John couldn't decide if his broken toe was a curse or a blessing and Dean's patience with Sam was wearing thin. SO John decided to take over Dean's duties for the day and give him a break. They spent the whole day watching TV and now John was ready to tuck both his sons into bed, unfortunately that meant reading a story to Sam. "Alright! So, in the forest…"
"Wong wong wong…It hasta stat wif Once…um once.. Dea?"
Dean smiled, "What Sammy means is it has to start with once upon a time."
Sam nodded vigourously.
John smothered a grin and happily obliged.