Jackalope campfire -- Saturday evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

After he'd got sprung from the clinic Dean had headed back to the cabin, fed Hunter and then spent the afternoon resting and surfing the 'net on his minicomp, trying to stick to things that he didn't really need two hands to do.

But that got old after a while so here he was out at the campfire (which he was able to start one handed, thank you very much), carefully putting marshmallows on a stick with the one hand he didn't have in a sling in preparation to toasting them.

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[likethegun]

Having escaped from detention, Sam went to check up on Dean and make sure he wasn't doing anything strenuous.

No, he didn't feel like a hypocrite, thank you very much.

"Hey," he called, walking faster when he spotted Dean by the fire. "Need a hand? Literally or figuratively?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean smiled wryly. "Could maybe, yeah," he admitted. "Want to hold the stick or skewer the marshmallows?"

[likethegun]

"I can do both," Sam replied, holding out his hands.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean shrugged and handed both stick and bag of marshmallows over. "Knock yourself out, dude."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Charlie said, waving to the guy she didn't know as she sat down next to Dean. "I'm Charlie. McGee. Dean's my assigned Big Brother."

[likethegun]

"You're Charlie?" Sam asked, perking up. "It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Sam. Dean's my actual big brother."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, cool. Hi!" Charlie brightened, then shot Dean a worried look. "Does he do this a lot? Because he told me all about the ghost fighting and the demons, but he didn't say anything about getting hurt."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

After an annoying, long day at work, Turtle was glad to return to the cabin and find someone'd already started a fire. She plopped down on a long and let out a long sigh, arms drooping between her legs, staring at the firepit for a moment to sort of...just relax for a little, or something.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"There's marshmallows and sticks if you want to roast any," Dean offered.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hey, Dean," Turtle smiled at him a little, realizing someone else was there, but, well, that made sense because who else would have made the fire? She took him up on his offer and shoved a marshmallow on the end of a stick. Then another one. And another. There was something strangely therapeutic in stabbing them. "What'd you do to your arm?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Got thrown into a tree by a homocidal goalie from hell," he said almost cheerfully. "Dislocated my shoulder."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Turtle. How's the business?" Charlie asked as she sat down, propping her head on her hands.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hey, Charlie," Turtle gave her a small smile as she sat down. "Good, as usual. Still having hiring problems. Feeling a little burnt out, but that'll pass, I'm sure. How've you been? You started at the music store, right?"

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"Yup, second day. Actually made a sale, too." Charlie grinned. "I don't feel totally useless as a salesperson now. It's great. Miss Valentine even let me wear her cat ears."

[the_merriest]

Valentines were very important, far too important to be used as human crutches. Valentines also had a low tolerance for whiny, nagging, restless, bored Rikkus.

Which is how Rikku got an escort for the walk over to Jackalope to finally, finally, finally find out if Dean was okay.

She drew a deep breath of relief when she saw him and waved excitedly, wincing a bit when she saw the sling. "Dean! How are you? What did they say? What is it?"


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[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentines were indeed very important. They were also unaccustomed to being human crutches for flaily waving silly purple-haired girls.
So, while she was waving, he was looking around for a place to deposit her for a while.
"We can find you a place to sit now, you know," he mumbled.

[the_merriest]

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Cranky." Rikku laughed, rolling her eyes and easing into an available chair. "I didn't know you were in such a hurry to have your arm back."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey Rikku!" Dean said, smiling at her, relieved to see her more or less in one piece. "How's the ankle?"

[the_merriest]

Rikku waved off the question, sitting down carefully. "I just wrenched it. My own stupid fault anyway. Someone told you they got him, right? Kinda sorry we had to miss the big finale, but ... no, you know, I'm really not."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

Charlie came by after her shift at Groovy Tunes was over, and sat down next to Dean. "You got hurt," she said, giving him a worried look. "I heard it on the Radio. Are you okay? Can I help? What happened?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean smiled reassuringly at her. "Zigged when I should've zagged and got thrown into a tree by the homicidal goalie from hell," he said. "Dislocated my shoulder. It's all put back now, just going to be a little sore for a while."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"You met the knife psycho? Oh my god," Charlie blurted. "Do you want ice? Aspirin? Heating pad? I don't know, what do people do for these things?"

[wannabehunter]

Feeling like she'd missed something interesting happening over the last few days, Jo emerged from the cabin. "Evening."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey Jo," Dean greeted her, waving his stick with marshmallows in a wave.

[wannabehunter]

"Dean," Jo waved back, then frowned. "What happened to your arm?"