Front Lawn, Town and First Floor Lobby , Sunday Morning

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

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]

"He's fine," Dean reassured her, making an instant decision not to mention the demon centering Sammy out for threats. That was just the demon trying to get to them and he wasn't going to play its game.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Good." She trusted Dean to tell her the truth. "So, meatball? Also, thanks for helping make me solid and visible again."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Just returning the favour," Dean said, giving her a grin.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"That's right!" She elbowed him, then glanced over at Sam. "Think we should put a homing beacon on him?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Nah," Dean said. "I've got my eye on him pretty much all the time. Sammy's not disappearing. Besides, he did good -- he promised me that he'd come to me if he had a vision and he did."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"You don't have your eye on him all the time," Dawn corrected, a bit smugly. Then she realized that it hadn't kept her safe. "The visions...they hurt him a lot." And she'd missed it, even though she'd only been a few feet away.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Dean said softly, glancing over at his brother. "Not that there's been anything I can do about it, other than hand him a couple of painkillers after."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Me either," Dawn glanced over at Sam as well and tried not to look as worried as she felt.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Just have to do our best, I guess," Dean said. "Make sure he doesn't get too far into the emo'ing."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She smiled. "Yeah, I have noticed that tendency. He had a serious case of the guilts going over me being attacked and invisibilized in Folklore class."