TWO IS ALWAYS BETTER THAN ONE
Dean and Castiel were a happy couple. They had three beautiful children, the twins Jonathan and Cassidy, and the eldest one Mary. Mary was six, and the twins were three. Castiel was a stay at home parent, raising the twins, while Dean hunted with Sam and John. Mary was attending kindergarten at a nearby school. Their lives were perfect, they couldn't possibly ask for more.
"Dean!" Cas called out from the kitchen. "Dinner is ready!"
Cas set the food down in front of the three starving children. The twins were bouncing playfully in their highchairs. Mary was sulking in her chair. Dean came running down, and joined them at the table. The twins were served first, shoving their chubby fingers in the spaghetti. Mary played with her food, stabbing the fork into it occasionally.
"Sweetie, what's bugging you?" Dean asked Mary, as he stared at her with a worried look.
Her lower lip began to quiver. "The other kids don' like me daddy." She whispered.
"Why is that?"
"B-because they were laughing. They said I'm weird 'cause I don't have a mommy. I only have two daddies." Mary began to cry, as she ran to her bedroom.
Cas glanced over to Dean. "I've got this." Dean said, as he chased after his oldest daughter.
Mary was crying into her pillow, when Dean got up to her room. He hugged her, as she buried her face into his shoulder. She let out sobs, as Dean rubbed her back.
'Wh-why do they hate me daddy?" She cried out.
"Baby, they don't hate you. They're just jealous. Because, having two daddies is always better than one."
She looked up at him with her watery green eyes. "Really? Why" She sniffled.
Dean smiled down at her. "Of course. You wanna' know why? Because daddies always buy their little girls whatever they want, they always sing better than mommies, and they are stronger!"
She giggled, as Dean flexed his muscles for her.
She was happy for the rest of the night, ready to go tell all her friends about how having two daddies is better than one!