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Post by SHILOH SUMMERLAND on Mar 3, 2011 19:22:52 GMT -5
EDGEFIELD, SOUTH CAROLINA
It was early morning as the sun had barely been in the sky for an hour which meant that the sky was streaked with pinks, oranges and blues. Which was always a beautiful sight to see no matter how many times you saw it. At least that was what Shiloh thought as she walked down the old cracked pavement sidewalk. Every so often she would glance upwards at the sky as she trekked on foot to the nearest gas station. Sure she could have driven or hitched a ride but in the early mornings like this she preferred to walk.
It gave her a chance to stretch out her legs after hours of being in a car. Plus she had always found it very relaxing for her head. For a brief moment in time she could pretend that she was normal just like everyone else. A breeze blew by and stung as the morning air turned a bit brisk. Rubbing her bare arms for warmth she regrettably wished that she had thought to bring a jacket with her. But before she had set out that morning there had been no signs of any wind or breeze at all.
She turned around and weighed the option of turning around to go and grab a jacket. She had already walked this far and she really did not want to have to walk the same route more than she had to. So she decided to push forward and hope that the weather didn't turn any colder before she could reach the gas station and grab something to eat. She would be strong she told herself as she began to walk again, and as she walked she made herself think of it as endurance training. Just in case there was ever a time she would find herself without a jacket to keep her warm.
Thankfully for her the wind did not pick up and only threw a breeze her way every so often as if it did not want her to forget about it. She was grateful at the moment that her T-shirt was not as flimsy and thin like some of her other shirts. After a few more blocks the gas station was finally in her sight. She felt her mood pick up again as she wondered to herself what sort of delicious breakfast foods she would find inside.
Though anything from there was probably not healthy to eat for breakfast unless it was one of those tiny individual boxed cereals that felt like it was only a handful. Everything else was either packed with sugar or grease. Shiloh never stopped to ever question her dietary choices unless someone bothered to point them out to her. Which she would probably respond to with a shrug of her shoulders.
Finally reaching the parking lot she carefully made her way to the double doors of the mini-mart without possibly getting hit by drivers gassing up for their day. Stepping through the one of the doors a cluster of bells jingled overhead which she knew would alert any employees working there that they had another customer to attend to. She ignored the employee and patrons as she headed for the isles and began to browse the shelves to see what options she had for breakfast.
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Mar 3, 2011 22:50:52 GMT -5
The bell rung as Sam crossed the threshold into the 7-11. A yawn escaped his parted lips and he instantly approached the steaming pots of coffee located at the opposite end of the store. Living day-by-day on little to no sleep no longer fazed the youngest Winchester. However, caffeine rejuvenated his mind and with less than three hours of sleep under his belt, an extra-large cup of coffee would do the trick.
Gingerly, he poured the scorching brown liquid into a cup, the pungent aroma of banana enveloping him as he did so. Dean favored the bitter taste of black coffee and Sam was used to his brother’s jibes concerning his choice flavor; he could only imagine his sibling’s reaction regarding his latest preference. Coffee in hand, Sam maneuvered through the aisles glancing at the food lining the shelves.
Although, it was not the animatedly decorated cereal boxes or intricately frosted doughnuts that caught his undivided attention. His eyes skimmed over the young woman occupying the walkway gazing at the various breakfast items. He instantly recognized the individual, mouth instinctively curling into an amiable smile. Sam easily recalled their previous encounter and he was pleasantly surprised to stumble upon her here of all places.
“Hey, Shi—” The hunter faltered mid-sentence as the cup slipped from in-between his fingers and plummeted to the floor, staining the tiles brown at his feet and splattering Shiloh in the process. “I am so sorry,” Sam managed, inwardly chiding himself as a wave of humiliation swept over him.
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Post by SHILOH SUMMERLAND on Mar 3, 2011 23:18:15 GMT -5
Shiloh has just been in the middle of trying to decide if she possibly wanted one of glazed honey buns or buy two tiny boxes of Fruit Loops when she heard something that vaguely sounded like her name.She looked down the isle she had been standing in and just in time to see a cup of coffee go hurtling towards the ground. Once it hit the floor it exploded instantly and splattering everything within a few feet. Shiloh had jumped back when she had seen the cup hit the ground and had barely made it out of the way.
