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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[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"You're the one that keeps bringing up the pictures," Chuck said. "I can't help connecting the two things."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"That's your problem, not mine," Dean said.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Figured you wouldn't have a problem with continuing my mental anguish," Chuck said even though anguish was the furthest thing from his mind when he thought about it.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Y'know, contrary to what you seem to think, I don't actually spend much if any time thinking about you when you're not demanding my attention in some obnoxious way."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Please, nobody is going to believe that," Chuck said, mostly as a joke.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Get over yourself, Bass," Dean told him. "You're not that important."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Yes I am," Chuck said confidently. "Why do you think Sam keeps hanging out with me no matter what I do to him?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Dude, sharing a cabin with you isn't actually hanging out with you by choice."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"That's fun and everything but it's not what I was talking about," he said. "Though I am going to miss having him around to be my s'more bitch..."