Jackalope campfire -- Saturday evening

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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?"

[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]

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

[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."

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"Nice," Turtle said, with an impressed quirk of her eyebrow; she kept her eyes on the marshmallows above the flames. "No offense, better you than me. I don't think I could stand much of a chance against a homocidal goalie. Too much shin padding..."

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Dean chuckled. "This one just had the goalie mask. And a machete."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Well, geez, look at me, failing at actually putting my kicking to a good use," Turtle muttered. "Is...all that stuff finally taken care of, then?"

[likethegun]

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

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, far as I know. I was kinda passed out before we got to the sending back to hell bit, but I'm sure I'd've heard if it hadn't gone down as planned."

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

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Turtle nodded. "Cool. Kind of nerve-wracking. I left home to get away from a murderer and here there was this other guy, trying it. Not as successful or subtle as Westing's killer, though, thank goodness...Plus, Sunset Towers doesn't have the sort of...manpower we got here at Fandom. Must have been nuts to wanna attack here."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Well he was dead..." Dean pointed out. "That seems to mess with the higher brain functions a lot."

[likethegun]

Sam smirked, took the bag, and loaded the stick up with marshmallows before handing it back to Dean, keeping the bag for himself to eat some of the un-roasted ones. "You going to be okay with those in the fire?" he asked, sitting down.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Wait...he was dead? Like, already dead? Like, corpse-slash-zombie-slash-ghost dead?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Dude, I got an arm in a sling, I'm not in a full body cast," Dean told him with an irritated glance as he swung the stick over the fire.

[likethegun]

"Well excuse me, but I wasn't sure how sore you were feeling," Sam said defensively. "Speaking of which, how's your shoulder doing today?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yep. Which makes trying to kill him kinda problematic."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sore," Dean admitted. "Still attached though so that's something."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Eee," Turtle's lips curled back a little. "Maybe my kicks would have been pretty useless after all..."

[likethegun]

"What did you do all day? I swear, if you tell me you did anything serious, I will punch you in your shoulder."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean stared at him a minute. "Maybe you need to lay off the caffiene a little there, Sammy."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"The sentiment's appreciated," Dean told her. "You can kick evil spirits for me anytime."

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"Sentiment-a-who's-it appreciated right back at you," Turtle said, slightly quirking a grin at him, "but I don't think I'm much good against spirits. Just bratty idiots and jerkfaces who touch my braid. If you've ever got a problem with one of those, however..." She pointed a thumb at herself, "I'm your gal."