The Files of the Big Damn Principal

Zoe watched John carefully as they started in on breakfast in the morning. He'd been brooding ever since they heard about Sam getting hurt, and it bothered her that she couldn't think of any way to make all three Winchesters feel better. She tried to come up with something to say, but her thoughts were interrupted by a quick pain at her side, and she glared down at her belly.

"I'm feeding you as quickly as I can. You can stop kicking any time now, honestly."

Zoe lounged on the couch, taking some time to relax before she had to get ready for her day. At the moment, she had a pad of paper in front of her, and was brainstorming ideas for detention, smirking more and more wickedly with every idea she wrote down.

[for demons_death]

When Zoe woke up, it didn't seem strange for her to be in her own bed in the tower, nor did it seem strange to have John beside her. What did seem strange was the passing thought of whether or not John might still have cooties, before she fully woke up and nearly bolted upright, swearing soundly.

[For anyone who might have spent the night in the tower. *g*]

When John had started laying down more salt against the windows in the tower, Zoe held her tongue and didn't comment. But she really felt the need to interrupt when he started drawing incomprehensible things by the door.

"Are you going to tell me what you're doing, or do I get to guess?" she asked.

[For demons_death.]

Zoe had never been terribly concerned about her general lack of personal belongings, but she had to admit, it had made it a lot easier for John to move in. Not that he'd had much to move in himself, of course. It was little things like that that made Zoe realize what a pair the two of them made.

"I might be slightly biased," she said, "but I think this was a really good idea."