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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[glacial_queen]

There was that blonde thing again. Karla was tempted to rifle through her Sexual Anthropology notes and ask Dean if he found blondes particularly sexually attractive. However, she soon decided against it. That kind of harassment was acceptable only when a witch knew a male well enough. She'd save the question for the next time they ran into one another.

"Well, I guess there's no reason to ask why you're the TA for Spy Games," she laughed. "Have you ever been an Elder Sibling? I mean, besides from Sam and..." she groped for the name, "Grace?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Every term until I graduated," Dean said. "Being a big brother's kinda my thing."

[glacial_queen]

"I've never had siblings. In Kaeleer, most of the shortlived witches only bear a single child. I'm lucky that Sam is my Elder Sibling, as he is quite kind."