fandomhighdorms | Front Lawn, Town and First Floor Lobby , Sunday Morning

Dawn's plan had been to go to J,GoB's in town and get some breakfasty things before Sam woke up, so she could yell at him for leaving her behind when he went to do dangerous demony things the night before on a full stomach. It was freezing, but it was just external cold and not the cold that had almost frozen her from the inside during the week, so she didn't mind so much.

That plan very quickly changed the first time she got hit in the head with a falling meatball. "What the--" She looked up as she watched the meatball roll away from her into the grass, and managed to avoid the second, and the third, but not the fourth or most of the ones after that.

So, she ran much more quickly into town and picked up some brownies, but mostly she invested in a bunch of sub rolls and some napkins. She stepped out of the bakery, brandishing the sub roll at the sky with vigor and a slightly maniacal gleam in her eyes. "Back! Back, if you don't want to be eaten!" Then she held another (open) roll over her head as she ran back to school.

Dawn dumped the bag of rolls on the floor of the lobby and headed out to catch herself some breakfast.

[ooc: Open to all. Feel free to catch your own meatball sub. If soda rain starts, feel free to say that cups are supplied as well.]

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"I was in the bathroom and it just hit me," Sam admitted. "I had a vision of Blair killing Parker."

"Blair?" Dawn closed the distance between them, then asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Okay, so maybe it wouldn't wait until later.

"I didn't want to worry you," Sam insisted. "You were still recovering from your attack, and I didn't want to give you something else to be concerned about."

She wasn't quite willing to concede that Sam had a point yet, though she realized he did. "You could have at least warned me, Sam. I thought we agreed on that? That I wouldn't be taken care of, or have things kept from me for my own good anymore?"

"I would have told you about the vision...eventually," he said. "But I didn't want to waste time in case Parker was really in trouble. So, I went to Dean, so we could check Blair out and find out what was going on. You can't keep me from trying to take care of you. It's my job." Sam straightened up a little, eyes wide as he realized what he said. "Oh God, I'm turning into Dean."

"Your job?" Dawn asked, trying not to get very mad, but she didn't want anyone else to feel the need to protect her. "Funny, I don't remember hiring you."

"I didn't mean job like...a job, like it's something I don't want to do," Sam said quickly. "But you're supposed to take care of the people you love. That's how it works."

And she couldn't argue with that either, darn it. "I know that's how it works, but you can't keep me from stuff because you think I can't handle it, no matter what's happened before then." She looked at him seriously. "I can decide for myself what I am and am not ready to handle, or help with. I'm a person, Sam. No protecting me from things I need to know, including if you're going into something dangerous. The taking care of thing works both ways."

"Well, what Dean and I got ourselves into yesterday was really dangerous. We had to get Dad to do a full-on exorcism," he said. "As much as I know you want to help, I can't deny being kind of glad that you weren't there for it."

"An exorcism?"

"You don't think Blair would try to kill Parker on his own, do you?" Sam asked, with a light smirk. "He was possessed. His eyes looked weird in my vision, and when we broke into his room, we found sulfur residue, and his stuff set the EMF meter off."

"I wouldn't have thought so, no," Dawn admitted. "So, then what happened?"

"We went to Dad, explained what we'd found, and convinced him that there was something wrong," Sam replied. "We put a devil's trap on the ceiling of Dad's office to keep Blair from being able to go anywhere, and then my dad called him to tell him to come by. I guess the demon was trying to act casual, 'cause he showed up, and Dad got him." Leaving out the part about what the demon said to him was entirely intentional.

"Got him?" Dawn asked, shivering a little, "Where's the demon now?"

"In hell," Sam said proudly. "That's what happens when you exorcise a demon - it gets banished back to hell. Blair's all right now, just tired and probably a little sore."

"Oh, good," Dawn smiled at him. "Congratulations, then. But I'm still not happy about the keeping me protected thing, Sam. I'm not china, and I can fight," although she admitted that it wasn't her best thing, "or research."

Sam nodded. "I know. I should have at least told you about the vision before you had to hear about it on the radio. I just hate admitting that the whole thing hasn't gone away yet."

"It's okay that it didn't go away," Dawn took his hand in hers, looking up at his face. "It's part of who you are."

"It's not okay," Sam said seriously. "I don't want this to be a part of me. I was perfectly happy with who I was before."

"It is," Dawn insisted, "and I know you were perfectly happy and this is an adjustment, but you've got a gift, Sam. You saved Parker. You found Dean. Think of what would happen if you didn't have it."