The Prodigal Son

[roadhouse_mama]

The Roadhouse had been quiet for a few days. It was closing in on winter and even most of the monsters had the good sense to get out of the Dakotas before the snow fell too deeply and mired them all. As it was, Ellen enjoyed the small break in constant foot traffic. At the moment, she only had one customer. Sam was set up in the corner booth, a

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[nomoreastray]

"Holy crap," Jack breathes, blowing on his hands and stamping his feet a little. The heater on his car had given out an hour or so ago, but this was the first place that looked like he might not be murdered in his sleep or something. More or less, anyway.

"Hiya. Getting kinda nasty out there. Mind if I hang out here for a while?"

[roadhouse_mama]

"Come on in." Ellen flipped off the radio that was detailing the latest snowstorm to come blowing through the town. A cup of coffee was poured and slid across the bar in his direction. "Sounds like it's going to be picking up out there, you might be waiting awhile."