Bobby's scrapyard being perfect for that for all the wrong reasons. It'd take a couple of weeks before he starts adding bourbon to his morning coffee.

Angel eggs always require a little bit of effort for me to believe in, because they can't work if angels are multidimensional wavelengths of celestial intent, since they wouldn't require the whole breeding-and-birth process of carbon-based lifeforms...but then, if the fic has them as physical beings that don't need vessels for this dimension, it's all right.

And the sort of communal-style parenting that'd come from the set-up you have here would be absolutely adorable.