Fourth floor Common Room, Sunday evening

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After taking Sammy out for a run and a game of catch, Dean grabbed all the fixings for phenomanl subs and headed down to the common room. Making himselfa couple of huge sandwiches, Dean settled down on the couch to watch the American Gladiator finale.

Every now and then, he'd toss another piece of deli meat to Sammy.

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[likethegun]

Sam got sulky and laid down on the couch again. I won't be a dog forever.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I know," Dean said easily, reaching over for more scritches. "But you'll still be a bitch though."

[likethegun]

Only to you, Sam thought, but that didn't stop him from accepting more scritches.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"It's not everyone I let call me a jerk, y'know."

[likethegun]

Sam really wished he could talk, so he could point out that Dean wasn't a jerk to everyone. He was going to have to save that conversation for later, when he was human again.