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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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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."

"I l-love--" That word was a little shaky for him. "--them both."

Wince.

"In different ways."

Wince.

"We all love lots of people," she decided to add, for the benefit of all of them, and glanced up at Hannibal. "We're just like that."

That... would placate all these assorted little kids that were staring at them, right?

And maybe stop Hannibal from looking quite as uncomfortable as he did right now.

"Right, that," he said, nodding and pointing at Angela as if to agree with her. "Listen to her, she's the smart one."

"Momma has prettier hair," Madison said.

"Kid, this isn't a competition," Hannibal said, making a face. "Everyone has pretty hair."

"Pretty hair is for girls," Hamilton interjected. "I have radical hair."

Of course he did.

"Or your daddy when Kendal has her way," Angela said, sending a mischievous grin Hannibal's way.

"Angela!" Hannibal hissed, wincing. "Does any girl know the meaning of the word secret these days?"

"I do, Daddy!" Madison said, waving a hand.

"What happened to Daddy?" Hamilton asked curiously.

"Nothing!" Hannibal said, clapping a hand to his hair. "Nothing at all."

"Nothing," Angela repeated with a grin. "Nothing at all."

See, she can keep a secret!

"He got flower hair!" Uh, Nate on the other hand? No such loyalties. Ah.

Hannibal shot a glare at Nate. Freaking Bass genes. That kid was going to be a menace.

"You're sleeping on the floor tonight, Nate."

Arguing with a child. Oh yes.

Nate pouted right back at him. "I'll tell my daddy." Such a threat. Little tattle-tale.

"You can stay with him for the night," Angela decided at that point. Wasn't like Chuck didn't have a huge bed anyway. Finding these kids places to sleep wasn't the easiest task.

"I wanna sleepy with Mommy!" Kendal declared in all her tiny glory. "Inna bed!"

Not the floor. As if.

"You can sleep on Mommy's bed with Mommy and Daddy can go stretch out!" That mischievous grin Angela had given him earlier? It was being returned now.

Little arms and legs were painful.

Angela narrowed her eyes playfully at him in return.

"Oh, like you're getting away with a good night's sleep while I get kicked in the middle of the night."

"Kid wants to sleep with you," Hannibal said.

"Hey," Hamilton said, picking up on something. "Daddy only sleeps with our mommy!"

Oh boy.

Oh, how Angela did not want to be the one trying to explain that one.

"You should ask your daddy all about that," she said.

Passing that riiiiight on. Yes. He'd do it to her, and had already.

"Daddy?" Hamilton asked, taking Angela's advice. "What's going on?"

Hannibal, for his part, wanted to just crawl into a hole and live out his life as a hermit.

"Daddy doesn't sleep with anyone," he tried. "Daddy sleeps alone."

Oh, yes, because that was really going to work.

Angela snorted, but nodded along, "Right, and so do I."

She really hoped this wasn't going to get another wibbling outburst from Kendal. Really.

Well, that was just asking for it.

"But but but but but," Kendal blubbered, sniffling. "But you said!"

She pointed at them both, accusing in that childlike way all children had. The kind that made you want to die.

"But!"

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