paradisalogs | ✶ Here we are as in olden days; Happy golden days of yore ✶

Who: The Winchester family! ~~Castiel~~ Clarence, Meg, Dean, Katniss, Danny, Mabel, and the beloved bouncing bundle of joy, baby Sammy! ~~yes really~~
What: Domestic holiday bliss and ~quality time~ with visiting family!
When: Anytime during Stepford
Where: The Winchester family home
Rating: PG-13 tops for once

There were a few brief moments of confusion when Meg woke up in a lovely, yet completely foreign bedroom. She fingered the lace of her light blue nightgown fondly for a moment - not quite her usual taste, but it sure was pretty. The mid-century looking decor flooded her with a sense of nostalgia as she sat up in bed, careful not to disturb Cas as she did, and she smiled a little dreamily as she stretched.

As she looked down at Castiel, she immediately recognized the now-familiar surge of feelings that always accompanied any world change during which Paradisa saw fit to make her human. When she noticed that he seemed to be free of the lingering cuts and bruises and swelling and that his expression was peaceful rather than strained, her smile widened and she sighed with relief.

She pulled back the lovely floral print duvet and gasped, clapping her right hand over her mouth as she stared at her left, where there was a lovely, vintage looking diamond ring on a very important finger. Meg couldn't help the tears of joy that welled up when she peeked over cautiously and saw that there was, indeed, a simple gold band on Cas. Well then.

Whatever the castle was up to this time was a mystery, but at the moment, she was frankly too happy to give a damn.

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"Gosh, that sounds delicious! You're such an amazing cook, Meg. You should open your own restaurant." Katniss sighed with envy, before she laughed quietly. "With as much running around as I do? Besides, with my Archery training? I'll probably at least be able to trim the pounds." A note of pride enters her voice. "They're thinking I might have potential to go National. Maybe even the Olympics. Can you imagine? The Games?"

She bobbed Sammy on her knee, making him burble. "I really don't know how you do it - managing three kids and this house? And cook? And all the hosting you do? Gosh, Meg." She felt her cheeks flush at her sister's question, before answering primly (and why did that sting?). "...I really didn't have the time, with my studies."

Meg stifled a little laugh at that, given the fact that Katniss was usually quite aware of the fact that Meg did indeed open a bar whose menu she was working on expanding, but it was nice to hear nonetheless. She felt a twinge of guilt at enjoying the sisterly love so much even knowing it was a false memory, and she hoped it would also be a fond one for Katniss when she was herself again.

"The Games would be amazing," she replied with a grin. "I'm sure you'll do wonderfully! You're so talented with that bow and arrow of yours. And hey, maybe you'll even meet someone abroad," she added with a wink.

She couldn't help blushing a bit despite the fact that the praise was entirely fictional, it was still fun. "I'm really not sure how I do it, either," she mused. It was true, after all. She didn't have a clue, but she could certainly play the game for the time being.

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Katniss's cheeks flushed, before she shrugged as she bounced the baby on her knee. Making a raspberry noise for the baby, she murmured under her breath. "I guess so ... I just ... I don't know. It feels like my heart should really belong to someone, and I haven't met anyone who fits that bill."

She gave Meg a wry smile. "It's not like you and Clarence - when you both just ... knew from the moment you met."

Meg giggled at the commentary - the idea of things having been perfect from the moment she met Cas was just plain hysterical. Still, even if Katniss couldn't really feel it outright at the moment, Meg picked up on a distinct sense of loneliness and reached out to squeeze her "sister's" hand affectionately.

"You know, it wasn't always hugs and puppies with me and Clarence. I wouldn't trade him for the world now, but we did nothing but bicker at first."

Katniss looked up at her big sister, giving a wan smile, than brightened a little with a laugh. "You know, I really don't remember that at all -- but I was so young then. I probably thought you two were just making goo-goo eyes at each other by yelling."

"I suppose you were, weren't you?" She masked the fact that she was trying to do some quick math with a laugh. Katniss was just finishing her first year of college, so she was 19, tops. She figured with her eldest being a teenager, she had to at least be in her 30s in this world, so it made sense that she had to be nearly 15 years older.

Photo albums told Meg that she and Cas had been high school sweethearts despite him being a bit older, and that Meg herself had managed to hold down the fort working with two small children and still caring for her younger sister when their parents passed away and "Clarence" had gone off to war. It would figure that he had been a soldier. The apparently huge inheritance that miraculously hadn't been lost during the depression did wonders for their little family, but Meg hadn't been surprised to see that she had supposedly been stubborn enough to take a job as a chef, anyway.

"We probably were," she answered absently, somewhat caught up in a flood of false memories. They certainly had led quite the little lives here. She couldn't help but feel quite entitled to a little happiness for them both, considering both their made up histories and their real ones.

Part of her wondered what Katniss had been through that she somehow ended up in their makeshift family. She'd have to find out when things were back to normal.

"Don't remind me - little bitty Kitty-widdy." Katniss smirked faintly as she picked Sammy up to walk him around the kitchen before he got fussy. "But never you mind - Katniss is all grown up now, thanks and ... well. I guess I'll find my Clarence when it's time."

She grinned, teasingly, "Maybe I'll marry Dean, and then we can be cousins and sisters at the same time."

"I'm sure you will. And then you can have some little rugrats of your own and Auntie Meggy can give you all the help you need with them," she cooed.

At her follow up, Meg shot her a look, but her tone is light and teasing. "Jesus, Kat. Been smoking anything funny off at school?"

"Good, because I'll probably need all the help I can get." Katniss said wryly, before carrying Sammy around the kitchen. She gave her a teasing smile, before shrugging.

"Oh, Meg, honestly. Like I would do anything like that." She chided gently, before she laughed. "But I find it funny you think I'd do the reefer, just to see Dean as an eligible catch. Honestly, you two."

"Well, you know you can count on me," Meg assured her with a warm grin.

"Good," she answered, feigning a serious expression, but her eyes danced with laughter. "You'd have to be on drugs to go for that clown."

"I know I can... and that makes me feel a million times better." She gave Me a warm smile, going over to squeeze her shoulder.

"You know, that's Clarence's family. His favorite cousin, no less."

✶ Here we are as in olden days; Happy golden days of yore ✶

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