The Arms Hotel, Zoe and John's Room, Tuesday Morning

[bigdamndean]

Zoe watched John carefully as they started in on breakfast in the morning. He'd been brooding ever since they heard about Sam getting hurt, and it bothered her that she couldn't think of any way to make all three Winchesters feel better. She tried to come up with something to say, but her thoughts were interrupted by a quick pain at her side, and

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[demons_death]

That pulled a faint smile out of John. "She's definitely a Winchester."

[bigdamndean]

"What makes you say that? The kicking, or the appetite?"

[demons_death]

"Both. Sammy could always throw some impressive temper tantrums."

[bigdamndean]

"Oooh, something else to look forward to. How exciting," Zoe deadpanned, smirking nonetheless.