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[weary_head]

It's been over two months since the school term ended, and Dean still feels like he's cheating sometimes, spending his afternoon sprawled out somewhere being useless instead of hitting the books. Half the time he settles for hitting Caliban instead, who always does more than his share of hitting back, god bless him, but today Dean's chosen to

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[off_the_ceiling]

"Wow, I didn't know you could unhinge your jaw," said Jess, leaning over and looking in the general area of Dean's ear as if that could give her insight into the mechanism that made it all possible. "That totally explains why you always manage to snag more pie than I do. So, what, did the burger fight back?"

[weary_head]

"Really?" asks Dean, whose secondary talent is apparently not spraying crumbs despite a full mouth. "It's one of my greatest skills, and yes, it did. So I punished it with..." He peels back the top bun. "Covering it in the only meat better than actual beef, bacon."

[off_the_ceiling]

"You'd better guard that burger with your life or it's going to disappear right from in front of you," said Jess. "I'll risk the inevitable danger for bacon." She really should have had breakfast, apparently. "So...wow, what is that your sister is holding and what is she doing with it? More the second question than the first, actually."

[weary_head]

"Drawing paper?" Dean attempts, taking another bite before her eyes burn a hole through the burger. He really should be sharing, especially after all that she's cooked for him over the years, but it seems pies aren't the only thing that send Dean hording for himself.

"Really - " His head cocks sideways. "Yeah, really x-rated drawing paper, uh. Cori, let me see that again." He holds out a nice, g-rated soap ad out in return.

[off_the_ceiling]

"Let me guess--that one's going up on the wall? By your bed?" said Jess, catching more than a few glimpses of the page's original contents before it's swapped out. "Maybe you'd like a nice frame for it while we're being all crafty over here."

[weary_head]

"Don't give me any ideas, woman," says Dean, though of course it's too late. His bed's been absent of females for a long time now, he's not gonna deny a lady just because she's paper.

"Hn. You any good at carpentry?"

[off_the_ceiling]

"Dean!" said Jess, and smacked him on the shoulder for good measure. "Get your sister to make one with popsicle sticks. The guilt will probably turn you off skin mags for life."

[weary_head]

"Ouch," Dean groans, "what do you wanna ruin next? I have so few joys in life left, is it gonna be hamburgers?" Hastily, he finishes off the last of it, not missing Cori's look of disgust. "Pie?"

[off_the_ceiling]

"Hey, there are limits!" said Jess, with a bit of mock horror and indignation to sell it. "I'd never ruin pie. You know me better than that. Burgers are fair game, though."