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Third Floor Common Room, Lunchtime

After a ~~handwavey~~ walk into town for supplies, Dawn set out a bunch of sandwich fixings, pretzels, chips of various descriptions, cookies, fruit, lemonade, iced tea, and soda.

A small handwritten sign told people to help themselves, so she didn't have to keep repeating herself.

As for Dawn, she sat down with a book to enjoy her hummus with cheese, sprouts, carrots and sweet pickles. Occasionally she sipped from her lemonade.

[ooc: Open to all, mod any sandwich fixings or side items you'd like.]

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"Either version, if you need to get it off your chest. Er," she tried to think of a way to rephrase, "I mean, if you need to talk about it, I'm okay listening."

"Hey," she said, leaning over, "I don't believe that you're in second place at all, but why would you drop back to third if Alec showed up?"

"It's nothing really specific," Sam said. He didn't want to lay all his complaints out, and sound like the whining brat he'd been accused of being when he was younger. "He just seems to enjoy driving me crazy. And he doesn't care about anyone but himself."

Sam sighed, and looked up a little at her. "He's a genetic superhero. He's got all these perks like special hearing and speed and sight. He's perfect for the kinds of things that my family does."

"Maybe he's jealous? I mean, he doesn't have anybody, right? You've got Dean, no matter what happens." She decided not to mention about how Alec had teased her during the body switch. It wasn't that important anyway.

"Okay, he is perfect for it," she admitted, "But they need what you do, too, right?" Even if she wasn't completely sure what that was. "I mean, doesn't the research you do tell Dean and your Dad how to kill things without getting themselves killed. That's really important, even if it's not glamorous. If they can't see that, well, they're just stupid!"

The fact that Alec could be jealous of him had never actually occured to Sam, and he just stared at Dawn for a moment while he tried to process that thought. "I guess. I never thought about it like that."

"But what if they don't need what I do?" Sam asked, sounding slightly worried. "I just...I know it's important. I know I play an important role. But I shouldn't have to fight Alec to have a role, if that makes any sense. We're a family, and Alec isn't part of it."

"They totally need what you do," Dawn said firmly, jaw set, "and if they don't? I do. Er, the Council. Needs you. Because of all the slayers who need watchers. Yes."

Trying to pretend she hadn't just stuck her foot in it, she continued in a rush, "And I know what you mean--but maybe it's just that you think you need to fight for a role, not that you actually have to?"

Sam smiled gently at Dawn. "Well, if you need me..." he said with a smirk. "What are watchers?"

He gave another shrug. "Maybe I won't have to fight. And maybe this is all a moot point, because I don't know if Alec agrees with Dean on his brilliant idea."

"Watchers are the guys and girls who guide the slayers--they tell them what they're fighting, and how to kill it. They also do a lot of reading and researching, trying to figure out portents and prophecies and stuff like that." She took another cookie and let her feet swing against the counter. "They also train the slayers in how to use weapons and strategy."

"Dean didn't talk to Alec about this?" Dawn stared at Sam. "Seriously?"

Sam's eyes widened, and he grinned. "Does it make me a gigantic geek if I say that that sounds like the coolest job ever?"

"Well, I know he's at least told Alec about the idea," Sam said quickly. "But I don't know if Alec's as crazy about it as Dean is."

"Maybe?" She giggled, "So if you decide you don't want to run around the country with your dad and Dean, you have a place where you're needed, okay?"

"Huh. Weird that Dean's so gung ho on the idea."

"If I end up knocking on your door someday, just remember that we had this conversation," Sam replied.

"It's not that weird, I guess. Dean's got a protective streak a mile long, and since he thinks Alec needs protecting...it's kind of hard to talk him out of that kind of attitude once he's latched onto someone. I bet if you didn't have people to go home to, he'd want to bring you with us too."

"I'll look forward to it," Dawn grinned, "but I hope I'll know you're coming because we'll still be talking to each other regularly."

She snorted. "Yeah, because that wouldn't be at all weird. You, me, Alec, and Dean driving your father insane as we hunt creepy spooky things."

Sam smiled. "I don't see any reason why we wouldn't be still talking regularly."

"Driving my dad insane might actually be worth it, if it means getting to have you around. Because it would be fun, and nice," he added.

"Me neither," she smiled, "and we'll just have to make sure we see each other once we leave here. Roomies stick together, right?"

"You're stuck with me, now. Might want to file a complaint with the administration."

"Roomies have to stick together. I'm pretty sure that's a rule." Sam laughed. "I'd file a complaint, but I don't really think I have anything to complain about."

Dawn snorted and hopped off the counter. "You may be the first person in history to have nothing to complain about when it comes to living with me."

"Hey, you're clean, you don't wake me up in the morning, and you don't complain about the noises I make in my sleep. What's not to like?" Sam teased.

"You make noises in your sleep? Huh, I never noticed." Dawn grinned back, "and I'm not nearly as clean when I'm living with other girls. But I figure it's not fair to you if I leave my clothes and underwear all over the place."

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