John woke up smiling on a rare day off. He was still quite sore from his latest hunt but he got immense satisfaction that his hunt had gone well - really well. Both boys had behaved really well for the past week, they had only one week left of school so John, for once i didn't rush them for the next hunt.

Eyes still closed, still not completely out of the grasp of sleep. he rolled over finding something fluffy catch his fingers. His smile widened, "Looks like Sam had tried to sneak over to his bed", John thought fingers combing through Sam's hair. He was rewarded by a loud squeak and he jumped up, hands dutching the .45 under his pillow and heard the thunder announcing his almost 4-year old herded in by Dean.

"Squeaky ...there you are. I've been looking everywhere" .John looked back at his bed ...It was definitely not Sam that he had been petting but a guinea pig. He gaped as Sam got up, grabbed the pet and walked away croonin at the fluffball in his hands.

John looked at a smirking Dean for an explanation, " It was Sam's turn to keep their class pet for the weekend."