Fourth Floor Common Room -- Monday evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Still in an absurdly good mood, Dean was in the kitchen cooking. Nothing fancy, just some rice krispie treat, but he figured he wouldn't have any problems finding people to eat it.

Dean took a bite himself. And if he did, well all the more for himself, wasn't it?


[ooc: open now with more marshmallowy goodness!]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I like all your blood to be in you," Dean agreed. "How's the arm anyway? Heal up okay?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She showed off her forearm. Some thin long red cuts were still visible, but it looked more like she'd been scratched. "Almost done. All the stuff I got, and they couldn't have thrown in super healing? Total gyp."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Completely," Dean agreed. "Though what they did give you is all first rate." He waggled his eyebrows at her.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Thanks." Dawn blushed and wondered idly how long it would be until Dean couldn't make her do that anymore. "So, your dad, huh? You must be thrilled."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, pretty much," Dean admitted. "Though it's going to be weird having him here too. I won't just have to worry about getting detention if I get in trouble, I'll have to worry about my Dad finding out."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn grinned a little wickedly at him. "I guess you'll just have to be on your very best behavior, then."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I just might strain something before the end of the semester," he said with mock mournfulness.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She laughed. "Maybe you'll end up in detention with your dad."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean shuddered. "God, I hope not. The muskrat costume was bad enough."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I could always tell him about the muskrat costume," Dawn said helpfully.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean gave her a look of horror.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"...no?" She teased.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Worlds of no. Really."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"What about the ballet costume? I bet someone has pictures..."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean's eyes widened even more. "Are you trying to make me die of embarrassment?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn giggled a lot. "Die, no. Ooh, does your dad have baby pictures?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so," Dean said. "I think they were all lost in the fire."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Damn. Suddenly things were awkward. Still...

"Can we dress you up like babies and take them now?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean stare at her. "What?" he asked, laughter in his voice.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Well," Dawn said, giggling, "you said you didn't have any...so I was thinking that I could help you and Sam and your dad out. So you'd have memories. Yup. Oooh, I bet Alec would help..."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Y'know it would almost be worth it just to see Sammy's face when you tell him that you and Alec want to dress him up in a diaper to take baby pictures."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She tried for innocent again. "Why? You don't think Sam would be in favor of the plan? We could recreate his whole childhood!"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I think he'd turn beat red and sputter for a good five minutes."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"...that would be bad, right?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Well if he died of embarrassment, yeah it would be."