Third Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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Dawn was stretched out on one of the couches and flipping through channels.

"Oooh, sharks."

After a few minutes, she was feeling a bit hungry, so she got up to make herself a sandwich. Any resemblance between the song she was humming and the Teeth theme song was purely coincidental.

[ooc: Open to all!]

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Dean took the offered bite. "Today is apparently a pie day. Sammy fed me some of the one he made at lunch."

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"Sam made pie?" Dawn looked him over. He looked healthy. "And you ate it? How was it?"

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"Pretty good. Not perfect, but definitely edible." He grinned. "Though he was looking so hopeful, I probably would've eaten it even if it was horrible. Sammy and his puppy eyes."

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"They are pretty irresistible," Dawn admitted. "But it's a good thing you didn't get food poisoning."

She stretched up on her tiptoes and whispered, "I heard from Buffy. I'm staying for the school year."

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"Yeah?" A large smile spread across Dean's face. "That's great." The smile disappeared as quickly as it came. "I don't know yet if Dad's going to leave Sammy and me here past the summer or not."

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"What would convince him to let you two stay?" Dawn wasn't above begging. Or beaning Dean's father with a frying pan.

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"If he thinks we need to leave, nothing," Dean said. "But... I think if he knows we both want to stay..."

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"Yeah?" Dawn beamed up at him, looking very, very hopeful. "So you're gonna tell him, right?"

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Dean nodded. "I never would've thought when we first arrived that I'd want to stay, but I do."

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"Yay!" She hugged him around the waist. "How's your head?"

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"It's fine. Though," he smiled wryly, "if you'd ask me that yesterday, you would've got a different answer. How 'bout yours?"

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"Better," she nodded. "Although I could have done without the throwing up part. Or the headaches. Or the light sensitivity. It was mostly gone by the time I painted on Isabel, though."

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Dean blinked. "Painted on Isabel?" he echoed.

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"For Greg," Dawn said, as if that explained anything. "Henna, and wee thin brushes. I painted a design on her back for her."

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"Really." He grinned and pulled her close. "Knew you were a woman of many talents."

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"Isabel's idea," Dawn showed him her fingers, still stained brown with henna, "I just helped with the execution."

"And, really?"

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"Really," Dean repeated, still smiling, and leaning in to steal a quick kiss.

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She kissed him back. "So, how was your day? I think Blair and I may have over-annoyed Professor Blackadder."

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"I can't ever imagine you being annoying," Dead told her honestly. "And my day was good. There was pie and tv and even a floor show." He leaned in as if sharing a secret. "Sammy hauled off and punched Alec."

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"He did?" Dawn leaned in as well, and whispered back, "What happened? Is Sam okay? Is Alec?"

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"Sammy's fine," Dean quickly assured her. "Alec's got a split lip, but he heals fast. And, really, he's been asking for it for a while. Poke my brother long enough, he'll eventually poke back."

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"Don't make Sam mad," Dawn repeated. "Check. He really split Alec's lip? Wow."