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2nd Floor Common Room [Tuesday Evening]

All dried off after Scoobying that afternoon, Bridge is now curled up on a couch in the common room, watching reruns of The Amazing Sci-Fi Submarine Show¹. Because it amuses him to watch a show from over ten years ago that supposedly takes place in his time.

[ooc: 1: seaQuest DSV. also, open for great yay.]

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"It got silly by the end but it was pretty good at first," Dean argued. "And the dolphin was cool."

"I can get behind the dolphin," Rory agreed. "I'm very pro-dolphin. But it's still kind of hokey."

"That's part of its charm," Dean grinned.

"True." Rory returned the grin. "So what's new with you, Dean?"

She paused. "You are Dean and not Alec, right? I like to think I'm getting better at telling the difference, but it took me months to tell between John and Cam."

"I"m Dean," he confirmed. "Not Alec. Also, not Sammy."

"No, Sammy looks like my ex," Rory agreed. "I know that much."

"Except for this past weekend," Dean said dryly.

Rory blinked. And then it clicked. "You thought you were Sam? That must've been...odd."

"It was. Suddenly I was upset because I didn't have a mop for a hairstyle," Dean said dryly. "What about you -- did you get caught up in the insanity?"

"Jude." Rory slouched and raised an eyebrow, and drawled, "It was weird, duuuuuuuuuuuuuude."

Dean burst out laughing. "I'm almost sorry I missed that."

Rory grinned, straightening. "My posture may never be the same. And I felt very, very short. You must've, too."

"Yeah, but I feel short standing next to Sammy anyway. Freaky giant that he is."

"I'm pretty sure his doppleganger is taller, too," Rory said sympathetically. "So he's probably not even done growing."

"I really do need to start putting heavy things on his head to slow the growing down," Dean said with a sigh.

"That's what my mom always said about Dean," she said, nodding. "But having a super-tall guy around is handy. He used to clean our rain gutters without a ladder or anything."

Dean chuckled. "That might come in handy, although we don't actually have rain gutters. Or a house."

"No house? Apartment?" Rory guessed.

"No apartment either," Dean said, shaking his head.

Rory thought for a moment. "Trailer? Tent? Bungalow?"

Dean smiled. "'67 Chevy Impala. We pretty much live on the road."

"Impala's a nice car," Rory said with an appreciative nod. "Why the nomadism?"

"Dad's work," Dean said. "He hunts demons and ghosts and general supernatural nasties. We go where they are."

Rory raised a brow. "But you don't have a base or anything? That must be kind of weird." She blushed slightly. "But then again, that's coming from the girl who's spent her entire life in a weetiny town, so different perspectives, I guess."

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "Still, coming here must've been as much a shock for you as it was for Sammy and me, just in a different way."

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