#ft.sam

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Jaws is definitely down, but I feel like this could also tap into a Sam and Jaws type of venture, Especially when we go into the alien food. This is just another step forward from them traveling to different places to try food (i believe we've talked about them with food twice if i'm not mistaken)

Onto other notes:

While both Sam and Jaws have seen a few segments on Russian cuisine that they've replicated to try, Jaws does ask Melina for help finding recipes they could make for Natasha and Yelena specifically that they'd like.

After Carol finds said alien cookbooks, Vis is definitely able to come up with earth substitutions for them to use instead. The recipes that don't "have substitutions" for some ingredients are left up to Sam to freestyle off the top of his head what will go with what's already in the pot T-T. These ones are pretty hit or miss in general tho.

After finding out just recently that he’d been without his soul for the most part of a year and a half, Sam was still feeling really crappy about everything he did. Even since, Sam’s been trying to make up for everything his soulless-self had done. Hearing things about his actions from Cas just made it even worse.

Sam blinked a few times when the Impala stopped over a parking spot in the lot of the abandoned warehouse.

“Dean,” Sam finally chimed up, his voice ragged and uneven as he spoke his brother’s name. He was quiet the entire drive over, but his mind was still racing. The hammering of his heart pulsated in his ears as his fingers twitched at his sides while he tried to get his thoughts out. Sam was a mess with his emotions lately. “I’m sorry...” he swallowed, his hazel eyes not daring to look up at his brother.

            humming  along  to  the  song  blasting  through  his  airpods,  gabriel  jogs  down  the  paved  path .  the  sun  had rose  just  hours  ago,  early  morning  dew  still  left  on  the  grass.  it’s  all   still  so  serene.  this  is  only  one  of  his  new  habits  in  the  long  list  of  things  he’s  been  trying  out  recently  to  better  himself  --  or  whatever  the  lady  on  youtube  said.  he  found  going  for  a  morning  run  was  a  better  use  of  his  recommended  mediation  time  than  sitting  in  silence  or  doing  yoga.   gabriel  never  liked  being  alone  with  his  own  thoughts --  at  least  here,  in  the  middle  of  the  park  there’s  plenty  of  scenery  and  passersby  to  keep  his  thoughts  from  going  too  far  elsewhere.             though,  gabriel  starts  wishing  the  park  was  a  little  bit  more  empty  as  he  notices  a  familiar  face.  he  spots  samuel,  sat  on  a  bench  just  feet  away  from  him.  having  held  eye  contact  for  just  a  hair  too  long.   it’s  too  late  to  turn  around  a  pretend  he  didn’t  see  him --  no  matter  how  much  he  really  wanted  to  just  walk  right  past  him,  gabriel  will  have  to  be  polite  for  once.  make  small  talk.  he  hates  small  talk.   “hey,”  he  says  slowing  his  jog,  he  offers  the  other  a  wave.  “  i  don’t...  think  i’ve  seen  you  here.”  he  should  know,  he  runs  this  path  everyday  for  the  past  month.  “you  come  here  often?”  he  says  in  a  chuckle  --  really,  he’s  just  trying  to  figure  out  if  he’ll  need  to  find  a  different  park. 

[Sam leaves a tiny wrapped box, with a huge bow on top of it, outside of Lauren’s door, along with a little note attached to it. The handwriting is messy and some of the words are misspelled. It reads: