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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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Dean's still either totally naive or stupidly suspicious. Mel's not going to let him know which one.

When Hana crawls to the end of Dean's arm and jumps onto Mel, however, she needs to drop the racket to catch the child.

"Have a good time doin'... whatever you were doing?"

"Mm."

Staying with Jo and waiting for her to be ready for the trip to the Roadhouse. Or maybe it's post-Roadhouse trip. But probably it's not. He's just been doing Stuff in one of those Timey Wimey Things.

"How 'bout you? Come through winter all right here? Nobody looks frozen t'death."

He remembers Kansas winters. And avoids them, mostly.

Mel jerks her head towards Hana - well, a token attemot at such anyway, because Hana's sitting on her shoulders with hands out to Dean again.

"Inbuilt heaters here. We just let them out to play and it cleared a path."

Dean laughs, bouncing Loo on his hip and grinning at her and Hana both. "Nice work. Useful as well as cute, huh?"

"Yes," Loo tells him, haven't just about followed the conversation. OK, not really.

"Family motto," Mel adds.

Dean eyes Mel consideringly.

"Nah. Useful?"

"Got any heavy lifting? Stuff need stealing?"

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.

"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.

"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."

"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.

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."

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.

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?"

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

"Lead the way."

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."

"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."

"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."