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solarbaby614) wrote2008-12-03 10:39 am
solarbaby614) wrote2008-12-03 10:39 am
Casey in 50: Salt
Title: Salt (3/50)
Author: Solarbaby
Rating: T
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 252
Summary: This is why Casey usually bought rock salt in bulk.
Notes: Another AU. This one is set in the Supernatural ‘verse. You don’t really have to know anything about it to understand it.
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He blinked as he stared at the price again.
The small bags stared back at him mockingly. Sighing, he grabbed four of them and tossed them in the buggy. Casey Rhodes continued down the aisle, grabbing a few more things. Cereal, pop-tarts, and a couple of bags of chips rounded out his purchase.
Stopping in front of one particular section, he stared at it indecisively. Finally he just shrugged and grabbed a container of idolized salt and added it as well.
Giving a snort, Casey shook his head. Oh, yeah. That was going to throw off anyone who was curious. God, he needed sleep. But the rock salt was a had to have thing. Even if he had to pay an arm and a leg for the bags.
This stupid town didn’t even have a tractor supply store or somewhere where he could by large bags of this stuff. Casey hated small towns.
He guessed he was just lucky to find a job so close to his last one. Casey reminded himself to call Ellen and thank her for the heads up. He caught sight of the time on his watch and frowned. It was going to get dark soon. And he’d have to get out to the Danvers property if he wanted to get rid of that spirit and be on the road by morning.
“Stupid jacked-up prices.” He muttered under his breath as he saw the prices on the bags again.
This was why he bought rock salt in bulk.
Author: Solarbaby
Rating: T
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 252
Summary: This is why Casey usually bought rock salt in bulk.
Notes: Another AU. This one is set in the Supernatural ‘verse. You don’t really have to know anything about it to understand it.
oOoOoOoOoOoOo
He blinked as he stared at the price again.
The small bags stared back at him mockingly. Sighing, he grabbed four of them and tossed them in the buggy. Casey Rhodes continued down the aisle, grabbing a few more things. Cereal, pop-tarts, and a couple of bags of chips rounded out his purchase.
Stopping in front of one particular section, he stared at it indecisively. Finally he just shrugged and grabbed a container of idolized salt and added it as well.
Giving a snort, Casey shook his head. Oh, yeah. That was going to throw off anyone who was curious. God, he needed sleep. But the rock salt was a had to have thing. Even if he had to pay an arm and a leg for the bags.
This stupid town didn’t even have a tractor supply store or somewhere where he could by large bags of this stuff. Casey hated small towns.
He guessed he was just lucky to find a job so close to his last one. Casey reminded himself to call Ellen and thank her for the heads up. He caught sight of the time on his watch and frowned. It was going to get dark soon. And he’d have to get out to the Danvers property if he wanted to get rid of that spirit and be on the road by morning.
“Stupid jacked-up prices.” He muttered under his breath as he saw the prices on the bags again.
This was why he bought rock salt in bulk.
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