Fourth floor Common Room, Friday evening

[saltandammo]

Friday night found Dean ensconced on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. There was popcorn and plenty of other snacks within reach and the tv was on, tuned to Spooky Things. Dean had no more plans for the evening than to sit back, munch on junk food and heckle all the mistakes the show made in what hunting was really like.

[OOC:open like an open thing]