trans_9 | PJs and Movies [Backdated to before Possession Plot]

"Maybe the next planet we stop at will have some. That sounds exciting. I've never gotten off the ship on the planets. First time I-well, yeah. I've just never managed it." He glanced at Kaylee, scratching Bobby's chin. "Think Dean could take off work for long enough?"

Being able to smile was a luxury. A good one, one he was enjoying experiencing. Made everything else seem so much less important.

"Make ourselves a nice comfy settin' while we're at it." More than likely it would be just like sitting here in the living room, but that was alright with Kaylee. There were worse places for movie watching, by far.

Kaylee nodded. "He should be able to, I'd think. Promised me he would next leave, at least, so if he don't we'll just have to go drag him out kickin' and screamin'."

Looks like Kaylee will have to save the dragging for the bedroom because there were footsteps approaching outside. Bobby's ears perked up, and the young dog scrambled up and down again to run to the door.

Dean chuckled and reached down to pet the still sort of puppy aged dog, and stepped inside, noticing the sounds and voices.

"Let me guess, my party invite got lost in the mail?"

"Dean? Dragged kicking and screaming to relaxing?" Sam snorted at the thought. "Hardly. He's the one usually dragging my nose out of research in order to loosen up."

Hey, he could admit that. Really.

Then Bobby perked up. "Oh no," Sam muttered, just in time for Bobby's scramble off of his and Tom's laps. Which would have been fine, except for one stray paw that made Sam's eyes cross. He folded over, biting down on a whimper. That just wasn't manly, after all.

But DAMN, that hurt.

"That sounds like fun. I haven't been to an actual movie in forever." It was nice, to just be able to spend time with the people he cared about. He glanced up at the sound off footsteps, oofing when Bobby used him again as leverage to launch off the couch. Though judging by Sam's reaction, he got the better end of the deal. "Bobby, why?" He almost sounded like a teenager, whining after the dog.

"Welcome home, Dean. We were just talking about you. You ok, Sam?"

"Have to drag both of you, then." Kaylee nodded over to Tom. "Least I'll have Tom to help me, don't know that I could handle both of ya..."

There was a sympathetic grimace for both Sam and Tom's physical well-being, and the tiny, "Ah--" that escaped in reaction to poor Sam couldn't be helped. "Gorram dog's got good aim, don't he." Or the worst aim, one of the two.

"Impromptu party, Dean. Good luck findin' a place on the couch."

Dean shuffled in, Bobby wagging his tail at his heels before jumping up on the couch again. He grinned at the group, kind of pleased by the sight. Getting welcomed home was kind of a novelty for him, and seemed a little surreal to the hunter.

He tilted his head at wincing Sam, "What's with you?" A brief second before Bobby was jumping up on the couch eagerly.

"Heh, guess he's got as good aim as his namesake." He chuckled with a touch of sympathy, and patted Sam's shoulder.

Dean then shrugged and smirked at Kaylee, "You could sit on my lap."

Sam waved off Dean's hand, still folded over for a moment. He got Bobby's muzzle in his face after a moment, giving him a lick on the face. "I so don't accept that apology," he muttered, even as he sat up and scratched at the pup's ears. "Good thing I wasn't thinking of having kids any time soon."

Bobby grinned up at him, then jumped up to flop over Tom and Sam's laps again.

"I think we'll need backup, Kaylee. Sam's a giant, and Dean isn't that much taller. Maybe we can rope Rhiow into forcing them to take some time off, what do you think?"

He blinked a bit at the odd turn of phrase, making a questioning noise. "Dog is too excited by people being in the house, you'd think no one was ever here or something." He grunted at the return of the dog's weight, ruffling his ears automatically. "I swear if you trampoline me one more time today, Bobby, I'm not doing anything more on your walks but letting you do your business."

"They are both pretty solid in build, ain't they." There might have been a small smirk on Kaylee's part. The Winchester build was one she definitely approved of.

