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This was very likely the most normal his life had been in the past four years. There was something sad about that, but he wasn't thinking about that right now.

Right now there was Bobby with his head resting on his thigh and a movie from his childhood playing on the TV and his head was completely his own. All good things, comfortable things, safe things.

It was relaxing, and that was all, the wag of Bobby's tail and the quiet voices from the TV. It was nice to do something that didn't need to mean anything.

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"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."

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"We need to get snacks first," Sam pointed out, petting Bobby. Whatever Rhiow had said to him seemed to have calmed him. Though he still was giving the wizard a good sniffing. "That's why I've been saying that we should watch stuff in the Sensoriums. At least the snacks would taste fine." Even if they were only slop that the Sensoriums made them think was snacks.

"I'm not sure what's up after Homeward Bound, which is what we're watching now." He glanced up at the movie. "Have been watching, at least. I think we're kind of close to the end." Sam straightened, heading back for the couch. "What else do we have?"

"It's just not the same. I like it better here, lack of popcorn or not." He smiled at Kaylee. "I feel like I should be writing down a class schedule or something, you know? All these things I want to learn. Languages from you, hand to hand and stuff from Sam, piloting...there's a lot of stuff."

He watched Bobby and Rhiow curiously, head tilted to the side and hoping the puppy didn't get in over his head. A tiny bit of the tension crept out of him when Rhiow got off the floor, nodding to the black cat politely. "Hello, Rhiow." It felt a little strange to be addressing a cat. Like maybe almost verging on crazy cat lady behavior, though this cat at least talked back. Hardly the strangest thing that had happened to him in the last half decade.

"Uhhhh, I mostly grabbed Disney Movies and comedies. Probably most of the early 90s is down there somewhere. You guys can pick whatever."

"Ehhif movies are a little off if you're a Person," Rhiow said. "You can suspend your disbelief - but there's no scent there, so we can't. Now if you make movies we can smell, I'll be fascinated."

Rhiow was keeping an extremely close eye on the dog - but he seemed to be behaving himself. At least, she reminded herself, he didn't smell like a dumpster. "I hope you've been well, T-hom. I would have looked you up before now but like I said, busy. Entropy keeps running."

Kaylee smiled at Tom, shrugging her shoulders as she made herself comfortable against Dean. "Nothin' wrong with wantin' to learn things. More folks around here need to share that enthusiasm, I think."

The idea of scented movies caught Kaylee's attention. "Seen somethin' like that before. More them throwin' scents around in the room through vents under your chair to help with the feelin' of really being there than to tell the story, though."

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