Fourth Floor Common Room - Sunday morning

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Dean was in the kitchen, humming Christmas carols absently as he cooked breakfast that consisted of the bacon and eggs and French toast alone with the usual breakfast stuff. There was also egg nog along with the usual orange juice and coffee because hey, Christmas Eve Day.

In the lounge part of the common room, Hunter was avidly stalking and pouncing on and wrestling with an empty cut down roll that wrapping paper comes on. Dean kept one eye on him as he cooked.

He didn't know how many students were still hanging around, but he figured those that were would probably appreciate food. After all they always did.

[OOC: food and post are both open to all]

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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Of what?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"He might want to play with your hair himself," Dean explained.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"You could always braid Sam's hair," Dawn teased.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"If it's long enough to braid, it's far past time for him to get a trim," Dean said primly.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn snorted. "Spoken like a true big brother."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I'm just trying to keep him from looking like an unkept sheep dog," Dean protested.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Which I appreciate, really. I can't see his eyes if he's got hair in them." But still, it would probably be good to focus Dean's attention on someone other than Sam for a while.