hail the orphan king(s)

[kickingand]

Who: Dean and uh.... a wee Sam Winchester
Broadcast: fleetwide!
Action: Red Fish
When: nooww

[ Dean looks ultimately..... tired. And vaguely grumpy, but when does he not look like either of those things. Though it could be said he has good reason for this as there is a toddler-sized child in his arms, preoccupied with screeching and reaching desperately for the ground. It's shouting his name on repeat 'Dean, dowwn, Dean, dooowwn!' but as soon as he puts the child back on the floor, he's immediately reaching back up again, tugging on Dean's jacket, arms reaching for the sky.

'Dean! Deaaan!'

Truth be told, this is not actually something unfamiliar to him.

It's just something that feels as if it happened a million years ago. ]

Looking for some place to take a kid. [ Wait, let's rephrase. ] Not to dump him, but to get him outside.

Don't feel like cramping him up in here while we've got the chance to get out and-- haven't exactly toured the place much. Just want to get him out without having to deal with... anything. Keep him in here and he'll find his way to the armory when i'm not looking.

[ You think he's kidding. Winchesters and guns are like peanut butter and jelly.... give Dean another second while he swaps the kiddo from one hip to another, almost like he's done this once or twice before. It almost even looks like he's doing that bouncing-baby thing. ]

I'd appreciate the advice.

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video.

[paraclete]

["The best towel on the planet"—Kaworu's not too well versed in hyperbole, either, so he takes that entirely seriously, and is firmly dedicating himself to the cause. He's invested, yeah, overly invested, yeah, but it all amounts to mommy issues on a cosmic level; it's confusing as heck, but he contains the soul of his own mother, and even now he wonders how she would have treated him if they were separate entities. Even now he wonders if he could have treated the other Angels as though they came from him, too. Unfortunately, the Angels weren't destined to be kindred spirits.

So Kaworu is left to watch little awe-inspiring human beings. It helps that he loves their species very much. Growing and learning and changing... humans are capable of amazing things.

All of this to say: yeah, he's sold on the idea of finding this boy the most fantastic towel any linen store has to offer.]

I could send you a message once I've completed the endeavor, [he suggests, and he's wiggling his toes again.] And we can meet somewhere nearby.

video.

[kickingand]

[ And Dean is clueless to the fact that he's just handed this kid a seemingly impossible mission - or at least something that's harder than it probably should be. Because as far as Dean's concerned, a towel's a towel's a towel, there's nothing there that really needs to be overly special. Little Sammy endured more shitty motel towels than any human should ever have to experience; something luxurious is still practically comedic to Dean.

But that doesn't mean he's going to stop this kid either. He's more than welcome to try his damndest, not that Dean has any idea why, but he offers a singular nod of agreement, switching Sam from one hip to another, adding a few bounces along the way. ]

Sounds like a plan. No rush, got it? Sammy can hold off on bath time for a little while longer.