Fightin' Fox Cabin, Sunday Afternoon

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Dawn was trying very hard not to resent the cabins for taking away two weeks of her last few weeks living with Sam, but it wasn't working as well as she wanted it to. To distract herself (and because she had to do it if she expected to sleep anyway), Dawn was outside the cabin, drawing protective sigils on the outside of the window sills near her bunk.

Salting the inside would be next.

[ooc: Open to cabinmates, anyone who's wondering what she's up to, wants to help, or wants her to stop.]

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"Ooh, I'm sorry. I meant you're so bad that it makes me feel like I'm being bad for being with you," Sam said. "Was that better?"

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"I can feel the mockage from here, you know."

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"I mock because I love," Sam said. "Really, I swear."

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"Uh huh." She said, feeling very unconvinced.

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"I could prove it, if you really want me to," Sam said, looking smug.

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"Okay, Winchester. Put your money where your mouth is."

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Sam took that as an invitation to put his mouth on Dawn, and give her a slow, steady kiss.