Fandom High Dormitories

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 :)]

Dean was up fairly bright and early -- or at least what he considered bright and early -- and out in the Common Room cooking mass amounts of breakfast. Both John William and Cas were helping and he suspected that even if no one else showed up, the three of them would be able to polish off a good portion of what they were cooking.

And then maybe later he'd take them out for pie.

The boys were Winchesters after all.

Dean had went and grabbed food and brought his cat Hunter out with him, and now he was sitting on the couch with a slice of pizza in one hand and petting a purring cat with the other. On the tv was the Golden Globes; Dean wasn't sure if this was something he wanted to watch but the remote was sitting on the coffee table out of reach unless he shifted Hunter and he didn't feel strongly enough about the viewing material to do that.

"You're lucky I'm such a softie," he said to his cat. Hunter just butted his hand to get more petting.

Dean was in the kitchen cooking up some hamburgers. He was making more than even he could eat because he knew how food around here seemed to conjure up people to eat it.

He'd brought his ghetto blaster out too and was singing along to Metallica as he cooked.

[ooc: open as common rooms are]

After being supremely lazy yesterday, Dean figured he probably should actually leave his room today so he had opted to do one of his 'cook brunch for all comers' deals in the common room.

Really, there was never a bad in these situations. Because if no one showed up, that just meant he had a lot of food to eat himself.

[ooc: open as common rooms are!]

Dean had all kinds of munchies and was settled in to watch The Amazing Race. He was ready for an entertaining night of doing nothing.

[ooc:open! And Dean would probably even share his munchies. Just not the M&Ms]

Dean didn't have any classes today and figured he could start off the term by making breakfast for whoever happened by. And if no one happened by, then there'd just be a lot of food for him to eat.

Really, there wasn't any bad here.

[ooc: open like a common room is, now with more free breakfast!]w

Dean had got lots of marshmallows and sticks to roast them on, and had made it very clear that he wouldn't share them if there was any fighting, so as a result Zoe and John were for the most part getting along for the first time all weekend.

"So who wants chocolate to make s'mores?" he asked.

[ooc: open to students and weetinies alike]

"So," Dean began, grinning at his double, settling on the couch with the remote, popcorn and a mlkshake, "how many zombie flicks do you think we can get through tonight?"

After hanging out at the luau for a while, Dean made his way back to his cabin and started a fire in its firepit. He lounged beside it, occasionally poking it with a stick, watching the flames crackle and burn, inbetween watching the starry sky above.

All in all, he was feeling rather mellow and just generally content with his life and being in this moment.

[open!]

Dean was bored of his room, so was out in the common room, feet propped up on the couch, soda and a big bowl of popcorn within easy reach as he divided his attention between American Idol and another one of the books Karal had left him.

Vkandis had some damned cool stories told about Him.

[ooc: open like common rooms usually are. Come keep me from being bored.]