Seahorse common room, Thursday evening

[fates_jaye]

After handwavily running errands and getting stuff done for once, Jaye comes back to the cabin, and the common room. With coffee.

What? It's completely innocent. People needed coffee, and who is she to deprive them of that? It has nothing to do with signs, seriously.

In reality, one day Jaye's just going to stand in the middle of the common room and demand shirtlessness and see what happens.

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean meanwhile had gone and got some salt from his alcove and poured it into a glass of water, stirring it to help it dissolve.

"Don't beat yourself up about it," he told Sam. "This whole place is weird, easy to miss something small."

[likethegun]

"And here I was expecting a whole 'you should have been more careful' speech. I'm almost disappointed," Sam said, his grin teasing.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well. It's a bookmark. Not something that's generally on the list of cursed objects." Judging the salt was sufficiently dissolved, he pushed the glass toward Sam. "Drown the sucker."

[likethegun]

"I really hope this works." Sam took the bookmark and put it into the glass, possibly using a little more force than necessary. Not that he was bitter about the spell or anything.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean stared at the bookmark in the water for a moment. "Feel any different?" he asked.

[likethegun]

"A little, maybe?" He hated sounding uncertain, but luckily, he realized they'd gained an audience before he tried to test whether or not his pants were free now.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Lowering his voice so hopefully their audience couldn't overhear, Dean said, "Just see if you can pop the top button."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's watching this with interest. Oh yes.

[likethegun]

If Sam was lucky, Dean would never, ever mention this again. He nodded, and turned around to put his back to as many people as possible, before pulling at the top button.

Which actually popped open.

"Oh, thank god."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder with a grin. "Told you we'd figure it out." Lowering his voice again, he asked, "You want to go change?"

[likethegun]

"Do you even need to ask?" Sam laughed. "I'll be right back," he said, going back to his alcove.