Fourth Floor Common Room -- early afternoon

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was in the kitchen area, finally cooking up the meal he'd promised Sammy he'd make a while ago. If nothing else, the events of the past week seemed to have worked as a kick in the ass to actually do some of the things he'd been meaning to get around to.

Knowing that food tended to attract people here, he was deliberately making a lot more of the macoroni and cheese than he and Sammy could eat. At worst it would mean there'd be leftovers in the fridge, but Dean really didn't think he'd have to worry too much about that.

[ooc: open with free food]

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[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly was on a search for food and, oh look, here is Dean with food. How lucky.

"Hey, Dean. What are you making?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Macoroni and cheese, by request." He grinned. "Plenty to share though, help yourself, Molly."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Out of Sunday morning habit, Dawn went looking for food on the wrong floor. "Hi. Is this a private thing, or can anyone join?"

[likethegun]

Sam watched Dean as he went about cooking, keeping himself out of his brother's personal space, but still getting close enough to try to make sure he got to the food before anyone else.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You can always join," Dean told her with a smile. "Just don't get between Sammy and his dish; you might lose an arm or something."

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly grinned. "Thank, Dean." She got out a small bowl and took some of the macaroni and cheese. "Who are you making it for? Sam?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean shot his brother an amused look. "Don't worry, you get first dibs. You'd think no one fed you since the last time I cooked."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn glanced down quickly down at her own arm, now mostly healed. "No getting between Sam and the food. Check." She peeked into the pots. "So what're we having?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Dawn," Molly said with a wave. "You doing anything this afternoon?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn made a big show of thinking about that, then giggled. "Nope. My schedule's completely open. Why?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"Was wondering if you wanted to play on the internet this afternoon," Molly said between bites of food. "Try to find those old shows."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yup. Beware of hovering unusually tall fourteen year olds," Dean joked.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Once Sam had been fed, Dawn took a bowl and filled it with cheesy pasta goodness. "Sure! I don't know how, though. Can we figure it out on our own?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Mac and cheese." He nodded to where Sammy was hovering. "His choice."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn laughed. "I guess so. Do you ever put other stuff in it, or are you a purist?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly glanced over to where Sam was already well into his lunch and took a large step to the side. "I'll just stay out of the way in case he wants seconds."

[likethegun]

"No one's fed me good comfort food since the last time you cooked," Sam pointed out.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I think you just like me waiting on you," Dean teased.

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly nodded. "I've done it before. It should be the same here. The sites will probably be different, but doing a search for them is easy."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Good call." He winked. "I'm still trying to teach him about sharing."

[likethegun]

Sam laughed and tried to give Dean a look of fake offense. "I would never feel that way. Or, at least, I'd never admit to it."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes I'd add stuff, when we had stuff to add. Weiners and such." Dean snickered. "And then Sammy would pout at me and pick them out. A few times I even got belted with weiner bits. It's safe to say my brother's a purist."

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"Maybe if he ever stops growing, he'll learn," Molly said with a laugh.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"This may surprise you, but I am not a macaroni and cheese purist," she nodded, amused by the mental picture of a weetiny Sam throwing hot dogs at a less weetiny Dean.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge wanders in to the fourth floor common room.

"Hey, people," he says with a wave, moving to sit down, but then pauses as he sees Dean in the kitchen area. "Oooh, food?"