Fourth floor common room, Saturday evening

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Dean had stretched out a large piece of posterboard over the table and had poured out a number of china shards in a pile beside him from the large sack that was on the floor at his feet. He was carefully sorting through the shards, picking out some to glue to the cardboard.

Just a little arts and crafts project on a Saturday night.

[ooc: this would be what's left of the kitten plates. open for anyone who wants to watch or help with the project. ;)]

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[likethegun]

"Dawn would kill me," Sam said simply. He wasn't going to admit how much he liked having Dawn as an excuse sometimes.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah like she wouldn't want to look at pictures of boy kissy," Dean said. "It's not the looking, it's the touching that would get you frying panned."

[likethegun]

"Do you think Dawn would look at pictures of that sort of thing? On purpose, I mean," Sam asked.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sammy, she thinks Alec and I are cute," he pointed out.