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Dean rolled onto his elbows, surveying Hera across the bed. Why he'd decided that his one night off would be prime time to have a damn slumber party with a toddler, he didn't know, but he forgot to care pretty quick when she whipped out another flawless monkey face.

"Oh man," he said, trying to tug his ears down as far as hers. "I am so burned. Angua!" he shouted across the hut. "Come over here and avenge my honor!"

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"No way, I taste like man," said Dean, jiggling his arm gently against her teeth. "Big, stinky man, which you should stay far away from unless they're named Dean, John, or Sam. 'til you're at least thirty."

Hera giggled and let go to bounce on Dean. "Stinky! Stinky!" she chanted, giggling.

"I do like her. She's very observant," Angua said, giving Dean's side a gentle poke.

Dean grabbed her and rolled her onto her back, biting at her stomach. "Girls on the other hand," he told Hera, "taste sweet. 'Specially this girl right here."

"Dean, there's a toddler present." Angua smacked lightly at Dean's head because he knew what biting did to her.

Hera just thought it was hilarious, but Angua still wriggled away. "Bath time! For Hera," she added, smirking at Dean.

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"What, I'm not dirty enough?" Dean asked, catching Hera as she tried slinking off the other side of the bed.

"Man," he told her, "I wish I could take a bath. Baths are awesome."

Angua snorted. "I'm not going to answer that," she said, walking over to the basin, pushing up her sleeves.

"Bath are wa-some?" Hera asked, trying to say the long word at the end.

"Wa-some," said Dean solemnly. "You get to play with big soap bubbles, and there are toys. Man."

He rolled back onto his back, touching the tip of her grimy nose. "I'm jealous."

"Where toys?" Hera asked, perking up. She sat on his tummy and looked around the bed for the elusive toys.

"They're in the bathtub, goosey," said Dean. Wrapping his hands around her middle, he hoisted her into the air. "Do geese like rubber duckies?"

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Hera giggled, spreading her arms to fly. "Yes!"

"Bring goosey to me," Angua said when Dean came up next to her. She tugged at Hera's shoes, carefully pulling them off, followed by her socks. She tickled the pads of Hera's feet, making the little girl squirm, and smiled. "C'mere," she said, and Hera stretched her arms out so Angua could hold her. She propped Hera on her hip, pulling her mud-stained shirt off, and then her pants and undies.

"Ready?" she asked, tickling Hera's tummy. Hera giggled and nodded and Angua lowered her into the small tub.

Dean watched them, a soft look creeping into his eyes and warmth he hadn't felt since leaving Ben behind growing in his gut. He cleared his throat, dropping to one knee to show Hera the rubber duckie.

"You know the duckie song?"

Angua picked up the sponge she'd taken from the Compound and the soap, and began to gently scrub Hera clean.

"Five littol ducks wen' out to p'ay, ober the hill an' far away, one littol duck go quack quack quack, and on'y fo' littol duck come back," Hera sang, the lyrics embedded in her mind from all the hundreds of times she asked her mother to sing it to her.

Shit. Dean didn't actually know this duckie song. He listened, though, slowly joining in as he picked up the words.

"Four little ducks went out to play, over the hill and far away. The mother duck said quack quack come back, three little ducks came running back."

"Three little ducks went out to play, over the hill and far away. Mother duck said quack quack quack quack, but only two little ducks came back," Angua joined in, scrubbing Hera's arms with the sponge. She swiped some soap and patted it on Dean's nose.

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