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[weary_head]

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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[weary-head.livejournal.com]

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?"

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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.

[weary-head.livejournal.com]

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."

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"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.