light 'em up, up, up

As soon as he was no longer tethered to a blood bag Scott had fought against the ever nagging pains in his side to return to his office. His sanctuary. A space just big enough for a desk, a couch, a whippet, and absolutely fucking no one else, ideally.

So Dean hadn't knocked–sue him. As far as he had known, his presence had been requested. Considering Scott had been in medical for so long, it was a wonder he hadn't been called for sooner. "If you don't want me here I can fucking go, but I have a text that says otherwise." He didn't know how he had become the official barber of the Underground, but it was something to do. It wasn't like he was getting paid for it though, so if Scott had changed his mind, that was fine by him.

Danny ✉ text all underground:

Xavier was laser focused on the soil sample he had scraped into the vial, staring at it like it held a world of answers. It was from the grounds of the school, where... Well, he knew where. Everyone knew. But what Xavier knew was the signature from the device, did not match the signature of the magic that had scorched this earth. No, this was something else. It had to have been for a reason. He was so lost in thought, that he hadn't heard them come over, "This isn't what it looks like." @havensdalestarters

Dean eyed him suspiciously for a moment before ultimately deciding that he didn't care what he was doing. Science and tech weren't really his things and, honestly, if Xavier was hiding something, Dean didn't want to know; he had enough secrets to keep. "It looks like you're playing with a jar of dirt."

Jess felt totally bad about having a moment of, well, not feeling bad. She was currently in their communal kitchen, looking at her reflection in the toaster. Preening. Was she dressed extra cute today? A little sultry, even? Yes. But was that a crime? No! Was it for any particular reason? Not one she was willing to admit unless pressed. It was with that thought she heard a noise behind her. Turning quickly, she pulled on her biggest grin- "Nothing to see here." @havensdalestarters

Dean watched her as she preened herself in the damn toaster reflection, clenching his jaw as he tried not to say anything too scathing. Learning that not all supernaturals were evil had been a slow process for Dean; it was something he still had to keep correcting within himself, even with people like Carrie. So with Jess, who had been pure evil a mere eight months ago, it was even more of a struggle. "You know, some of us would actually like to make toast." He was trying, okay?

Harper locked eyes with the cups of coffee first, weighing up her options here. There were a few safe topics for them. The kids, obviously. Blake. 'How was your day' - that kind of thing. They were co-parenting the heck outta those angels, truly. Anything else, Harper didn't wanna think about it. So, when the topic of 'Blake' was his pick, she looked up and flashed a grin. "Oh? Not even after he spent all that time learning that dance they made up?" Harper took the coffee, treasuring that first sip of goodness. "No, I'm good. Thanks for the boost though," she added, gesturing to the cup. Of all the things, curiosity got the better of her. "Really though, what'd Blake do now? Use your toothbrush?"

"No, not even after that." Dean was toeing a line with Blake's secret, but it was hard to change the subject when Harper was speaking to him about something almost different from the kids. "My pleasure." He was always so polite with her these days- actively afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing. It never used to be that way with them, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out how to get back to the way they had been when they were just a couple of teenagers causing mayhem. Could they ever get back to that? Dean hoped so. The overly cheerful niceties were going to be the death of him. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it." He waved a dismissive hand and took a sip of his coffee, knowing immediately that he had already fucked it.

Without thinking, Blake outburst with--- "WHY!?"

"I don't know!" Dean dramatically waved his hands in defeat, half shrugging. He should have checked in sooner after telling him to break up with one of them. "How could you do this to Callie? To Harper's friend? Do you-..." He cut himself off as another realisation hit him, "Oh my god, Elena is living with Harper's family! In your little brain, how do you see this ending?"

"What was I supposed to do!?"

"You think you can have a bunch of wives?!" He snapped at him, "You get one wife! This is the way the world works!"

"I--- You- You told me I had to choose and---"

"You have to choose! You can't have both women."

"Yes."

"How do you do that?"

"Stella. Joshua! You better be good for your uncle Blake now, okay? Thank you, babies," Harper shouted, blowing them both lots of kisses before exiting the room underground. Letting out a sigh, she announced- "Mama needs a cuppa coffee." @havensdalestarters

Dean appeared in front of her holding two cups of coffee. He had noticed her dropping the twins off with Blake and had taken his opportunity to be the caffeine hero she needed. Not like he was managing to be any other kind of hero for her. "He doesn't deserve their good behaviour." He really didn't. After what he had found out earlier, he hoped Stella threw up on him. "Anything else you need?" Dean held out one cup while drinking from the other.

"I'm dating Callie."

"Are you dating Elena?"

"Both."

"Are you dating Callie?"

"Okay, you process this however you need to process this. If you want me to keep talking---"

"Which one are you dating?"

"I didn't break up with either one of them."

"What do you mean?"

"No, she's---," Blake started, running his hand through his hair again. "She's not gone. Elena's not gone."

"So-... So, you broke up with Callie?"

This was going to be a long day, wasn't it? Blake closed his eyes, confessing as fast as he could. "I'm dating both of them and neither one of them knows it and I feel terrible about it."

"But Elena's gone. She's above-..." Dean ran a hand through his hair, trying to wrap his head around what he was hearing. "What do you mean?"

Blake looked back at Dean hopelessly before letting out a sigh. Oh, man... Here we go. "I'm still dating Elena."

There was a brief pause, "What do you mean?"