fandomhighdorms | Sun Also Sets campfire, early Saturday evening

Dean sat at the cabin campfire and mused about the day so far.

It was definitely a surreal day when you spend a good amount flirting with pie. But really, as Fandom weird things go, this one was... pretty cool so far. Nothing to really angst about and hey, hot girls.

He wondered if Pie would like roasted marshmallows.

"Dean," someone called him.

Dean looked up and saw a really hot girl standing there dressed in leather that hugged all the right places. "That's me, sweetheart," he said giving her a lazy grin. "Nice to meet you."

The girl rolled her eyes. "You're not meeting me. You've known me your whole life. Hell, even before -- you were conceived in me after all."

Huh? What is she talking abou- Dean stared at the girl, his mind supplying the girl's probably identity. "Baby?" he asked a little disbelievingly.

Impala smiled and moved to sit beside him. "I knew you'd recognize me. Are those marshmallows?" She casually leaned over Dean, her leather covered body brushing against his arm as she reached for the bag.

Dean swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "Yeah."

"Cool." She pulled one out of the bag and put it on the end of a stick, holding it out over the fire. "Oh and the answer is yes," Impala added, giving Dean a sidelong heated glance. "We're totally having sex later."

Dean took it all back. This weirdness wasn't pretty cool. It was awesome.

[ooc: establishy, but open for any who want to wander by and talk to a boy and his car :)]

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Sam didn't need to have anything weird happen to him to know that something weird was happening, and that meant he needed to check on Dean and Peter. For once, he was glad that they were in the same cabin, and when he spotted Dean, he beelined right over to him. "Hey," he said. "How's it going?"

"Hello, Sam," Impala said, smiling at him.

"Um. Hi?" Sam said cautiously, trying to figure it who, or what, this might be.

Dean snickered.

"Don't you know me, Sam?" Impala asked. "Dean recognized me right away."

"Should I?" Sam asked. "I--I don't think we've met."

"Oh you've met her, Sammy," Dean said with a smirk. "In fact you've thrown up on her before."

"I would never--oh God," Sam said. "Tell me that's not the car."

Impala smiled and waved. "Hi."

Sam stared for a good long minute. "Hi. You're, uh, really pretty as a person."

"You mean she's totally hot," Dean corrected.

"She's a car. It isn't right to think that," Sam insisted.

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Grimoire One had managed to get away from Eve for a moment and had decided to go out and explore, which was exactly why she was prowling around the campfire.

She stood there a moment, arms folded, as she looked around to see who was there.

Impala looked back. "Can we help you?"

"Only if you can tell me if anything interesting's going on," Grimoire One said. "I'm bored."

Well, at least she got right to the point.

"What are you when you're not bored?" Dean asked.

Priestly and Kilt wandered by, both covered in mud and grinning like morons.

They'd been having adventures.

Priestly shot Dean a wave. "Who's your friend, man?"

"Impala," Dean replied with a grin. "Yours?"

"Kilt," said the Kilt. Priestly snorted.

"Man, this island is awesome."

"The streets could be wider so I could visit it when I'm not human," Impala said. "But that's the only drawback I've seen so far."

Priestly spent a moment trying not to openly ogle the Impala.

The Kilt didn't even try.

"Yeah, man," Priestly said. "I can see how that might kinda suck."

Dean casually slung an arm around Impala's shoulders. "I miss you when you're not here too, Baby," he said.

"Dude," Priestly said, pointing helpfully between Dean and Impala. "That's your car."

Priestly got that people got attached to their wheels -- sort of -- but this was kind of . . . weird.

"People keep pointing that out," Dean observed.

"Yeeeah." Priestly rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, I'm just saying. I love my kilt, but I dunno if I'd be that, uh, friendly with it."

"Dude," said the Kilt. "I don't swing that way."

Priestly gestured to the Kilt as though this statement somehow proved his point. Or had anything to do with what they were talking about whatsoever.

"You saying you don't find me hot?" Impala asked with a rather impish smile.

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