Front Lawn, Town and First Floor Lobby , Sunday Morning

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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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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean spotted his brother and headed over. "What is with this place and edible percipitation? We going to have to exorcise the weather next?"

[likethegun]

Sam gave a short laugh. "I think I've had enough of exorcisms for a while."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah me too. Last night was intense."

[likethegun]

"Intense is a good word," Sam agreed. "I feel sorry for Blair, and everything he had to go through."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "Though hopefully he'll have a better understanding why there needs to be people like Dad around." He grinned. "And us."

[likethegun]

"Yeah, maybe this will keep him from suggesting that we're killers for a little while," Sam added, trying not to think too hard about what Blair had said to him while he was possessed.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean knew how his brother's mind worked and could read him like a book. "Don't worry about what the demon said," he told Sammy. "It was just trying to yank our chains, especially Dad's and the quickest way to do that is to go after you."

[likethegun]

"Yeah right," Sam said sarcastically. "And we should just ignore the fact that this isn't the first time this has happened."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Nothing's going to happen to you, Sammy," Dean said with all the conviction in him.

[likethegun]

"You don't know that," Sam said, with equal conviction.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I do," Dean argued. "Because I'm not going to let it."

[likethegun]

Sam sighed. "Because you're strong enough to stop anything that might happen, right?" he said. "You know I think you can do anything you set your mind to doing, but even you have to have a limit somewhere."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"It's not just me. It's Dad too," Dean said as if that answered all objections Sammy could have about being strong enough to stop anything.

[likethegun]

"Oh yeah, 'cause Dad will really be the first person jumping to my defense if it turns out something is wrong with me," he replied, sounding a little bitter.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean stared at him. "You can't be serious."

[likethegun]

"Of course I'm serious," Sam said. "If I thought Dad would be okay with all of this, I wouldn't be keeping my visions from him."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sammy, Dad loves you. You're the most important thing in his life," Dean told him. "A little vision here or there isn't going to change that."

[likethegun]

Sam gave Dean a look as though he'd gone slightly crazy. "Dean, you're the most important thing in Dad's life. You really don't think he's going to freak out that there's something weird with me?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Did I freak out?" Dean asked. "It doesn't change who you are, just because you have a slightly freakier brain than we thought. And dude, you're are too the most important thing in Dad's life. He's always told me I have to look out for you, take care of you -- not that I resent that or anything, but that's what you do with the most important thing in your life."

[likethegun]

"You can't tell me that you weren't freaked out when I first told you what was going on," Sam protested. "And you also didn't see what Dad was like while you were gone."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You never saw how Dad laid into me when I-" Dean began, then stopped as he realised what he was about to say. But doggedly he continued because this was important that Sammy understand. "When I almost got you killed," he finished quietly. "If I was freaked out when you told me it was because I was freaking invisible and immaterial at the time. Didn't change who you are, or how I feel about you."

[likethegun]

"I don't remember you ever almost getting me killed," Sam said. "And even if you did, okay, so Dad laid into you once. He used to lay into me all the time, and the only reason he doesn't do it now is because we're not together 24/7. He's not sensible like you are, Dean. It may not have changed how you feel, but it'll change him."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean let the whole almost getting Sammy killed thing drop because he really wasn't ready to talk about it. But the rest...

"Do you really think Dad could just stop loving you like that?"

[likethegun]

"Maybe?" Sam said, admittedly uncertain. "I'm not sure. But I don't think I want to find out either."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"He wouldn't," Dean said with complete conviction. "He couldn't. Trust me Sammy."