LBJ Campfire, Thursday Night

[likethegun]

Sometime during the day, Sam had come to a sad realization - he hadn't had nearly enough s'mores for the amount of time they'd been out at the cabins. When the evening rolled around and the sun finally went down, he lit the cabin's campfire and set himself up with all the necessary supplies, to cook for himself and for anyone else who sat down.

It wasn't long before he figured out that his marshmallow roasting stick was also good for keeping tiny moose away from the fire. It was kind of amazing how this place still found ways to weird him out, even after all this time.

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[likethegun]

"I suppose I can spare some food for you," Sam said, grinning and handing over the marshmallows.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Damn straight," Dean told him as he took the marshmallows and stuck three on the stick at once. "So how's it going being in a cabin with six girls and a douchebag?"

[likethegun]

Sam snickered. "The girls are pretty nice, so it's not so bad," he said. "Chuck hasn't been bugging me too much. At least, not more than I can handle."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"If he does, just remember, we have a tradition of cabin practical jokes to teach people lessons to uphold."

[likethegun]

"You know, I'm not sure juvenile pranks would work on Chuck," Sam said. "He's just weird like that."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Posting the pics of what Peter did for him got him really riled up," Dean pointed out.

[likethegun]

"That's true," Sam said, grinning as he thought about that. "Okay, so some of the ideas might still work."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Plus it would be fun," Dean added.

[likethegun]

"We could try to be sneaky so he wouldn't know it was us," Sam said. "Because Chuck backlash just sucks."