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 ( Read more... )

There was an air of smugness about Dean as he settled on the couch in the common room with lots of snacks and the tv remote.

He wasn't planning on watching anything in particular, just to channel surf and eat junkfood. Sometimes that's all one needed to have a good night.

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 ( Read more... )

Claire didn't have a class today until 6th period, so she was taking advantage of the downtime to sit at the campfire and enjoy some peace and quiet. Not that she had a fire going. It was just nice to sit outside.

She did have a glass of juice and some pop-tarts though and spectulated on the concept of toasting pop-tarts over an open fire.

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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 ( Read more... )

It was morning, and morning meant breakfast! And there weren't enough adults around to feed them, and Warren needed food. So he was gonna make some, 'cause he liked cooking anyhow! Anemone and him were going to make pancakes, and cereal, and scrambled eggs, and... Well. Mostly pancakes ( Read more... )

One of these days, he was going to get a gun.

Until then, Arthur's crossbow skills had to be kept up (they also had to be kept up afterwards, but that phrasing would've ruined his line of thinking) and it was as good a way as any to obscure any brooding over what had happened yesterday.

Because he wasn't. Brooding, that is.

Neither was he ( Read more... )

Slowly but surely, Chuck was going crazy. It had been three days since he last...you know. Three. Days. This was a guy who had fun with himself at least twice a day. Going out with Sam last night had been a nice distraction (jail was pretty good at distracting you) but it didn't last long ( Read more... )

Today was Penelope's birthday and she hadn't told a soul. She didn't want to be the center of anyone's attention but more than that she didn't want people to feel like they had to celebrate her day.

The day she was born wasn't a happy one. Her parents sought out a plastic surgeon and found out all too quickly that plastic surgery was not an option ( Read more... )

He had told Karal when he left that he was going to try more noon and less dawn rituals, but this time it felt important to follow the traditions ( Read more... )