Fourth floor common room, Saturday morning

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean had spent most of the last couple of days tracking down and getting things together for one of Sammy's presents and by now was a little sick of the inside of his room.

So he made a quick early morning trip into town for supplies and then set himself up in the Common Room. Currently he was cooking up breakfast, but he also had all the makings for some fudge and other candy recipes he'd found that he wanted to try. It was more ambitious than his usual cooking efforts, but, dude! Fudge!

He'd brought Hunter down with him as well, thinking that the cat had to be getting as sick of The Place as he was and Hunter was now happily stalking a small paper ball near the couch.

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[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

Neil, needed to get out of his room and away from his books for a bit and rather than risk just going out to the third floor common room for some coffee he decided to jog up the stairs to the fourth floor.

The exercise would do him good.

"Morning, Dean." He said cheerfully.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey Neil," Dean replied, looking up from where he was just finishing dishing himself up some breakfast.

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

Wandering towards the coffee pot, Neil pulled it out and inspected the contents.

"Is this only slightly half past mud or very past mud?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Should still actually be pre-mud," Dean replied. "I put it on before I started cooking."

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

"Bonus," Neil exclaimed reaching for a mug.

Pouring himself a cup, he smiled at Dean and headed for the stairs.

"Thank you."

[likethegun]

Sam went upstairs to see what Dean was up to, and was pleased to find him cooking. "Hey," he said. "What are you making?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Fudge," Dean said. "Well, technically breakfast right now, but I'm going to try my hand at fudge."

[likethegun]

"Have you made fudge before?" Sam asked, trying to remember. He had total faith that Dean could pull it off, of course.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Nope." Dean grinned. "First time."

[likethegun]

"Do you want some help?" Sam asked. "I can maybe measure things?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Dean replied. He paused. "You can help me eat it too when it's done."

[likethegun]

"Well, I figured that was a given, if I was helping make it and all."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

When Meg hadn't found Dean in his room she figured the common room would be the next logical place to check.

"What's going on here?" she asked.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Dean greeted her with a grin. "Breakfast and then an attempt at Christmas goody making."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"Need a taste tester?" she asked.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Dean said. "Want some breakfast before we get into that?"

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

She smiled. "That'd be nice. What's on the menu?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean gestured down at his plate of cholesterol. "Bacon and eggs? Or I could probably make you something else if you want?"

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"Bacon and eggs sounds perfect." she said

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn came in, arms full of scrolls, notebooks, and dictionaries. If it looked like she hadn't slept much in the past week, well, there was a reason for that. "Hi. Feed me?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean chuckled. "I think we can manage that. What's with the walking library?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Thing back at home. Giles needs a couple of scrolls translated like, two months ago," she dumped everything on the table, then went looking for coffee. "I've been hiding in the library most of the week. There's a really good back corner under a window, so it's not totally doom and gloomsville."

She yawned and stretched. "What'd I miss this week?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Not much really. It's been pretty quiet." Dean paused. "And hopefully I haven't just jinxed us to an invasion of Christmas elves or something."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Hey, as long as it's not Santa, I'm good," she commented, feeling a pang of missing Anya. "Elves shouldn't be hard to take down."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned suddenly. "Okay with that comment, you're the one jinxing us if it happens, not me. Thanks."