"So, hello, dork." She smirked.
"Hey," He rolled his eyes but grinned to her nonetheless.

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"So, hello, dork." She smirked.
"Hey," He rolled his eyes but grinned to her nonetheless.
"Dad you're a dork." Bonnie giggled. "You don't supposed to eat that, its play-doh!" (I suppose that can help Deanie get back..)
"Of course I am!" He laughed and looked at the play-doh on the table, grabbing another handful before setting it onto the table. "Are you sure?"
She came out minutes later, and walked back to the kitchen. "Nope, I would never, ever miss you."
"You sure about that?" He grinned, watching her as she went into the kitchen.
"Dean, I'm in a mood." The pregnant woman said, looking at him. "You need to do something about it." Amelia stated, crossing her arms over her chest.
"A mood," Dean muttered, but he knew better than to mutter too much about it. He’d been through this before. "Alright. What kind of mood, what should I do? Chocolate? Fruit? Cuddling? Sex?" Dean tried to remember everything he’d had to deal with during ‘moods’.
In which Cary is building an army of Demelia babies and it's adorable
"Daaaaaaaad. Mom found your porn again." Bonnie yelled.
"Dammit. Dammit. Dammit." Dean was only half-dressed (he was working on it) when he came jumping down the stairs, looking at his daughter, "Where is she?"
"Prove it. Prove it to me that you're not fucking anyone." She crossed her arms, then squinting her eyes hearing noises from Bonnie's bedroom.
"How the hell am I supposed to prove that?" Dean glanced back to Amy, turning at Bonnie's noises.
"Well, you can go and sleep with sam, FOREVER!" She glared at him. "And leave before the kids wake up. NOW, WINCHESTER!"
"Calm down! Dammit, Amy! I'm not fucking anyone else. I'm not leaving." He lowered his voice, watching her.