Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning

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Dean was in the kitchen cooking up pancakes for Dawn. Making the batter had been relatively easy, but trying to come up with funny shapes was proving a little more difficult. He tried to do a car but it came out looking more like a deformed amoeba. He had better look with the teddy bear -- one large circle with two smaller ones for ears and that was the first one he presented to his girl friend, along with sides of bacon and eggs.

"This okay?" he asked, still in full grovelling mode.


[ooc: for Dawn but open for all your cr needs though can't promise breakfast will be included. ;)]

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"Pretty much," Dean said, nodding. "It all made sense at the time. Even if it doesn't now."

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Sam looked vaguely disgusted. "Please tell me this other person you thought you were believed in safe sex?"

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"There was a condom," Dean said defensively. "Wasn't my fault she didn't want to stop when it broke."

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"Oh god, Dean." Sam sighed, facepalming. "And it didn't occur to you that you could have stopped too? No, of course not, because that would be the sensible thing to do, and how can you possibly be sensible when you're having sex?"

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"I wasn't me," Dean reminded him. Sammy seemed to be losing sight of that one important fact. "If I had been me, I would've stopped -- least long enough to go get another condom. But I wasn't so I didn't. You can't blame me for things I did when I wasn't me!"

[likethegun]

"Want to bet?" he grumbled quietly, before sighing again. "You'd be amazed at the number of things I can blame on you, but if you really were under some sort of spell, then I guess this isn't one of them." Sam took a long glance at Dean. "Are you all right now?"

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Dean nodded. "Aside from the lingering embarrassment and the frying pan headache, yeah. At least I'm me again."

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"Man, you're so lucky Dawn didn't come after you with something sharp." Sam snickered softly. "Did she have good aim."

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Dean showed off his goose egg from where she hit him. "Great aim."

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A really good brother probably would have been more sympathetic, but Sam just snickered more. "Wow. Okay, definitely not pissing her off any time soon."

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"I wouldn't advise it," Dean said, rubbing gingerly at his head. Then he grinned. "But she's not pissed off any more so I think I'm safe."

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"Or she's lulling you into a false sense of security so she can hit you again when you least expect it."

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"Not the way she was kissing me over breakfast."

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"Oh," Sam said simply. "So she really did forgive you then."

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Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother. "Should I take offense at how disappointed you sound about that?"

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Sam slouched down a little at Dean's look. "I'm not disappointed. I'm just surprised. I mean, she tried to take your head off yesterday."

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"I wasn't me," Dean said again. "If I had been, I'm sure it would've been different."

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"Yeah, I guess." Sam shook his head. "You're lucky. You know that, right?"

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"I know." He grinned. "Been thinking maybe I should go buy a lottery ticket, I've been so lucky lately."

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Sam smirked. "I'd encourage you, but only if you promise to share the winnings."

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"What's mine, little brother, is yours. Winnings and all," Dean said grandly.