Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

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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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn grinned at Dean, appreciating the effort. And hey, amoebas were funny shapes, too. "It's perfect. Really." She munched a piece of bacon. "I know I've told you before, but you're a good cook."

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"I smell bacon!" Joxer exclaimed, hopping into the common room with a clang.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean smiled at the compliment. "Someone had to cook for the bottomless pit that is my brother. Gave me a lot of practice. Though not at making funny shaped pancakes, sorry."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn examined her pancakes. "No, they're funny shapes. I didn't say that had to look like anything. You're good." She poured a miniscule amount of syrup onto them, then took a bite. "Really good. And Sam ate a lot, huh?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Dean said, realising he probably should've cooked like he expected the usual breakfast hordes. "Um, don't know how much is left, but..."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"How do you think he got to be so tall?" Dean asked, only half joking.

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Joxer said, taking off his helmet. "Don't worry about it. I think I still have a few turnips, so I'll be able to fend for myself." He then pulled two small turnips out of the top of his helmet.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Freaky genetics?" Dawn teased, thinking of she and Buffy. Hopefully not that freaky. "Is your dad tall?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I think Sammy's going to end up taller though, unless I start putting heavy books on his head to weigh him down."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn snickered. "Let me know how that goes over, please?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"If I ever try it, I'll make sure you have a front row seat," Dean promised.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean eyed him and made a mental note to add Joxer to the list of people whose cooking he was never touching. "You're welcome to whatever's left in the kitchen," he added because dude, turnips for breakfast were just vile.

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Joxer nodded. "Thanks. . . Dean, right?"

[likethegun]

After failing to find Dean at the camp, Sam started checking the dorms. He waited until Dean wasn't standing right by Dawn before making a beeline towards him. "Who's Ivanova?" he asked sharply.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean groaned. "You going to hit me on the head with a frying pan too?" he asked his brother.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned. "Yep."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Thanks!" Dawn licked her lips, which were a little bit sticky with pancake syrup, then grabbed a napkin and finished cleaning herself up properly. "So, how's the head? Any after stuff from yesterday?"

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"Ha! I'm getting better at this," Joxer said, pulling a knife out of his belt. "I'm gonna make a bit of stew. You're welcome to have some, when I'm done."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"The head's still attached and the headache's a little less so I think I'll live," Dean said. "Aside from that any other left over stuff is all in the embarrassment and freaking out realm, not the physical." He looked at Dawn earnestly. "I really am sorry," he said again.

[likethegun]

"I don't know. Is there a reason I should?" Sam replied.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean rolled his eyes. "I was under a spell or something. It wasn't my fault."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I know you are, and I'm sorry again, too," Dawn got up and put her plate in the sink, then leaned against it, studying Dean. "And I know it wasn't really you. Do you...do you want to talk about it?"

[likethegun]

"Oh," Sam said, his anger deflating a little. "What happened?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean eyed her speculatively. "Do you want me to?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, but I think I'm fine with breakfast here," Dean said as diplomatically as he could.