ext_31287 ([identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-04-12 10:02 am

Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning

Dean was up fairly bright and early -- or at least what he considered bright and early -- and out in the Common Room cooking mass amounts of breakfast. Both John William and Cas were helping and he suspected that even if no one else showed up, the three of them would be able to polish off a good portion of what they were cooking.

And then maybe later he'd take them out for pie.

The boys were Winchesters after all.

[identity profile] weeparks.livejournal.com 2009-04-12 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mommy's still sleepin' in her room," Gwen said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "I'm Gwen!"

[identity profile] weebasstards.livejournal.com 2009-04-12 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm Naaaate!" he told her in return. "Wanna find food with me?"

Ah yes, latching on to pretty girls. He was his father's son.

[identity profile] weeparks.livejournal.com 2009-04-12 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay," Gwen agreed cheerfully.

[identity profile] weebasstards.livejournal.com 2009-04-13 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"What kinda stuffs you want?" he asked. "Like chocklit?" It was what Angela had ended up giving them yesterday, after all.

[identity profile] weeparks.livejournal.com 2009-04-13 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Um..." Gwen thought about it. "Can we find marshmallows, too?"

[identity profile] weebasstards.livejournal.com 2009-04-13 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I can find anything!" Someone has a lot of confidence. He ran off in the direction of the kitchen. "Come on."

Angela just watched on keeping an eye, but deciding to leave them to it until it looked like there would be mess.

[identity profile] weeparks.livejournal.com 2009-04-13 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Gwen followed after him. "Do you want me to help?" 'cause it wasn't fair to make him look all on his own.

[identity profile] weebasstards.livejournal.com 2009-04-13 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Nuh uh," he shook his head. No, he just wanted her to see that he could do it. Duh. "An' when I find 'em, maybe we cans get mommy to get hot chocklit to put them in!"

[identity profile] weeparks.livejournal.com 2009-04-13 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Ooh, that'd be yummy!" she said, quickly distracted from the fact that he didn't want any help.

[identity profile] weebasstards.livejournal.com 2009-04-13 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Nate started pulling open all the cupboards. Not closing them of course. He was used to not really needing to. There were people for that. Angela mostly.

"There's way way way mores food here than at home."

[identity profile] weeparks.livejournal.com 2009-04-13 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"I think there's marshmallows in that cabinet," she said, pointing. "Oh, wait, they're the big ones. Do we want the big ones?"

[identity profile] weebasstards.livejournal.com 2009-04-13 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Big's totally better," Nate decided with all the wisdom of his four-something years, and grabbed the packet which he proceeded to try and pull open. Messily.

Okay, so a couple of them might've ended up on the ground, but the packet was open, and they could have a marshmallow feast!

"Here, have some!"

[identity profile] weeparks.livejournal.com 2009-04-13 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
With all the wisdom of her seven years -- yeah, a Bass going for an older woman, so not a stretch -- Gwen reached out and took a handful. A big handful. Some of them might've gotten a little squished.

[identity profile] weebasstards.livejournal.com 2009-04-13 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Nate took his own handful gleefully (mmm, sugar) and plonked himself down on the floor.

"Like a picnic!"