She slid off the couch, allowing Dean time to sit and settle before she joined him. In the meantime, she smiled at Tom. "Gorram," she said, a little more clearly. "Like damn, little more powerful meanin' than that. Lot of people here use 'goddamn' instead?"

"Never heard a complaint from you. Though this mean you're going to teach Tom all the fun future words?" Dean gently tickled Kaylee in the ribs once she settled in by him.

He also smirked toward Sam, "Dude, who wants giant floppy haired kids anyway?" Even if he wouldn't mind being an uncle to Sam's kids if it came to that.

"I think we should be safe enough," Sam told Tom, patting Bobby's back as the pup heaved a sigh. "Only one other person who could show up, and I think we'd get warning first." Possibly. He didn't think Cas would come straight back to the house, but who knew?

He rolled his eyes and flipped Dean off instead. "You'd love them and you know it." Because family was sacred to them both.

"Solid in that way you see in football players back home. We'll need backup for sure." It made it easier to hide behind them, though, he he had no objections to that at all.

"Oh. So it's a curse word." He tipped his head. "Seems like that's all I end up picking up." He lifted a finger, tapping it against his forehead. "I'm pretty sure of the standard galactic language all I know is curse words and 'open' and 'locked.'" He smiled faintly. "I know about a hundred dirty words that I could safely use without my mother knowing I was using them."

He looked down at the dog, then back at Sam, giving Bobby a soothing pat. "Everyone else seems to have shown up. I wouldn't be surprised if they showed up without warning.

"Never said I was complainin'," Kaylee laughed, grabbing Dean's hands to pull them away from her sides, because otherwise she was going to start squirming. The last thing she wanted right now was to kick Sam. "And I'll teach him if he wants to learn." Which he sounded like he did, and it didn't necessarily have to be all curse words. "There're plenty 'sides swears, y'know. Plenty of slang to go around."

She let go of Dean quick enough to give him a small thwap on the side of his head. "I'd like to see 'em, Sam. Think they'd be cute as buttons, with that hair of yours. Think Dean'd make some pretty nice ones, too..."

Dean pouted a little at Kaylee moving his hands away, and gave annoyed 'hey' at the thwap.

He got really quiet when she mentioned the idea of his kids, and just mumbled, "Bet they'd be cute like their momma."

Sam paused a moment, blinking and peering at Kaylee and Dean. Sam had been joking about kids, for the most part, but had his brother and Kaylee been seriously discussing the idea?

Huh. He hadn't realized it was quite THAT serious.

"Come on. You know the kids would be awesome. Momma's smile and Daddy's pout?" Just a little teasing to defuse things.

"So is it linguistic shift, or a different language entirely? What sorta words?" He tipped his head, curious. That had been one thing the Yeerks had never quite managed to take away. The universe was much bigger than he first thought, and he wanted to understand it. He wanted to learn as much as he could.

Tom smiled, eyes dancing with happiness, unable to help himself, fingers still buried in Bobby's fur. It felt warm and nice. Perfect, like a slice of pure and utter normalcy. Like family. This was what normal families did, wasn't it? He thought it might be. Was this how he and Jake should have acted? "And you'd all be great parents." Anyone who could put up with a broken teenager trying to put himself back together with nothing but scraps couldn't be anything but.

"But they'd all probably end up with Sam's hair. All those curls. Is that why you wear your hair short, Dean?" He grinned, unable to say anything really, his own hair was a hopeless mess of them.

Rhiow, being feline, had several places she could call 'home' - but the Winchesters' was by far her favorite place to be. There was a comforting feeling of family in the house, and she enjoyed human companionship very much.

She trotted in the door and made a beeline for the sounds buzzing through the house - familiar voices, that made her hold her tail high.

Of course, she noticed the dog as soon as she stepped through the doorway and froze, her fur standing up along her spine. She pulled her pre-loaded personal shield out of the catalog of spells in her mind and held it there, waiting for the activation word.

