the classics

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Characters: Sam Winchester [Template] and Rose Tyler [Original]
Setting: Rose's apartment
Time: Evening. Ish.
Summary: Rose invited Template!Sam to crash for the night, as he is a mess and needs adult supervision. Horror movies are had.
Warnings: None, as of yet

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Rose walked out of the kitchen, setting a bunch of bowls on the coffee table in the middle of the room. "Right," she said, settling herself on the couch. "Not a movie marathon without loads of junk food, yeah?"

She pointed to each of the bowls. "That one's got some crackers in it. I think they're cheese flavored. That one's got some cookies and brownies, that plate there's got some half-frozen chocolate cake, this bowl's got some chips I made--salt and vinegar, and ketchup, since I figured you might like that, are there-- and this one's got popcorn."

She automatically reached for the cake and dug in.

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Sam took the bowl of crackers and nibbled thoughtfully on a handful, not exactly hungry but rationally realizing that he'd have to keep eating and sleeping like a normal person if he wanted to get anything done. Running on fumes didn't get anyone far. He was content enough to eat snack food and watch the movie, immersed deeply in his own thoughts as the familiar scenes flickered in electric blue on the screen.

"They're coming to get you, Barbara," the man's face on the screen taunted, stretched gruesomely out of proportion by the ancient VHS film. His features hissed with the physical static of the black and white film's age, shadowed and speckled. The woman screamed, her pretty mouth stretching into a long bow of horror as some zombie actor with a face lathered in mortician's wax knocked her brother to the ground. His head hit a gravestone with a sick thump and she screamed, screamed, screamed

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Rose wasn't paying too much attention to the movie, at first--she was too busy thinking about how weird it was to be sitting next to Sam, but....not Sam.
She also hoped she wasn't freaking him out somehow, because he seemed a bit uncomfortable.

She thoughtfully ate a forkful of cake, chewing slightly on the fork, and directing her attention back to the movie.

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Uncomfortable was an understatement. Sam was shaky and so thoroughly weirded out by everything that had happened/was happening/could happen, he could barely sit still. He was sure that if he totally relaxed, letting the stress wash over him and out of him, he'd pass out. Maybe for a couple of days. It'd do him good in the long run, sure, but he didn't want to give up that easily.

Reaching for a handful of chips, he broke the silence. With the familiar movie going and the stillness of the city, he'd fall asleep for sure if he didn't keep himself occupied.

"Uh, so. You watch movies with the Winchesters often?"