The Files of the Big Damn Principal

When Zoe woke up, she found herself wondering if the weekend had been real, or just a really bad dream. Then she realized how much her breath smelled like marshmallows, and sighed. It was a good thing she hadn't known John when they were younger, she realized, or they might have killed each other.

[For the not weetiny husband.]

Zoe was sprawled out on the living room couch, finishing up the paperwork she'd brought home for the weekend. Having the boys in the house had distracted her, but it certainly hadn't been an unpleasant distraction, and since they'd been gone for most of the day, she'd been able to get everything done. The baby monitor from Grace's room was blissfully quiet, and Zoe found herself wondering if John was busy with things she couldn't pull him away from.

[For one Winchester in particular.]

Both Zoe and John had decided that today would be a good day to start looking for a new place to live. Zoe had a map of the island spread across the table, and was currently bent over it (as much as she could be, at least), making notes to herself, blissfully oblivious to anything else that might have been going on.

[For two certain wee ones.]