Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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Dawn was wearing the same jeans and sweater she'd been wearing yesterday, not wanting to head back to her room and too tall to borrow Molly's. She was also freezing, which had led to her mixing up a very large pot of oatmeal. The fixings were in the cupboard if anyone wanted them, but she wasn't setting them out.

Instead, she was sitting with her bowl of healthy goodness (once you ignored the raisins and brown sugar she'd added to her own) and a very, very large mug of hot cocoa with mini marshmallows. She read through a large pile of books and scrolls she'd brought with her and that Giles had sent since May (not all of which were in English), trying to find anything that explained what was going on.

She made occasional notes on a pad as she worked.

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[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but you know that'll end up being my fault somehow," Alec said, shrugging.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Nah," Dean told him, clapping a hand to Alec's shoulder affectionately. "This one is all on me. I told you to do it after all."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"So we really can't unleash him?" Alec asked plaintively, leaning close to Dean with a hopeful look.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You just want to tackle him again," Dean observed.

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"No, I wanna watch him run around with that mouth and Sammy's face," Alec said, beaming.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," Dean said, shaking his head. "Part of the big brother gig is taking care of him when he can't take care of himself."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec sighed. "No fun, man."