second feather fallen ↬{day}↫ « ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ » congratulations, 'cause we've made it all the way home
[ When the portals pick up the feed, there's a feminine laughter, young, and a matching laughter that's younger still. A young girl, a small redhead, and her mother - none other than Anna - are shown at one of those very small, child's pianos. A few notes are played gracefully by Anna, then clumsily repeated by the child. ] Very good!
[ She turns toward her daughter, who turns toward her, and they touch noses and foreheads briefly. ] You learn so quickly. [ The little girl just bashfully giggles in reply. ]
[ It's about then that Dean comes home with some order-to-take-out diner food that he never properly weened himself from. Anna is more than a good housemaker but every now and then old tastes need to be recognized and today was one of those days.] Got the pie. How's my girls?
[ The first thing seen and heard, before Anna even has a chance, is the little girl squealing "daddy!" in excitement, and her little feet thump across the room and she jumps into his arms. ] Mary, he's still got things in his hands. I know you don't want that pie getting squished. [ She disregards the portal, all but forgetting it as she goes to greet her husband. ] I'm guessing there's a double bacon cheeseburger in there, as well. [ She says this with amusement; it's a trademark of his. ]
Yeah, and a salad. Just covering my bases in case Sam decides to come over later and all that's in the fridge is beer and cold cuts. [ Dean catches Mary pretty easily, manuvering the bag in his hands so that he can set her on a hip as he walks clear toward the kitchen counter to set his things down.] Gimme some sugar. [It's hard to tell who he's saying it to, but he means them both even though he specifically has his eyes on his daughter.]
[ Mary quickly plants a big fat one on her father, and Anna comes over and gives him a slow, sweet kiss as well. ] It's been some time since I've seen Sam. It would be nice if he'd visit.
Yeah, well, he's got his own life and his own things to take care of. [Dean shrugs and puts his daughter down on the floor.] Why don't you go set the table, small-fry? Don't want any of this to go to waste.
[ The family will just continue puttering about their cute dinnerly business; replies are wiiiide, wide, open! ]
{{OOC; Red is Dean, Blue is Anna.}}
[ She turns toward her daughter, who turns toward her, and they touch noses and foreheads briefly. ] You learn so quickly. [ The little girl just bashfully giggles in reply. ]
[ It's about then that Dean comes home with some order-to-take-out diner food that he never properly weened himself from. Anna is more than a good housemaker but every now and then old tastes need to be recognized and today was one of those days.] Got the pie. How's my girls?
[ The first thing seen and heard, before Anna even has a chance, is the little girl squealing "daddy!" in excitement, and her little feet thump across the room and she jumps into his arms. ] Mary, he's still got things in his hands. I know you don't want that pie getting squished. [ She disregards the portal, all but forgetting it as she goes to greet her husband. ] I'm guessing there's a double bacon cheeseburger in there, as well. [ She says this with amusement; it's a trademark of his. ]
Yeah, and a salad. Just covering my bases in case Sam decides to come over later and all that's in the fridge is beer and cold cuts. [ Dean catches Mary pretty easily, manuvering the bag in his hands so that he can set her on a hip as he walks clear toward the kitchen counter to set his things down.] Gimme some sugar. [It's hard to tell who he's saying it to, but he means them both even though he specifically has his eyes on his daughter.]
[ Mary quickly plants a big fat one on her father, and Anna comes over and gives him a slow, sweet kiss as well. ] It's been some time since I've seen Sam. It would be nice if he'd visit.
Yeah, well, he's got his own life and his own things to take care of. [Dean shrugs and puts his daughter down on the floor.] Why don't you go set the table, small-fry? Don't want any of this to go to waste.
[ The family will just continue puttering about their cute dinnerly business; replies are wiiiide, wide, open! ]
{{OOC; Red is Dean, Blue is Anna.}}