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Sam and Dean stayed up with Harper well into the early morning as she hurled up all the rum then proceeded to cry from her hangover headache. I called Dallas' mom and screamed at her until she listened to what I had to say. I had to call back a few times and I was hoarse by the time I made my point but it was worth it. Sam and I made it to bed within ten minutes of 4 in the morning, both exhausted.
"Sunshine. We're sending our other children to a school without prom. I never want to do that again." He groaned as he fell onto the bed still completely clothed.
I joined him, also completely clothed, sighing, "They will find a way regardless if they want."
Sam was completely silent and still for a few moments. I had begun to think he was asleep when he turned to look at me with a confused smile on his face.
"So that's no longer a 'never' on having kids?" He asked with a little twinkle in his eye.
"I-well...." I took a moment to think about it as Sam fiddled with my hair feigning patience, "It might not be a great idea but... That sounds horrid. Oh my god. Um... I'm becoming less opposed to it." I explained.
Sam's face exploded into a grin, "You know we could get a house so we can give them a semi normal life? And maybe I could get an actual job. They wouldn't have to know anything until they got too old to hide it from them. We could make it normal." He babbled tracing my cheekbones and jawline as he did.
"I'm more worried about safe Samson." I muttered, trying to keep myself from getting emotional, "I've already lost one baby. I couldn't lose another and survive."
A truck of guilt slammed into me and backed over me to finish the job as I watched Sam's wistfully happy face shatter into his all too familiar expression of grief.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"
"No Ehvs, you're right. I probably couldn't either..." He murmured, turning on his side and laying his arm over me protectively.
His eyes wandered around the room lost in thought as I watched him.
"We could rebuild Bobby's house." I blurted, "And you could have Dean teach us mechanic stuff and reopen the lot and we could work phones and do research and do little cases here and there."
Sam's smile grew with every word I spoke.
He pulled me closer and kissed my forehead, "Have I told you I love you yet today?"
I smiled and shook my head.
"Well I do. Now let's get some sleep." He declared.
"I love you too Samson."

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM I'M DYYYYYIIIIING" Harper yelled as over dramatically as possible from the bathroom to wake me up.
I groaned and rolled over to look at the clock, "It's only seven! Die later." I called, flopping onto my pillow again.
"Ehvs, you should probly go see what she needs." Sam grumbled as he rolled over, pulling the blankets off me as he did.
I sat up and backhanded him to let him know I was mildly mad at him but he just snickered as I walked out the door.
"What do you need Harpie?" I asked, rubbing my eyes as I leaned on the bathroom door jam.
"Food." She groaned.
I sighed and took my hand away from my face, "okay but- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?!" I yelled, far more worried than angry.
"What do you mean? I look great hungover." She sassed as she leaned her back against the bathtub and let her head fall back.
"No the bruise." I clarified kneeling down in front of her and brushing my thumb over her swollen purple cheek.
"I probly fell on something..." She sighed not bothering to move.
"SAAAAM!" I hollered and waited for him to stumble in, "Did she fall at all last night?" I asked when he finally poked his head around the corner.
He shook his head then turned to Harper, "Did you whack something dancing?" He asked with a yawn.
She frowned in concentration, "Oh! Uh... Y-Yeah. That must have been it..." She stuttered, eyes going wide as a forced smile sprang up.
I shot a wary look at Sam which he returned before I sat down in front of Harper, "You're a terrible liar."
She sighed, "I- I think I called him a giant dick shiner and-"
"Did he hit you?" Sam asked, whatever sympathy he had was replaced by protective rage.
She shook her head violently, "No he threw my phone at me. I didn't realize it hit that hard."
I could feel the heat coming off of Sam. His hands clenched up into fists and his nostrils flared as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Hey babe?" I asked, tugging on his sweats to get his attention, "Why don't you go get breakfast started?"
He clenched his jaw and nodded. He bent down and kissed Harper's hair quickly before he left.
I sighed and turned back to Harper, "Is that all that happened?" I asked.
If she lies again I'm going to lose my shit.
She nodded and looked down at the ground, "So how much trouble am I in?"
"After your hangover is passed." I avoided, "Maybe I'll have you scrub the bunker and alphabetize the library." I teased.
"Ugh... No humor. I might throw up." She groaned, "But that's a terrible punishment for my OCD."
"GINGY" Dean yelled as he jogged down the hallway.
"I swear if someone other than Sam yells my name again today...." I grumbled under my breath.
"EW! Mom I heard that!" Harper whined.
Dean swung in the door, "You're required in the kitchen. I got Pip duty for a bit."
I nodded and pulled myself off the floor so I could shuffle down the hall.
I rounded the corner, saw my dad waiting for me, stopped, turned around, and walked back to bed.
"Evelynn! Get your ass back in here." He ordered.
I could faintly hear Sam give him a warning as I continued walking away, "I don't even have a bra on yet and I've already got too much going on." I hollered back.
"Well that sucks for you." He sighed from somewhere ahead of me down the hall where he must have poofed, "I have something for you."
"Go wait in the kitchen." I ordered as I walked past him again.
"Look Evelynn. I get you're pissed at me and I stepped over some lines but I brought an avocado burger from Bob's and I have some info about the place you're going to hit tonight." He followed me to the door of our room and waited outside while I put on a bra.
"Why are you being all nice? You're supposed to be an antagonist." I grumbled as I shrugged on Sam's sweatshirt and made my way back to the kitchen with Dad following me like a puppy.
"I might not like Harper but I feel bad about the hell thing and I realize I fucked up, okay?" He snapped.
Just take the apology and appease him. Then he will leave faster.
"Okay." I huffed, falling into a seat at the kitchen table and shooting Sam a 'kill me' look, "where's that avocado burger?"
"Right here babe." Sam said, walking the box over to me and kissing the top of my head just to make my dad a little extra annoyed.
As I thanked him and opened up the box Dad parked his chassy across from me and waited until I made eye contact with him to give his news.
"You need to know the museum is a trap."