InsaneJournal

Day 12: 11AM
Who: Dean Winchester & Remy LeBeau
What: Dean has cake & revenge
When: Day 12: approximately 11am
Where: Just outside the gym
Rating: PG-13ish at the moment for language
Status: Complete

Nothing was sweeter than the spoils of war. The epic cake war of which he had been an unwilling pawn had caused his entire upper body to ache, not to mention the hormonal havoc it had wreaked with his lower body. He had half-expected to be tackled as he left with the cake while the other three were fighting over it. The red-eyed demon had seemed to never miss a beat but he'd certainly missed Dean shuffling off with the white box holding the prized cake.

He'd made his way slowly back to the gym taking the scenic route. He knew the dude at least would come looking for him there considering he knew full well what Dean's injuries were and that he'd need pain meds at some point. He wasn't going to be predictable with that cake. He hoped the guy went running around for an hour trying to figure out where his little treat was while Dean meandered through the woods, avoiding the sink holes and uprooted trees in a wide arc until he finally reached the gym again.

Now he was leaning against one of the less crumbled places near the main entry. Couldn't really call it a door anymore. He figured if any of them wanted their cake, they could damn well find him and try to make amends for that whole fiasco. He was holding a grudge, dammit. And if no one came he could offer it out in slices to the people inside. Might earn him some brownie points with Lexie too.

Now that he thought about it, maybe that was the best idea. Dean decided to carry the cake inside. Turning around, he looked down at the rubble to pick his steps carefully before actually starting inside this way. "Oh Lexie, I have cake," he said quietly to himself with a grin in the same tone as Ricky Ricardo had often said, "Lucy, I'm home!"