text-mexin' (and food)

[iron_and_salt]

Sam set off down the street from the motel, shrugging off his jacket and tying it around his waist.  Even in Michigan, it was too warm for this many layers.

He thought about salad.  Cucumbers.  Ranch dressing.  Food not made of animal and then grilled.  Corn.  French bread.

God, their diet sucked.  He grinned to himself and squinted against the sun,

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[second_summers]

Dawn was sitting in the back seat of the rented Altima with Jo in the back seat. She looked at her phone seeing the new text.

New message:
hey, it's sam. any leprechauns yet?

Dawn nearly wanted to squee, but she managed to contain her joy.

no, not yet. but bobby trapped in rented car with three women. funny, yes?

Sending Message ---> Sam Winchester

[iron_and_salt]

Sam was staring at the grocery store aisles, trying to reconcile his desire for ranch on cucumbers with Xander's request for Chinese. Maybe he'd grab something on the way back.

His phone beeped in his pocket. He flipped it open and read Dawn's text, and laughed aloud.

oh, poor bobby. he replied. so unlike him. you treat him nice, now. where are you?

He put the phone away and smiled. Dean was gonna be on his ass for this.

[second_summers]

Dawn was shot gun in the rental as Faith drove. Her phone beeped another message.

we have been. just got into hurricane utah. no caffeine until we get to the state line.

She had feeling that Buffy would kick her ass if she knew what Dawn was doing.

[iron_and_salt]

Sam was in the checkout, hands full of salad bar salad. He paid the cashier and took his plastic bag and opened his phone again.

caffeine is life. what's hurricane utah? last time i checked utah was landlocked. :)

Smiley faces? He wasn't a smiley face kind of man, but... he'd let it go, this once.

Bag in hand, he left the supermarket and headed back down the street, to a Chinese place he'd seen on the walk up, and towards the motel.

[second_summers]

Dawn was just about to doze off when her phone vibed in her hand. Sleepily looking down she a message.

i'll miss it, until we get to colorado. tell me about it. what's going on there?

Dawn smirked and sent the message. She looked to Faith who was drumming her fingers on the steering wheel.

[iron_and_salt]

Sam stood by the soda case at the seedy Chinese place, waiting for his order. His phone beeped and he pulled it out, already smiling.

nothing, he wrote. picking up lunch. gonna try to find cas, but i'm not sure how. dean said he had a plan i think.

He didn't want to tell her too much, not because it was her, but because he didn't know what the angels knew about them, whether they were watching. Angel surveillance. Creepy.

[second_summers]

Dawn looked at her phone just as she climbed into the drivers seat.

lunch? what's on the menu? you guys will find him. I know it :D she let her thumbs do all the talking.

She dropped her phone into the cup holder beside her and started the car. She knew he was holding back. Could angels read text messages?

[iron_and_salt]

chinese. yum. details later?

He was back at the motel, moo shu pork and orange chicken in tow. He found the Impala and guessed the room, and banged on the door until Dean let him in, damp from the shower.

((end, i'm guessing))

[second_summers]

oh sounds yummy. yeah.

((Its cool))

[iron_and_salt]

((she's driving! no texting and driving! death!))

[second_summers]

((Oh no, she texted before she started the car))