Room 438, Saturday

[saltandammo]

Dean was having a lazy weekend day, pretty much just hanging out in his room, reading, and watching Hunter leap arouond chasing his toys.

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[lilpunkinbelly]

Dawn? Soooooo avoiding her homework. Maybe Dean would be around.

[saltandammo]

Dean snickered as Hunter jumped straight up in the air when the phone rang. He grabbed it off the nightstand. "Hello?"

[lilpunkinbelly]

"Hi. I'm bored and you won't answer me in Latin, right?"

[saltandammo]

"Only if you're in need of an exorcism," Dean said, deadpan.

[lilpunkinbelly]

"Not today, I promise. What's up?"

[saltandammo]

"Not much. Just watching Hunter spaz out. And I haven't even given him any catnip," Dean said, grinning at his cat. "You?"

[lilpunkinbelly]

"I'm ignoring my homework until later." Because doing homework on a Saturday night wasn't heavy into the pathetic, or anything.

[saltandammo]

Dean chuckled. "So I'm hoemwork avoidance? I can live with that."

[lilpunkinbelly]

"Does this mean you're going to entertain me?" She asked, hopefully.

[saltandammo]

"Sure, I'll give it a shot." He paused. "Am I allowed to be dirty?"

[lilpunkinbelly]

"Did they run out of soap?"

[saltandammo]

"Huh?" Dean paused, then got it. "Not that kind of dirty."

[lilpunkinbelly]

Dawn started giggling. "Sorry, it got away from me. I'm, um. Not going to stop you?"

[saltandammo]

"Good. Because I'm not sure I can be entertaining and keep it clean."

[lilpunkinbelly]

"I bet you can," she said, rolling onto her stomach on the bed. "You know lots of good stories."

[saltandammo]

"Well yeah. But they're either disgusting or dirty," Dean said, settling back on his bed. "Some of 'em both."