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It's late when Wednesday drags herself through the door.
She's had it up to here with the idiots she works with. Honestly, where was this competence they all seemingly possess?
The house is quiet. She goes up the stairs, and around the corner. The lights are mostly off. Tyler might be awake in their bedroom, watching mindless television but Dean is most definitely asleep in his bed.
She sighs. All she wants to do is strip, throw on one of Tyler's shirts - and if he makes the mistake of remarking on it, she'll break his neck without a second thought - and slide under the covers. It's been too long of a day to keep her eyes open any longer.
When she gets to her and Tyler's bedroom, she pauses. Her husband is there as he should be but it seems that they have a guest.
Tyler's head is leaning over to the side, he's sound asleep. But that's not all. Dean is there with him, he's curled up on his father's chest with a blanket thrown over him.
The sight warms her. Her irritation melts away slowly - it's the strangest thing.