Fourth floor common room, late Sunday morning

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

It had been a while since he'd done the open brunch thing and with things finally feeling like they were getting back to something resembling normal for him, it felt like a good time to do it again.

So here Dean was in the kitchen of the common room, dividing his attention from the food cooking and the book Karal had given him to read. Who said he couldn't multitask?

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[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"He's been talking about me?" Evey blushed. "That'd be me, yes. Nice to meet you, Dean."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Likewise. And yeah, he has, though I think the word you're looking for is 'gushing.'"

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

Evey wasn't used to being talked about in a pleasant light, really. "Oh." She fidgeted a little, shy, and changed the subject with all the finesse she had. "So do you cook often?"

...so Evey wasn't that good at manipulating conversation.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean thought the lack of conversation manipulation was kinda cute. Also probably something Karal would go for. "Some," he said. "I looked after my little brother a lot when we were younger so I kinda got used to cooking for him and it's not hard to just cook more, y'know?"

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

She nodded. "There's so much food here," she noted, smiling a little. "How old is your brother now?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Fifteen." Dean nodded in Sammy's direction. "The tall floppy haired geek eating waffles like there's no tomorrow? That's Sammy."

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"He's very...big." Evey was going to have to get used to the amount of tall boys she was encountering here. "Clearly you've done your job well."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Dean said, giving his brother a fond look. "He has turned out pretty cool. So how about you? Any siblings?"

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"I had a brother, but he died when we were young," she said simply. "So no, not really. You're fortunate to have your brother with you here."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Don't I know it," Dean said heartfelt. "I'm sorry about your brother."

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"It was a long time ago," she said, shrugging. "Where are you from, Dean?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Originally? Lawrence, Kansas, but we moved around a lot," Dean explained. "You?"

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"London, England," she said, smiling, and added, "twenty years from now. Are you from this time?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"More or less," Dean said. "About nine years in the past, but not too much has changed. Is it much different where you're from?"

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

Evey nodded, careful to avoid details. "Yeah, the world's pretty different. I'm not sure whether this is my timeline, though." She sighed. "We don't have this time confusion thing at home."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it was new to me too. You get used to it. At least you don't have somewhere else running around with your face. Though that's not entirely a bad thing either."

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"Oh, but I do." Evey gave him a little smile. "Do you have one of those, too?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Alec. He's my best friend in addition to being stunningly handsome," Dean joked. "He's kinda gone walkabout for a while though."

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"Oh. I hope he comes back, then, and that he's safe." Evey quirked half her mouth in a smile. "I'm a perfect likeness of Luke Skywalker's mother, apparently. Makes things a bit odd."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Huh. That's a new one. Yeah, I bet it would." Dean cocked his head looking at her. "Now that you mention it, you do like kinda familiar..."

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"Do I?" Evey asked, raising her brows. "Has Luke been showing you pictures of his mum?" It seemed unlikely that he'd seen television broadcasts from eighteen years from now.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Nah, it was something else," Dean said, trying to remember.

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"...oh, crap, is there someone else with my face?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I..." Finally the memory popped up and Dean grinned. "Not here at least -- it was a simulation I remember, from Criminal Justice my sophmore year."

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"Who was your teacher?" she wondered, frowning a little.