Fourth floor common room, Sunday evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was in the kitchen cooking up some hamburgers. He was making more than even he could eat because he knew how food around here seemed to conjure up people to eat it.

He'd brought his ghetto blaster out too and was singing along to Metallica as he cooked.

[ooc: open as common rooms are]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean shrugged and smiled. "I do my best."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

She shrugged back. "I live across the hall from him and Peter's my big brother. I hear a lot. You do really well."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sammy's worth it," Dean said. "He's a good kid."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

She nodded. "Yeah, he is. He's always been really good to me. He's going to help me demon proof my room sometime."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I could do that too if you'd prefer," Dean offered. "I didn't say anything before because of the whole demon me thing but..."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"You'd teach me, too?" she asked. "I want to know what to do for myself somewhere else."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"How to set up your room?" Dean nodded. "Absolutely."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Then... yeah. Sam's been a little... busy. Though we should at least ask him if he wants to help."

Peyton smiled at him. "Thanks. I feel good knowing Sam's across the hall, but the room and learning about it will be even better."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"No problem. It'll make me feel better knowing you're properly protected too."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" she said with a smile. "That's sweet."