Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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Tori had a wonderful time at prom last night, better than she could have imagined. She wished time could move slower though, she didn't want the year to end just yet. Especially when it meant some people would be leaving and she might not see them again.

An early morning person, Tori made her way into the common room kitchen, having decided to make an ample amount of pancakes. That was something she could cook without ruining it. People were probably going to be sleeping for a while but Tori decided to make enought pancakes for the floor and then some, regardless.

She set up orange juice, water, tea, coffee and milk on the table along with syrup and other moddable breakfast condiments. She placed pancakes along with everything as they were made.

[OOC: Open for mommies and daddies and kiddies, oh my!]

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John William had been wandering around the dorms for a while because at least it was dry, and was now starving. Conveniently, this room had breakfast smells that made his stomach rumble.

Even better, it also had his father. He stood very close to Dean, standing on his toes to see the top of the counter, "Dad! Can I have pancakes?"

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Dean glanced down at the kid next to him to see who he was addressing just to see him looking back at him expectently. "You're talking to me?" he said weakly.

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"I'm still too short to reach," he pointed out.

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Dean stared at the kid for a long moment. "I'm your.... you're my....wha-" he stammered, trying to think of a way to ask that wouldn't traumatise the kid. But then thought the hell with it. If he really was a Winchester, he'd be used to weird.

Because he was doing such a great job dealing with it himself.

Okay, he thought. Start with the basics. "What's your name, kid?"

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Giving a very eloquent eyeroll indicating his father was a dork, he said, "John William Winchester."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Well that checked out; if Dean did have a kid, the chances were he'd name it after his Dad.

"Just bear with me for a few minutes here, okay? There's weird stuff happening. Who's your Mom?"

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John was pretty used to weird (and being questioned by his Dad when something weird was going on), so he went with it. Still, with a look that asked, "How dumb do you have to be to forget her name?" answered, "Dawn."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean stared at the kid -- John. Now that he was looking for it, he could see a resemblance to Dawn. "Sammy's going to kill me."

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"Why?" He started trying to hoist himself up on the counter.

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"Don't do that," Dean said automatically, reaching to pull John down. "You'll fall and crack your head open."

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John sighed. That definitely sounded like his dad. "But I'm starving."

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Dean rolled his eyes, but he'd looked after enough kids in his life to know how to handle one, even if the whole Dad thing was wigging him out. "Go sit down and I'll fix you a plate."

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"Funny shapes," he said, sitting down, not sure his dad would remember he hated syrup. Jam was better.

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"I didn't make them so you might just have to make do," Dean told him, really hoping he wasn't about to get hit by Winchester puppy eys. "What do you want on them?"

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"Grape and strawberry jam?" He didn't need the puppy dog eyes for this. This was just breakfast.

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"Yep, you're Dawn's kid alright," Dean observed as he prepared the pancakes as requested.

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"I told you that already," he pointed out.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm just observing how very true that is," Dean said, bringing the plate and a glass of orange juice over and setting it down in front of his... kid. Wow. "There ya go. Bon appetit. Maybe when you're done eating, we can go and see if your mother and Uncle Sammy are in their room."

Because he'd be damned in he dealt with this all by himself.

[weechesters.livejournal.com]

"Why is Mommy in Uncle Sammy's room?" He asked from around a mouthful of pancake.

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Dean looked at the kid seriously and decided trying to explain would be better than any other answer he could come up with. "John, your Mom, me and Uncle Sammy are all still in school. Mom and Uncle Sammy are roommates. I'm not sure how you ended up here, but I'm pretty sure it involved time travel."

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"Oh, weird," he said appreciatively, "And you just...let her live with Uncle Sammy? Doesn't the room explode from all the geek?"

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Dean chuckled. Yeah, this was his kid. "School assigned them as roommates -- that's how Sammy and I met Dawn in the first place. Though yeah, definitely has rarified geek air in there."

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John was still trying to figure out a world where his parents didn't live together and she lived with Uncle Sammy instead. It was just wrong, was what it was. "I think we should rescue her."

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"You do, huh?"

Dean thought about the humour involved in letting John go in there declaring he was 'rescuing' Dawn from Sammy.

Then he thought about how traumatising it could be all around if Dawn and Sammy were making up for lost time.

"How 'bout I call her and have her come meet us for pancakes?"

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He looked at his father with concern, "She's not going to make them, is she?" John loved his mother, but she had weird taste in food sometimes.