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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[lovemykilt]

"Right, the demon hunting thing." Priestly nodded. "Has it come in handy for anything else?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean thought about it. "Faking being a priest?"

[lovemykilt]

"You do that a lot?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Not me personally -- I'm still kinda young to pull it off convincingly. But Dad? Yeah, totally."

[lovemykilt]

". . . Your dad would make kinda a menacing priest."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"He does have a habit of rubbing people the wrong way," Dean admitted.

[lovemykilt]

"He's a big guy." Mind you, Priestly had met the man when he was four. . . .