Borne on Cannonballs Ch. 2
Dinner was vegetable stew, served in a heavy ceramic bowl with metal cutlery, a fresh-baked roll on the side, and red wine Sam didn't bother with. Apple cobbler for dessert. Some of the food came from the garden, obviously. The dishes might have come with the school. But Sam couldn't help thinking this place had some seriously generous donors.
Laying on his bed, he could hear people moving in the rooms around him. All priests; nuns were obviously on the other side of the building. As far as he could tell, the Center was staffed entirely by clergy. About a dozen priests, a few more nuns than that. With the exception of one priest and a couple nuns around Sam's age, and a really big, really bald priest maybe in his forties, they were all probably fifty and up. There had been a handful of patients in the cafeteria too, but Green (who'd invited Sam to his table) had told him that most of them ate in their rooms.
It made Sam think about Dean. He'd seen him try to gag his way through food before, hoped nobody would think it was too weird if a possession victim didn't have much of an appetite.
Overall, there were a lot more people here than Sam had expected there to be, or wanted. He'd read carefully through every article Dean had dug up on their way here, half impressed by his research and half disgusted by what he was learning. History, mission statements, interviews with staff members and former patients...he wanted to tell himself he couldn't believe so many people would want to be involved with something like this, but the truth was he wasn't surprised.
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