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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.

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"Thank you, Nate," Hannibal said, giving the kid a smile. "That's just what I like to hear."

"Mommy!" Kendal said, bouncing precariously from her perch on Hannibal's back. Little jumping bean.

"And yeah," he said once he'd gotten the little jumping bean stable again, "these are...mine too."

The twins grinned up at Angela. So polite.

Angela offered a wave and a smile at them in return. Cute, they were very very cute. "Hi, you two."

Oh, Peyton was right, this was so her surreal.

"You coping alright there?" That was directed more at Hannibal.w

"I'm tired," he whined petulantly. Weekends were for sleeping in. Not for babysitting three of his own kids (seriously, WHAT). Kendal, for her part, got tired of being on her dad's back and wriggled down so she could bounce over to her mother.

Well, at least he could stand up straighter now. The twins weren't relinquishing their hold.

"This is Hamilton." The boy waved. "And Madison." And the girl. "And even they get better names than me."

"Must've learned from your parents mistakes," Angela teased.

"Hi sweetie," she said, bending a little to put her arm around Kendal when she came over. "Did daddy find you breakfast or anything?"

"I gotta brownie!" Kendal told her excitedly. "A big one!"

"Kid, that was a secret," Hannibal said, rubbing his eyes. "Why do I keep telling you secrets?"

"It's okay, Daddy," Hamilton said, patting his leg. "We didn't tell."

That obviously made them better. Or something.

"You should tell mommy everything," Angela told her. It was funny.

"And apparently you don't learn from your own mistakes," she joked. That, and it was obvious he was a soft touch with these kids. The climbing might've been an indicator.

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"Who're you?" Hamilton asked, finally fed up with not knowing. "I don't know you. Are you Daddy's friend? You don't work in the castle."

"I'm daddy's friend, sure," she agreed. Why confuse them, really. "You've got a castle?"

"Two," Hamilton said, holding up two fingers. "Because that's just how we roll."

Okay, Hannibal kind of loved his kid.

"I'm Ham Sandwich," he said, sticking a thumb against his chest.

"Uh, that's a nickname," Hannibal said and rubbed his forehead.

"Two castles? Wow." She had to laugh. Had to.

"You don't have any weird nicknames, do you?" she felt compelled to check, looking down at Kendal.

"Daddy calls me Dill!" she told Angela smartly. "Like a pickle!"

"Where the hell do I get these nicknames?" Hannibal asked, making a face.

"I'ma Punkin!" Madison said, unable to be left out of the nickname discussion.

"I'm going with 'food'," Angela laughed. "Its just lucky none of them have ended up answering to 'pizza'."

"Nate can be Pizza," he decided. Pfft, Chuck's kid, he could nickname whatever he wanted.

"Are they all gonna come live in one of our castles?" Hamilton asked curiously. "We'll have to make up bedrooms for them. And I don't know if I have enough toys to share."

He had plenty.

"Uh." Hannibal was so eloquent.

"I'm not pizza!" Nate objected. "That's dumb."

Angela reached down to put a hand over his mouth. "Be nice, Nate. No calling people dumb." At least he wasn't calling him anything worse? Dumb wasn't douche, and made for variation from 'girl'.

"Uh, probably not, honey," she replied to Hamilton.

"But I thought you was Daddy's friend!" Hamilton said, putting a hand on his hip and staring up at her. "Friends don't just leave."

So his mother's son.

"That's dumb."

And somewhat his father's.

Uh. Right. Because that wouldn't be strange at all.

"... You'd be the ones going home," she pointed out logically. "I'm not going anywhere."

"She doesn't like Daddy that much," Hannibal told Hamilton because he was mean. And he thought he was funny.

"Why not?" Hamilton asked will his youthful innocence.

"Because he's spreading lies about how I don't like him," she replied with a smirk.

"Mommy doesn't like Daddy?" Kendal said, having gotten back into the conversation after some focus elsewhere.

Cue lip wibble.

Oh. Damn it. No being all sad like that at her!

"Oh, sweetie, I was only teasing," she said quickly. "You should know I love him a whole lot," she tried, scrambling to make that wibble go away.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I was just fooling around," he said, wincing and feeling like dirt now. "Ha ha. Daddy does that but I know she likes me. Loves me. All that."

Wow, this was weird.

"Rilly?" The lip wibble went away but she was now peering at the both of them intently. For what, who knows?

The twins, also, were watching this exchange. How many people did their father love, after all? Sheesh. He was spreading mom's message all over.

Little bit weird, yes. "Really," Angela promised with a nod, ruffling her hair briefly.

Nate eyed her too, prodding at her leg from his spot. "What 'bout miiine?" he pressed.

Uh. "... Sure, of course."

Now it was really weird.

"But what about Mommy?" Hamilton added, poking at Hannibal's leg. "I thought you loved her."

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