Third Floor Common Room -- Monday Morning

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Sammy, Dawn and Jo all had class this morning, which left Dean more or less in charge of the entire tribe.

Having long ago learned the value of both television and food when looking after kids, Dean got them all down the hall to the common room and settled down in front of the tv watching cartoons as he cooked breakfast.

This was giving him deja vu to when he would do this for Sammy. Granted this was in bigger numbers, but it wasn't really that different.

[ooc: Open as common rooms are, there's probably enough food to feed people whose last name isn't Winchester too]

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Dean grinned. "Yep. Dad officially gave it to me for my last birthday actually."

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John relaxed. His dad without the Impala was just weird. "I'm gonna get it when I'm old enough, right?" Maybe he could get this dad to promise, and it would still count.

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Dean paused. "What have I said before?" he asked warily.

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"Something about dead bodies that weren't zombies or vampires..." he muttered.

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Dean grinned. "Yeah, that sounds like me."

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John gave a very loud sigh. "Will you let me sit in front, at least? Otherwise Mom makes me do homework and translations and stuff in the back."