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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[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Said it was all natural," Rose teased.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"He lied," Dean said with a grin. "And who is it that he lied to...?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Rose Hathaway," she said, offering her hand. "Yes, I'm new here. It's a very nice island, and I hear that it does weird things at times."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean glanced down at the herd of small moose milling around near the fire pit but not too close to it. "That it does. My cat gets cranky if there isn't regular appearances of new tiny things he can chase around."

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Poor moose," Rose commented, letting her hand fall. "Does he catch many?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes. There was this one time when a three foot long bug flew in my dormroom window. Hunter pounced, bug went squish, I needed to go buy a new comforter for my bed."