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Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning
Dean was up fairly bright and early -- or at least what he considered bright and early -- and out in the Common Room cooking mass amounts of breakfast. Both John William and Cas were helping and he suspected that even if no one else showed up, the three of them would be able to polish off a good portion of what they were cooking.
And then maybe later he'd take them out for pie.
The boys were Winchesters after all.
And then maybe later he'd take them out for pie.
The boys were Winchesters after all.
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Nate was not sleeping. He was wriggling in Angela's arms as she hauled him into the common room.
"Oh, you are so much heavier than you look," she told him.
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"Down now, dooooown," Nate ordered, pushing at her hands. "C'mon!"
She set him on the floor, and no sooner than than he was off. Oh god, why did her kids have to have so much energy? They couldn't have the talent of sleeping the whole time like their fathers?
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Nate too pause from his wriggling to look up at Dean. "Are not!" He was not like a fluffy creature, thank you.
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Peyton, looking a little shell-shocked, but totally in love with her adorable little one wasn't far behind.
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Correction, he had three kids ON him since walking was apparently against the law or something. The freaking twins were clinging to his legs (which made walking fun) and Kendal was the one on his back.
He felt like a freaking playground or something. It didn't even matter that it was Dean in the common room on his floor. He could be good for kids. He just needed a place to hopefully get the kids worn out.
Or something.
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"Giiiiirl," he giggled. Oh yeah, that was never getting old.
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Ichigo agreed at least with the food part. "Morning."
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Jack mightn't have been the best influence ever on a small child.
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"I hate you." That would be Chuck's greeting to Dean.
Mary sighed and rolled her eyes. She was used to that.
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"I don't like her!" he said, pointing back at Sammi. She dared to insult his dad. Oops.
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"Well, you can tell Jack to go kiss a weevil," she snapped, disconnecting the call and pinching the bridge of her nose.
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