She checked the bottom of her pants and shoes to see if anything had gotten on them, but they were spotless or at least they seemed that way. So she didn't want to worry about running around stained. She then turned her attention towards the man who had spilled the coffee as he seemed quite apologetic about the whole ordeal.
"It's ok I'm fine, besides accidents happen.." she told him before trailing off in mid-sentence as she finally looked the man in the face. She recognized him as a hunter she had met before, and the last time she had crossed paths with him was on a job. Once that was not so pretty, but with his help she had managed to take down the offending creature. For a moment her memory went dead as she tried to remember his name, something Winchester she told herself.
"Sam right?" she said silently thanking herself for remember so then she wouldn't look like a idiot for not remembering his name. She only hoped that he didn't notice her brief pause.
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Mar 7, 2011 23:56:02 GMT -5
A wave of relief washed over Sam, however the humiliation remained. He smiled sheepishly up at Shiloh, seizing the empty cup from off the floor. “I really am sorry,” he replied. Coffee streaked the once immaculate tiled floor and his pant legs were now splattered. At least he had not made a bigger fool of himself by spilling the scolding hot liquid in a more embarrassing manner. However, accidents did happen and Shiloh’s reaction could have been worse; he would have to inform an employee about the spill.
“So . . . what brings you here?” he inquired, changing the subject. The youngest Winchester wondered if perhaps Shiloh was also in the middle of a hunt or simply passing through the area. Sam waited patiently for her response. In the mean time, he noticed the distance between them had decreased and it was difficult not to discern the pleasantly sweet scent of apples emanating from the other hunter. Absentmindedly, his eyes wandered over her delicately curved figure and ample chest.
He quickly averted his gaze, silently admonishing himself, hoping she had not noticed. Instead, he stared at the clumsily assorted collection of Hostess fruit pies, deciding to purchase one in hopes to satisfy his brother’s massive appetite. Though he doubted the inexpensive pastry would be considered a sufficient breakfast in Dean’s eye.
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Post by SHILOH SUMMERLAND on Mar 8, 2011 0:31:48 GMT -5
"Oh you know working a case." she told him finding it rather amusing that she could speak as freely as she had wanted to about the particular job she had picked up recently. Usually when someone tried to talk to her she had to be very careful with her responses and lie most of the time to avoid any suspicious. It wasn't very often that she ran into another hunter while on a job, and it did not hurt that she rather liked Sam. At least from what she grasped of his personality from the last time they had run into each other. He seemed like a really nice guy unlike some of the other hunters she had encountered before.
"And I thought I'd grab a little something to eat before I start the day." she said as she gestured towards the shelves of prepackaged foods. Normally she would have loved to find a local diner and eat breakfast there, but she had not seen one on her walk to the 7-11. But that wasn't very surprising as the town was pretty big and knowing her luck the diner was probably either on the other side of town or one hell of a walk from the motel. So the convenience store was her best option at the moment.
"But what about you, are you also working a job or just stopping to catch the scenery before moving on?" she asked and for some off reason hoping that it wasn't the latter.
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Mar 27, 2011 15:55:45 GMT -5
Same,” Sam replied. He and Dean had driven into town the evening prior, drawn to Edgefield by the currently unsolved murders and steadily rising death toll. The victims’ hearts had been extracted from their bodies and the hunter believed the culprit was a werewolf. They had not encountered a werewolf in nearly a year and their current case managed to reopen old wounds as he clearly recalled Madison, a woman he had been grudgingly forced to kill. He wanted nothing more than for the hunt to draw to a close, so he did not have to dwell on such depressing recollections. Dean’s predicament was severely stressing the youngest Winchester and their newest job merely furthered the day-to-day anxiety.
Glancing at Shiloh, he was thankful to have come across the young woman. She lightened the usually dismal atmosphere and he could use a distraction from the seriousness his life had recently assumed. A genuine smile graced his features as he listened to her, Shiloh’s voice resonating pleasantly within his ears. “Hey, let me pay,” he insisted. “I owe you anyway.” The two hunted with one another previously, and she had saved him singlehandedly; Dean remained passed out on the floor the entire time—Sam never let him live that one down, and his brother always managed to come up with an undignified response, which amused him further.
He continued to watch Shiloh, wondering if he should ask her to join both him and Dean. They were all three hunters and there was safety in numbers; for some reason it unsettled him to know that she was tracking such dangerous creatures by herself. She was an impressive hunter—after all, he had seen her at work firsthand—though it still caused him some discomfort.
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Post by SHILOH SUMMERLAND on Mar 28, 2011 22:52:59 GMT -5
"Um sure...cool." she had replied sounding a bit taken aback and surprised by his generous offer to pay for her breakfast, if she could call two semi-squished packets of doughnuts breakfast. It was the most appeasing thing in the store to her that did not require her to buy more items to put her meal together. Plus it would be enough to mull her over until lunch arrived and then she would have a proper meal. But for the second time in her hunting career Sam had proven that not every hunter had fit into the stereotype of being dingy, sour and smelling like showers never existed to them. It was kind of nice to meet someone in the life who wasn't a totally putrid smelling asshole.
From what she remembered of Sam's older brother he had fallen into that asshole category, but on the plus side he actually managed to keep the rank stank of man sweat down to a minimum. Which was a good sign in her book so maybe there was hope for him. She then wondered if they would be willing to work together on the case. It would go much faster with more help and besides she wanted to take advantage of actually being around other hunters that she did not want to push off the side of a cliff or anything. So without a second thought she struck.
"If you guys are working the same case why don't we help each other out?" she asked him "You know the more heads looking at the case could mean the faster that we getting it solved." she got straight to the point as she had never been the type of person to beat around the bush. Which was sometimes her fatal flaw at least according to some people she knew.
"So what'd you say?" |
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Apr 9, 2011 2:18:48 GMT -5
Sam reveled in his good fortune, delighted both himself and Shiloh had managed to stray onto the same wavelength. “Yeah,” he replied, “yeah, I’d like that—we’d like that,” the hunter added hastily, indicating his brother. Obviously, he was attracted to Shiloh. The young woman was physically appealing, though it was her personality that caught his attention. They were merely acquaintances; however, he could not disregard the evident fondness he felt toward her. He had had numerous affairs with woman since suffering the loss of Jessica, though Sam tended to discourage himself from building a serious relationship with a significant other in mind. After all, his life revolved around hunting the supernatural and he did not want to relive such an unspeakable and heartrending situation as long as he lived—that is why he had to save Dean. All things considered, Sam did not desire a mere one nightstand with Shiloh; she deserved a lot more than what he could offer. It was better not to pursue his feelings for the female hunter, though he was not opposed to friendship.
That was an acceptable decision—commendable even, right?
Not wanting to dwell on it any longer, Sam focused on the task at hand. There was a werewolf roaming the streets of Edgefield and the city’s inhabitants were in danger. They were lucky to have Shiloh assisting them on their current hunt; two heads may be better than one, but three were superior to two. Tracking the creature down and stopping it before it caused anymore harm to the townsfolk should be a lot easier now. Hopefully, the research would carry on without any more difficulties. A part of him was ready to call it a day and advance to the next case in a long line of many, though his conflicting emotions told him otherwise.
Heaving an inward sigh of exasperation, the younger Winchester walked toward the checkout, extracting the intended amount of cash to compensate for Shiloh’s breakfast and the coffee he had spilled—he was glad Dean had not witnessed his blunder. Sam could do without his sibling’s continuous jibes.
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Post by SHILOH SUMMERLAND on Apr 28, 2011 17:37:22 GMT -5
Standing safely off to the side Shiloh quietly watched the
cashier ring up all the items and give out the total. After hearing the amount owed Sam handed over the cash once it seemed safe to her she reached over, and grabbed the packages of doughnuts she had picked out not bothering to wait for the cashier to bag them. There would be no point since they would be gone in a mere few minuets, so it would have just been a waste of plastic. Though she did not open them just yet as it would have been rude to spill all that powdered sugar onto the clean tile floor.
