Dean liked the cabins, but it still felt good to be back in his room. More room to stretch out, more room for Hunter to roam around.

And more privacy.

Which, considering what he was considering, privacy was a good thing. He made two phone calls and waited.

[ooc: for them that know who they are, and quite possibly eventually NWS]

Dean was sprawled on the couch, surfing the 'net on his minicomp and watching Hunter stalk the corners of the room. The cat was probably looking for more of those dancing hamsters that he'd gleefully been chasing around yesterday. Thankfully they'd disappeared again before Dean started having to keep little bloody berets as a body count ( Read more... )

"Y'know, I could be a little rusty at this," Dean said to Alec as he gathered ingredients to make a milkshake in the small cabin kitchenette. "It's been a while since I've had to make them."

[ooc: for x5_alec and goodgirlmeg, but open to other cabinmates]

Dean was making an important phone call. He sighed a little when he got voice mail, but did his best to keep any disappointment out his voice as he left a messageHe looked at Hunter when he hung up. "How much you want to bet he's out getting himself into some kind of trouble?" he asked, smiling a little as the cat rubbed his head against Dean's ( Read more... )

The only thing better than waking up, knowing you can laze around because you have nothing you need to do was waking up knowing you can laze around because you have nothing to do, with a hot girl curled up against you.

So far this was a good morning.

[ooc: for said hot girl and any assorted offspring of either of the room's occupants]

Dean had spent most of Wednesday night in Gracie's room. watching her sleep and listening to her breathe. He'd gotten a little sleep with his hand wrapped around his Vkandis medal, but it wasn't much. He wasn't expecting to get much sleep until they got his family back ( Read more... )

So there was chocolate, booze, a new ep of Spooky Things, and various other interesting pastimes for after. All Dean needed now was the girlfriend to do them with.

[ooc: for said girlfriend]

All the gifts were recovered and brought back to the house, Christmas dinner had been finished and eaten because going medieval on a green dude's ass was hungry work and now everyone was gathered back in the living room for the gift exchange.

"So," Dean said, eyeing the tree with a big grin. "Who goes first?"

Dean was in his room, practicing his best lazing about methods. He was lying on his bed, idly surfing the net on his mini-comp ( Read more... )

It had been a while since Dean had shared a bed. He'd never admit it, but he seemed to sleep a little better when he did. Therefore when he first began to wake, he drowsily took note of the other person there and shifted closer before drifting off again.

[for the one whose sharing a bed]