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Do you know what is awesome?

BUBBLES is awesome.

No, really. See, someone looted (Dinah and Zinda) a factory's worth of liquid soap and sent vast amounts to the farm. Someone else (Steph) knew where to get glycerol and what happens when you add water, liquid siap and glyercol together. And someone else (Sokka) fashioned a bunch of wands of various sizes.

Although, actually, the tennis racket is Loo's favourite.

Mel, Loo and Hana are all out on the grass between bunker and farmhouse with a huge bucket of bubble mix, making a moderate mess.

Bubbles are awesome. Join them.

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"You said that."

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

"We are awesome."

"Mmmf. Yeah."

Happy satisfied Dean is happy and satisfied.

"Hard t'disagree."

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.

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.

"Alright."

Mel makes no effort to get offa him, either.

"Why?"

There's something he's got to do. Only he can't remember. He frowns, thoughtful, and shrugs.

"Can' remember. Can't be that important, then."

Mel smirks. Feeling restless already she wriggles out of his hands and over so she's lying chest to his chest.

"Wouldn't keep you.

"But not kicking you out, here."

Dean yawns. "Mm-hmm. You not busy?"

He likes her not being busy, but he occasionally gets the impression the farm would fall down if she wasn't.

She shrugs. "Not 'til Socks kicks the girls out for setting fire to his workshop. Seeding's not 'til next week."

Good, no need to hurry. Dean hasn't slept properly for a while - at Jo's he's usually too busy listening out for her, or for anyone. So he yawns again and wraps an arm over her back.

"Good."

Mel frowns briefly when she thinks Dean can't see.

Funny how she told herself she wasn't gonna let him sleep in her bed. Especially as she still doesn't feel like they're... well, anything but great sex.

Still, he's yawning, and she's not kicking him out.

And this is nice.

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"How's stuff, anyway?" Dean asks, after a while, once he's comfortable but has decided he isn't going to sleep, just going to lie there petting her. "Nothin' givin' you guys trouble?"

"Nope," Mel says. "Some big hairy things tried to give us grief, so we saw 'em off.

"Still kind of spled to be grown up sized."

"No kiddin'. Being ten wasn't fun the first time around." Dean's still grumpy about that. He did not enjoy the experience.

"I liked being ten," Mel says. "But that growing up bit after I coulda done without."

"Yeah?" Dean would eye her with interest, but he can't be bothered tilting his head.

Mel shrugs. "Just say it's a good thing I didn't find Harth in that place."

Dean runs his fingers through her hair, watching her quietly.

"'Kay."

He's interested, but hey, they just have sex. Doesn't mean she's close enough to ask personal questions of.

Aware that it might move his hands from bushing her hair, which she doesn't want, Mel shifts slightly to lift her head up and check his own face.

"Can ask, ifya want."

But she's not giving the story just like that.

"Don't need t'know if you don't wanna talk."

He likes her hair. He'll keep brushing, lazily.

"Doesn't bother me either way."

This is true. He smirks at her when she looks up.

A smirk she returns, with some warmth.

"Never fun talking about my psycho undead twin brother, anyway."

"Oh, one'a those." Dean grins at her. "Yeah, I can definitely think of better uses for y'mouth than talking about that."

"Again?"

Mel shows no inclination of moving. She's gonna need a push if that's what he's actually asking.

"Mmhmm."

He's still petting her hair, though.

"In a minute."

He has just expended a lot of energy. It may be some short while.

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