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[grabber_fray]

Do you know what is awesome

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[hector_aframian]

Dean likes bubbles. He likes them more in, for example, Jacuzzis, but this will do for the moment.

(although he takes care to park the Impala upwind from them. Detergent is a bitch to get off your car when the water pressure sucks basically everywhere.)

"Enjoying yourselves?"

[hector_aframian]

He grins. "All right, I guess so, then. Not like you single-handedly run this place or anything, either."

Dean is pretty impressed by Mel. She has drive. Also, is amazing in bed.

[grabber_fray]

"More'n just me."

Mel's modesty comes in the shape of blunt facts, because otherwise she'd have to admit to being flattered.

"And the place is kinda a mess."

Albeit it one they can live in.

[hector_aframian]

"Should see the place I'm stayin' in." Mess does not concern Dean much. He peeks up at Loo, who is climbing up his shoulder, just in time to get bubble mix in his eyes.

"... ow."

[grabber_fray]

"You alright?"

It's motherly concern that prompts Mel to disentangle Loo from Dean so he can have his face free. That makes her completely twinned, but she's superstrong, so that's OK.

[hector_aframian]

Dean squints at her out of the un-bubbled eye. Loo thinks this is hilarious. Dean finds himself forced to smile, too. It is a thing, with delighted babies.

Well, not that they're really babies any more. God, they've all been here a while now.

"I think I'll need some tender care," he suggests hopefully. "And maybe you could force some whiskey between my lips."

[grabber_fray]

Mel rolls her totally unbubbled eyes, and drops the girls. "Alright, kids. Go see if Uncle Sokka's finished that toy he was making you."

Actually, she thinks he was having Stephtime. Well it's her go.

Oh, and on the way up, Dean's ass gets a soapy slap with a tenns racquet.

[hector_aframian]

Oh. Like that, really? Oh, he sees.

Huh.

"Bye, girls!"

And to Mel: "You're not gettin' in my car until the detergent's offa you. Showers free?"

[grabber_fray]

"Guess so," Mel says. She glances at her children's retreating backs, and grins. "Wanna go see?"

[hector_aframian]

"Lead the way."

[grabber_fray]

And a long roundabout way it is, that doesn't even end up in the Impala, but in Mel's bed in the bunker, bundled up in sheets and not a lot else. Her hair splayed over his chest and a satisfied grin on her face.

"Hey."

[hector_aframian]

"Hey."

Dean is sleepy, stretched out all floppy and sweaty, arm wrapped around her and a slightly dazed grin on his face, endorphin-happy.

"You. Are awesome."

[grabber_fray]

"You said that."

A lot, as it happens. Mel's not complaining. Or denying it.

"We are awesome."

[hector_aframian]

"Mmmf. Yeah."

Happy satisfied Dean is happy and satisfied.

"Hard t'disagree."

[grabber_fray]

Mel smirks and turns herself around so she's lying on her back, on to pof Dean with her head dead centred on his chest. Their respective sizes make it a surpriingly comfortable lie.

"Mmmmmm."

God, she needed that.

[hector_aframian]

Dean finds her shoulder to stroke, absently and comfortably, smiling. Man, he loves the farm. Food and this.

(he is resolutely not thinking of Jo. He's not even thinking about not thinking about Jo. Really, he isn't. It certainly wouldn't occur to him.)

"Should get movin'," he murmurs, but makes no move to actually get up, nor does he have any intention of doing so. Soon, maybe. In a while.