Loft above Luke's, Tuesday evening

[lovemykilt]

"For the last time, Stevesie," Priestly said, scooping the red panda off the kitchen island counter. "No red pandas on the counters. Or green ones. Or any other color the island might decide to turn you to thwart me

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[6buckstohisname]

"No, your pet and I came to an agreement about weapon cleaning time," Dean shot back from his spot on the couch. "A sort of non-aggression pact."

[lovemykilt]

"You like him best," Priestly groused to the panda. Stevesie did not disagree. "And I'd roll my eyes at you, Dean, but I'm trying to pretend we don't have quite that many deadly weapons in this place."

[6buckstohisname]

Dean looked down at his small arsenal before shrugging. It wasn't even everything he had stashed in the Impala, after all.

"Better safe than sorry."

Like the salt lines.

[lovemykilt]

"That really makes me wonder about the world you come from." Priestly shook his head, measuring out the ingredients for his awesome pie. "Do you even know how to use all of those?"