Nov 26, 2009 16:08
Sam Winchester is behind the bar at the Luna, cutting up a series of lemons to garnish various drinks with. One thing the plagues have been good for is business. He's not about to complain, since that's the only source of money he and Dean have coming in, but he's still trying to wrap his hand around everything that's happened and what it all means - and the fact that it vanished without a trace before the two of them could even start researching on why it was happening in the first place.
He's giving himself a headache right now just thinking about it, so he switches to cutting limes instead.
Teddy Rowe hasn't seen her ward in weeks, now. She's pacing around the park looking like she wants to pick a fight with something.
If anyone gets in her way, they might get punched. Just saying.
Fred Burkle is sitting in her room at the Conrad, looking at the walls. They're still covered in equations and formations and functions, and her gaze turns to the dripping paint roller in her hand.
Slowly, she lifts it to the wall, and with one stroke, erases a whole sequence of numbers just like that.
Starting over. She takes a deep breath, and does it again.
Selina Kyle is looking for some place to get coffee - any place to get rid of this killer hangover.
She can't remember what she did last night, but there's several scratches on the inside of her forearm, and her head is killing her.
sam winchester,
danny smalls,
dean winchester,
selina kyle,
fred burkle,
teddy rowe