Third Floor Common Room - Sunday Morning

[likethegun]

After dealing with monsters and ghosts the night before, Sam had almost forgotten about his promise to Dean to help him with brunch in the morning. They'd made a run into town for more eggs, and some bacon, and Dean was busy fixing the real food while Sam made toast. It was a much safer operation that way, really.

[OOC: Open to anyone who wants free food!]

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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Now, if only I had a way to work off all the food..." Dawn eyed him. "Oh, I see your plan now, smart guy."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean gave her his most innocent look. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Then he grinned.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," she grinned back. "Y'know, somehow...I just don't believe you. Suggestions?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"To work off the food?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She nodded once. Innocently.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You could.... always give me those dance lessons you were threatening," Dean said pulling something at random out of his memory.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn grinned. "Really? You'll let me do that?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Not in public or anything, but yeah, why not?" He grinned at her. "Could be fun."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Yay," she smiled happily at him. Second lesson this week. Hmm, maybe she'd have to open a business...of course, she'd have to tell Dean about Sam's lesson to do that, and she'd promised she wouldn't. "You can even pick the music."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"How do you feel about Metallica?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I think they're not as good as the Sex Pistols, but if you want to be stuck in the eighties, that's up to you."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean's eyebrows went up at that. "Blue Oyster Cult?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Please tell me you don't still have eight-track tapes."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm wounded, I really am," Dean said, putting on a hurt face.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I'm not hearing a 'No' there," Dawn looked a little alarmed.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Because the 'no' is a given. 8 tracks? Please. Just because I like some classic bands doesn't mean I'm stuck in the 70s." He grinned. "I have cassettes."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn groaned. "Oh my god."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"What?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Cassettes?" She stared at him. "We need to update you."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"What's wrong with cassettes?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"First, they get eaten by cassette players," Dawn said, "then there's the fact that the songs are way clearer on CD."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, 'cept when the car only has a tape player," Dean pointed out.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Okay, point," Dawn conceded. "So, favorite dance music other than Shania Twain?" She asked, intending to make this as painless as possible for Dean.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean thought about it, and kinda shrugged. "Dance music isn't really the stuff I listen to. Guess I'll have to trust to you to pick something that doesn't make me bleed from the ears."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"No ear bleeding," she nodded and took a bite of bacon. "Gotcha."