Semele's is really not the ideal job for a person like Sam. But, at the same time, it actually is. He's more than familiar with the work now, it keeps him busy and enables him to almost constantly keep an eye on Dean. And he knows the clientele.
Miraculously, he's managed to not even feel the need to threaten any of them yet. Though he's come close.
It can't be good for his blood pressure. But then, when has he ever really cared about that? His brother eats cheeseburgers and french fries and deep fried anything for the same reason; neither Winchester has ever thought they'd live old enough where their health would be an issue.
He's cleaning up a recently vacated spot at the bar when the girl, another of Robin's employees, drops down right across from him and he arches a brow. "Maybe that's what I'm going for," he says, sweeping the rag across the countertop.
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Miraculously, he's managed to not even feel the need to threaten any of them yet. Though he's come close.
It can't be good for his blood pressure. But then, when has he ever really cared about that? His brother eats cheeseburgers and french fries and deep fried anything for the same reason; neither Winchester has ever thought they'd live old enough where their health would be an issue.
He's cleaning up a recently vacated spot at the bar when the girl, another of Robin's employees, drops down right across from him and he arches a brow. "Maybe that's what I'm going for," he says, sweeping the rag across the countertop.