She followed Sam through the front door and outside into the pavement parking lot of the 7-11. Once outside she opened one of the semi-squished packages, and promptly stuffed one of the small little white doughnuts into her mouth to finally be rid of the grumbling in her stomach. She looked quite comical with her mouth stuffed like that, but she was too busy reveling in the fact that she had food than to worry about looking proper and lady-like while she ate. Which was usually never. After quickly devouring the first one she slowed down her pace with the next doughnut as she wanted to make them last.
"Want one?" she asked Sam with a smile as she reached into the clear packaging and pulled out another small doughnut and offered it to him. Since he had paid for them she thought she would at least try to share some of them, especially since he did not get to drink much of the coffee he had spilled earlier. "They're really good." she added hoping it would sweeten the offer. Though she doubted there was anyone who could really resist a doughnut of any kind. For some reason the powdered ones always tasted the best besides the cream filled one in her opinion. |
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Jun 6, 2011 23:10:09 GMT -5
No, that's all right," Sam responded sincerely, watching Shiloh consume the doughnuts eagerly. He had already made a fool of himself once and he was not willing to do so twice in the same day; powdered doughnuts were not known for their cleanliness all. However, the hunter was not hungry yet; it took him a couple of hours to wakeup before his appetite returned anyway. Besides, he actually attempted to stay far away from junk food unlike his brother who put anything in his mouth as long as it was edible. He took his diet seriously and of course, there were times when he did give in to his cravings, but he was a wholesome eater for the most part. His breakfast of choice was usually a bowl of granola cereal or oatmeal, though pancakes trumped all, that was a given. Dean had his cheeseburgers and Sam had his pancakes. Many thought his preferred meal of choice was a salad, though they would be surprised if they found out that he had an unhealthy obsession with pancakes. Nevertheless, he did not give in to temptation often, only ordering a stack of hotcakes on occasion so as not to weigh him down. His occupation required a hale and hearty figure and he was not going to jeopardize his wellbeing for food. Yeah, Dean was not exactly out of shape, but when he aged, he would surely feel the effects of all that saturated fat and sugar he had devoured over the years.
Maintaining stride-for-stride with Shiloh, he kept a watchful eye on her, his thoughts wandering between the young woman beside him and their current hunt. He wanted to track the werewolf down before it caused any more difficulties for the cities inhabitants, although they needed more leads. Time was not infinite, and as a result they needed to pickup the pace and go about Edgefield searching for clues, finding evidence; otherwise more people would fall victim to this bloodthirsty beast’s insanity. The Winchesters had not been in town long and they had little to go on—newspaper clippings, television interviews, and whatever they could find on the Internet. He had dealt with werewolves in the past, so at least he did not have to lark about and carry out more research on this particular creature of lore, which made things a little easier. Sam made a point to approach the whole process with a calm mind, because he did not want to make a mistake that could hinder them. He had done this so many times in the past two and a half years, therefore, he had pretty much gotten into the swing of things since then. Yes, he did miss his life prior to being forcibly drawn back into the realm of the supernatural, but he tried not to dwell on that; it did not help in the slightest, that was for sure—plus, he could not do anything about it anyway.
Sam focused on the other hunter, noticing her shivering slightly as the morning breeze brushed against them. He felt stupid for not realizing earlier; obviously, she would be cold considering she did not have a jacket on. "Want to stop by our motel room? It's just across the street," he offered. "You can warm-up and we could discuss the case." For some reason he felt embarrassed as he asked, rubbing the back his neck absentmindedly. He should not feel this way given that they were colleagues; it was strictly business. "Or we could meet up later if you want," he added hastily, not wanting to sound creepy or frighten her. Sam never had a difficult time talking to people, but now he was unsure of himself and self-conscious. It was an odd sensation, for he was glad to be around her, yet high-strung at the same time. Perhaps, it was the anxiety he experienced oftentimes withe the job. However, he could not help, but notice how the sunlight struck her raven tresses, and her adorable smile. He could not allow himself to think like this. They were friends, hunters, but nothing more, after all, he did not even know if Shiloh was attracted to him anyway; most women preferred Dean. He hoped that was not the case.
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