway?" she cocked her head.

Apr 1st 2013 - 11:11 AM

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The rain was coming down in sheets on this April evening when Sam pulled the Impala into a parking place outside Harvelle�s Roadhouse, a legendary hunter�s bar located off a back road in central Nebraska.  The windshield wipers slapped a rhythm out of synch with the beat of Kansas� �Wayward Son� coming from the Impala�s speakers.  Sam draped his arms over the steering wheel and peered through the water smeared glass into the roadhouse.  The light inside was warm and inviting, and it was dry in there.  A trucker wearing a worn ballcap who looked a little like Bobby sat next to the window drinking a Budweiser while a cocktail waitress with long blonde hair was taking an order from a young man and woman in back of trucker guy. 

The waitress looked a little like Jo.  Sam wondered if she might be here on this stormy night.  Sam contemplated what other familiar faces he might encounter, as well.  Or what sort of trouble might not-so-innocently start here at Harvelle�s.  He switched the engine off, wrapped his army surplus coat around himself, and made a run for it, arriving just inside the threshold only moderately wet.