In response to Dean, Kaylee just stuck her tongue out, though she couldn't help but turn a little pink when Sam spoke up as well. The only real discussion they'd had about babies had basically turned into Kaylee telling Dean off for thinking he didn't deserve a family. Blockhead.

Right, back to Tom.

"More a shift, I think. A lot of it's a mix of English 'n Mandarin, which I'm glad Stacy takes care of for me sometimes." Kaylee had more than enough trouble trying to explain the little bits of Mandarin that occasionally got through the translators. Poor Jamie...

Oh, but there was a cat at the door now. Kaylee eyed Bobby warily, ready to reach forward and grab him if need be. No use in knocking Sam around more than once today, right?

Dean did a sneaky poke and tickle to Kaylee's side. smirking a little. He rolled his eyes at Sam's comment, and he will DENY any blushing on his part. Because he doesn't. Ever.

Right, anyway. Bobby was getting up to bark at Rhiow, but Dean spoke up over the barking, "Hey Rhiow, it's ok, it's just Bobby, he's friendly."

Sam was starting to get a 'feel' for when certain people arrived. Rhiow had a field all her own, so he'd managed to grab for Bobby's scruff before he got up too far. "Hey. Calm down," he said firmly. "You know Rhiow's scent. You've smelled her on me often enough."

Which, now that he thought about it, was probably one of the reasons why he was so interested. New scent plus having smelled it on Sam before probably made the pup curious, at least. He looked over at Rhiow, then pushed Bobby down off his lap. He kept hold of Bobby, though, following him over and keeping him back a few paces. "I think he only wants to meet you?" he said. "Though you probably know better than I do."

Rhiow said that everything spoke the Speech. So it was entirely possible she knew exactly what Bobby was saying.

"Maybe you could teach me." He offered, quiet a serious. He meant it too, curiosity outweighing everything else.

He felt like someone should tell Bobby that even if he took it into his head that he was the sort of dog that chased cats, chasing that cat was very bad for his health.

He flinched automatically, expecting another swift introduction of Bobby's paws to his stomach.

He stayed quiet, watching Rhiow curiously over the back of the couch, completely distracted from the movie by now. They hadn't really met since their introduction, and that had been rushed at best, considering Shiva and bombs and the fact that there had been no way in hell Iniss was going to let go of control just so he could say hello.

"Hi! Hi! Hi! This is my house! What are you!"

"Houiff," Rhiow said, vaguely disgusted. Her fur still bristled, and she kept the spell loaded, but she trotted up to Bobby all the same, sharing scents with him. He smelled not quite as disgusting as Earth houiff, which was a comfort. "Behave yourself or I'm going to open your nose up." She flexed her claws to let him know he wasn't kidding, and jumped up onto the arm of the sofa. "I am of the People. Our species is felis catus, or the common housecat."

"I'm a dog!"

"Yes, I know that." Rhiow turned her attention away from the puppy - he was young, after all, she couldn't expect him to speak sense. "I'm sorry I haven't been around in some time, I've been monitoring the progress of the new railway going through Grand Central. I hope you're well."

Mentally, she added a quiet Hello to Schmuz. Never one to leave him out of the conversation.

Alright then, she didn't have to get up and catch the dog, excellent. It meant she had more time to react to Dean again poking at her sides, which she returned with a light elbow-bump to his stomach. Behave, mister.

"Love to teach you," she replied to Tom, obviously excited by the idea. "If we can get the translators to calm out for a bit I think it'd be shiny." It wouldn't be hard, she didn't think, and all they really needed at first were a few key phrases and words. The rest would come with time.

Bobby seemed to be minding himself a little now too. Even if he was still curious about Rhiow.

Dean pouted at Kaylee but settled against her, his hands now just at her hips to keep her steady as they sat there.

"You gonna watch a movie with us Rhiow? And we should have got snacks for this."

Edited 2011-02-09 05:26 (UTC)

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