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fandomhighdorms2009-07-11 05:56 pm
saltandammo.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhighdorms2009-07-11 05:56 pm
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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 :)]
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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