Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Trying to fully get back into the swing of things and stop hanging out in his room all the time, Dean was in the common room kitchen cooking up breakfast. He figured even on April Fool's Day free food would draw people out.

Not that he was pranking anyone just yet -- although the thought had crossed his mind. He'd planned his observance of the day for later. It was more sporting that way.

[ooc: open with free breakfast]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad you think so, at least," Bridge says with a tentative smile.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Trust me, if there's one thing I've been taught about, it's demons and possession. You weren't responsible for anything that happened. And I know, that kind of thing isn't you."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I guess that is something you'd know a little about, yeah," Bridge says. "Just... thanks, man."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean nodded. "Eggs?" he offered, gesturing to the pan he'd been cooking in.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Please," Bridge says. "Is there toast?" he says hopefully. Hey, in a couple of days he'll be not allowed toast for a week. Gotta stock up. Or something.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Dean nodded to where it was. "Not a full breakfast without toast."