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Sleep was coming easier and easier, and whether or not this was a good thing for Roger's health was yet to be determined. Dean insisted the more and more he took his medical what-the-fuck-ever classes that sleep was the best thing for him, but if Roger slept "too much" (what the determining factor was to Dean, Roger had no fucking clue), Dean was

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[weary_head]

"She flies now," said Dean, nursing a cup of coffee at the table. He poked at his calculus homework with a pen, then decided the coffee was infinitely less punishing. "Did I forget to mention that?"

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Roger made a displeased noise before depositing the small child onto her blanket by the table. He went straight for the coffee. "Aren't you supposed to be watching it?" He was stepped over Cori, then plopped himself into a chair.

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"I'm on break on account of calculus and the scary lady who teaches it," Dean grunted. "Unless you want to tell Uhura why my homework isn't done. Also." He kicked Roger's leg under the table. "Stop calling my sister It."

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A wince and a glare later, Roger was quietly sipping his coffee, staring down at the child as she amused herself with folds in the blanket and her feet and such. Roger wished his life was that simple.

"Where's Angua?" He was getting the feeling that he was the only one that was going to be able to watch her, and he wasn't actually sure what that entailed.

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"Patrolling," said Dean, something wistful passing over his expression. She was so hot in copper mode. "Sam's out furiously working on his pecs, O-Ren is off with her girl, and Thrace is too crazy to watch my sister." He grinned at Roger. "Which leaves you."

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"Fuck no!" Roger blurted, booting his shin under the table. "You don't want me watching your kid sister. I shouldn't even be left alone with O-Ren!" Not that she couldn't take care of herself, but kids were kids and Roger didn't know the first thing about any of them. "C'mon, Dean, get someone else to do it."

[weary_head]

"Isn't anybody else." Dean picked up his coffee and took a long gulp. "It's not like she's a bomb, dude. Just make sure she doesn't climb on anything, fall off anything, or put bad shit in her mouth. And don't let anything eat her," Dean added after a moment of thought.

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"What if she shits? Or cries? Or gets hurt? What the fuck do I do then?" Roger asked, scratching a hand through his hair before eying the tiny child once more.

[weary_head]

"You make whatever's making her cry go away," said Dean, "and if you let her get hurt, punch yourself so I don't have to do it for you." He leaned back. "You get a pass on the shit."

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"I get a pass on the shit," Roger echoed, mirroring Dean by sitting back, himself. "So she just gets to accumulate shit and --" He sighed. "You'll be available, right? In case I find a way to fuck this up?"

[weary_head]

"No, shitface," said Dean, "if she poops bring her back and I'll change her. Seriously, what are you scared of?" He leaned back, eying Roger with a smirk. "You're not gonna break her."

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"You don't know that," Roger murmured, eying the small being like she may... do something unexpected. Maybe present a closing argument. He'd form that thought fully later, her was too tired.

"So what? You're gonna study and leave me to fuck up your baby sister and then what? I bring her back here and we cuddle until dinner?"

[weary_head]

"I might even have a Snuggie waiting for you when you get home," said Dean with a sweet smile. "Unless you let something eat her."