#denimwrappedsam

   The Bunker was pretty quiet in the morning, with the exception of Sam bustling around the kitchen. The sun had come up about an hour ago, and Kaz trailed into to the kitchen at the sound of the coffee maker. She played with the sleeves of the huge flannel shirt she had taken for pajamas. She had been waiting for Sam to get home so she could ask him something. 

  "Sam? I've been thinking...and well, it's been awhile since I've been a human. And I uh, have been really good at keeping up and stuff and I uh, understand stuff now." she thought for a second. "Except microwaves. I still don't get those. They're so weird and I just-" she stopped realizing she was getting away from the point. 

  "Anyway! I know Dean's like, put his foot down about this, and he's totally got a point! But I think I should go on a hunt with you!" She took a breath after that, watching him for his reaction. She gave her best puppy dog face, though she was looking at the master. 

Today had been a long day and it was about to get even longer. A lead from a case he was working on had gone missing before turning up dead. Now he was on his way to the scene, to see if he could find anything that would help him.

Reaching his destination he parked and climbed out of his car. Walking up to the yellow tape he stepped under, showing his badge to a uniformed officer and continuing on into the house. The victim was lying on the floor of the living room, a small pool of blood beneath them, throat ripped out. He stared at the gruesome sight, unable to look away.

It's the second beer she's had since she got here, and Jo can hold her alcohol so that doesn't really matter - except she's probably going to buzz out on her next one if someone doesn't speak up in the next five minutes. She knows she's been gone a long time, she's supposed to be dead and all, but she thinks that if anyone should be used to the dead not staying dead, it'd be Sam and Dean.

   Obviously she's going to have to be the one who starts this conversation, because if she sits in silence with anymore she's either going to get buzzed or fall asleep. 

            "Have y' gotten a haircut since I died?"

is now following you.

"Sam! Nice to see you're still alive and kicking."

If you're an FBI guy looking for Agent McCall- he isn't here. And helpfully wont be coming back. Sorry.

"Anybody this deep into France's hills mustn't be lost. Tell me, what brings you to this vineyard?"

//Asdfghjkl do you want to plot or wing it?