Sam and Dean were on another case. They were in their suits and ready to interview a witness. When the Impala pulled up in front of the house, there were two little kids playing in the front yard.
"I get to be the mommy," the little boy argued. "Why can't I be the mommy?"
"Because you're a boy. That's why. You get to be the daddy," the little girl tried to explain.
"One day, I'll get to be the mommy!" he was clearly upset but for some reason didn't stomp off. Instead he stayed and continued to play house with the little girl.
"Isn't that cute?" Sam asked Dean as he chuckled.
"Not really. Every girl has the potential to become a bouquet-carrying beast. Even the cute little ones. Look at how bossy that one is."
"She's just trying to explain why he can't be the mommy, Dean."
"She gonna explain the birds and bees to him, too? He's confused. Heck, let the boy be the mommy if he wants it so much."
"You feeling okay, Dean?"
"I just don't like seeing kids that small being cast in the stereotypical roles. Girls can fix cars. Boys can take care of kids. I took care of you."
"That's why you don't like a pretty little girl? You think she's going to take away from all that you've done for me?"
"No. I think she's going to warp that poor boy's mind until he can't see all that boys can do."
They watched the kids for a couple more minutes as they settled into the everyday routines of "married life".
"They're going to be okay, Dean. Both of them. They still have so much learning to do."
"I hope so. She should just let him be the mommy sometime."