44 Blueberry Hill, Front Porch, Monday

[sleepswthdemons]

Once more, Phoebe had begged wheedled cried decided that she wanted to sit outside. She was too restless and the air outside had relaxed her last time where she was able to sleep for a little bit. The boys made sure everything was in their state of clean and safe before settling her out on the porch swing.

There was tea on the table beside her, as well as a blanket over her feet, and she was reading some sort of trashy novel Cole had gotten for her.


[[OOC: Open, but SP as I am at work.]]

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[givemethehunt.livejournal.com]

Dean had managed to distract himself yesterday with lots of paperwork at the station, but today was feeling the residual antsiness that always accompanied November 2nd.

So he was out patrolling. Well, that's what he told the folks at work, at least.

He stopped by Blueberry Hill and waved to Phoebe. "Jesus, woman, you're the size of a house!"

[beenthroughthat.livejournal.com]

Sam was running a bit late for work, but he had to pass through the front door anyway, so of course he had to stop and try to drop a kiss on the top of Phoebe's head on the way.

Whether or not he succeeded was, quite possibly, another story entirely.

[prodigalpawn.livejournal.com]

This time when Connor came by, he was clean, and had on his own clothes. "Hey Pheobe." He grinned. "If that is your real name."