Fourth floor common room, early Saturday afternoon

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was in the kitchen making up some grilled cheese sandwiches and mac and cheese. The plan for the afternoon was to take advantage of the no death threatening events or weirdness and camp out in front of the tv and see if there was a bad movie he could watch and heckle. With food of course.

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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn wandered in. "No turkey, right?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean chuckled. "No turkey. Grilled cheese and mac and cheese. Kinda going for a theme I guess."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"It's a good, cheesy theme," she peeked into the pot and sniffed, "I approve."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"All I need is some cheesy movies on tv to go with it and I'm set."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Monster movies, space movies, or comedies?" Because it was important to know what kind of events you were crashing.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

The food part of this plan was the part Cassandra really approved of. It was also the part that drew her into the common room to look around curiously. "Smells good."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Dean said. "You want some?"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Never say not to food," she grinned.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned. "You see that's what I always say. I don't think we've met. I'm Dean Winchester."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Cassandra," she said, then added, "Cain." She grinned a bit, "Think you know my roommate."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad and Prince Oscar Pedro had woken up not too long ago and were down a floor in the hunt for food when Chad got that sneaking suspicion that you got from living here when there were food happenings occurring elsewhere. So, with a can of tuna fish for the cat that had yet to be opened and a tomato he hadn't gotten around to biting into, he went to confirm the suspicion and found people. He liked people.

"Hey, people."

Prince Oscar Pedro also meowed, but there was a good chance with how he was eying that tuna fish, it was more of a reminder to Chad that he was hungry rather than a greeting.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Dean said, then glanced at the cat. "Dude, did your cat have a run in with a bottle of nair?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad blinked at Dean for a moment before looking over at Prince Oscar Pedro on his shoulder, and then back at Dean. "Take it you haven't met him before," he muttered, as if he was surprised that someone might not have. "He's a hairless breed; he's supposed to be like that."

And then he smiled a little and scratched at the kitten's bare head, which, usually, the kitten liked, but that can was still unopened and he was hungry.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Huh," Dean said. "Learn something new every day." He chuckled as the cat made its focus on the can of tuna very clear. "Think someone's trying to tell you to open the tuna and no one will get hurt."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Huh?"

Chad had almost seemed entirely unaware of the fact that he had been carrying food as a few insistent meows rose up from the hairless cat. He blinked, and then his hand fell toward the can.

"Oh, right. Where you guys keep your can opener up here? I was downstairs, but got distracted."

As hard as that might be to believe and all...

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn waved from over by the fridge, trying to decide between hot sauce or ketchup for her mac and cheese. Hmmm. Or maybe some bacon. Or artichokes.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

How could there even have been a choice? Chad lifted his chin, grunting in greeting. "Hey, Dawn. What's up?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Deciding how experimental I want to be," she told him, backing out of the fridge with a bottle of hot sauce and spotting Prince Oscar Pedro. "Wow, now that's a cat."

Kind of an ugly, non-fluffy cat, but she didn't want to make the cat upset. Or Chad. "What about you?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad had a small smile, pleased that Dawn could recognized that, yes, Prince Oscar Pedro was, indeed, a cat. And not something else, as some people (himself in unfortunately circumstances) were wont to believe. "Not much," he answered. "Was jus' in the middle of feeding him when I felt like I wanted to come up here." He shrugged. "Take it you haven't meet Prince Oscar Pedro, yet?"

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

Meg was starting to spend more time on the fourth floor than she was on her own.

"Hey." she said. "What are you making?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Dean said, grinning when he saw her. "Mac and cheese and some grilled cheese sandwiches. Figured to stay away from the turkey today."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"Good idea." she said. "Personally I don't want to see turkey again. Until next year."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"It was damned good though, wasn't it?" Dean asked. "The whole meal."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"It was very good." Meg said, smiling. "Thanks for inviting me again."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy wandered in eventually. "What's cooking?"