A/N: HELLO! Welcome to my SECOND Destiel story!
If you haven't read "Second Chances" then you should read that too
( it has NOTHING to do with this one, just another Destiel story of mine you might enjoy.)
Hope you enjoy this new story, I'm going back and correcting some things on the computer that I obviously missed on my phone.
I have already done this to all 9 chapters of "Second Chances" and plan to do it to "Saving Riley" My power rangers fic.
Like I said on "Second Chances" My thought is that life doesn't always have happy endings, so the least I could do was to give the characters in my stories their happy endings. So No main character deaths no crazy twist endings where main characters die.
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Chapter 1:
"Dean"
Dean reached over to turn off his alarm. Now that would be easy if he was cocooned in his covers, with only his hand reaching out to find the offending object in question.
Finally, his head emerged to scowl at his alarm clock which read 6:00 am. Hitting the snooze button, admittedly a little too hard, he groaned. "Time to get up" he sighed, talking to no one.
He grumbled and swayed as he walked down the dark hallway, cursing quietly as he ran over some toy that was left in the hallway.
He made it to the bathroom without breaking his neck, shockingly. He made a mental note to make the kids clean up before bed, and not let them sucker him into another 'I'll do it tomorrow daddy'. "Damn puppy dog eyes" he grumbled as he starts the shower.
When the water was the right temperature he stepped in and sighed in content as the warm water cascaded over his skin.
After his shower, and feeling more like he was now in the land of the living, Dean made his way to the kitchen and turn the coffee pot on. 'Time to get the demons up' he thought jokingly to himself.
He sighed, for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, and made his way up the stairs to wake the kids.
He made it to the top of the stairs and down the short hallway, he opened the first door on his left. He turned on the light because no way was he navigating the minefield that was his son's room in the dark.
Dean walked over to the bed and chuckled, his son was cocooned much like himself earlier. He pulled the cover off "Come on kiddo, time to rise and shine" he said happily. All he got was a groan from the child. "Come on kiddo, first day at your new school."
This time the child opened one emerald green eye, that matched perfectly with his father's, at him as if surveying the situation. Dean waited patiently until he saw the boy make a move. "Come on Xander, we are gonna be late. I still have to get your sister up" he explained.
There was a thumbs up from the boy and Dean exited the room. He made his way to the door beside Xander's room. He opened the door and turned on the light, to yet another minefield.
He repeated the process of getting Xander up and got about the same response. "Come on Sammy, it's time to wake up" he then got a thumbs up from her, much quicker than her brother He exited her room and headed for the stairs.
Stopping on the landing he turned and called back "I'm going to drink coffee so I can feel human, get up and get dressed." He said before descending the stairs. "Don't forget your teeth" he called over his shoulder before he came to the bottom of the stairs.
About twenty minutes later, still no kids, Dean glanced at the clock 7:30. He walked over to the stairs and yelled up "The car is leaving at 7:45 with or without you, breakfast or no breakfast. I suggest you get your butts in gear" he warned.
Before he could get the whole sentence out the kids came fumbling down the stairs, fully dressed and bickering on their way down. 'Hmmm I didn't have to use threats this morning' he thought to himself and chuckled out loud.
You would think they were twins by the looks of them. They resembled each other so much, basically carbon copies of their father, with dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes. Not to mention the freckles that are scattered on their noses and cheeks.
But they weren't twins. They were only a year apart. At nine Xander acts just like his father when he was younger, much to Dean's dismay, which included old band shirts and a temper. At eight Samantha was the exact opposite of her father and brother, Dean was definitely happy about this he did not think he could handle another him or Xander.
Samantha reminded him of his brother Sam, who she is named after. They haven't been close for years but Dean loves his little brother. She loves to read and has top marks in her class, just like Sam. They're so much alike sometimes it makes Dean smile a sad smile. He misses his brother.
"Sorry but Xander." She said putting emphasis on her brother's name and glaring his direction "Took forever in the bathroom!" She finished exasperatedly.
"Hey!" Her brother exclaimed, "It takes a while to look this good" he said, gesturing to himself and smirking. That smirk could almost rival his father's, almost. Dean chuckled. "Okay okay, go eat some breakfast guys." He told them. They ran off to the kitchen for a pop tart and a juice.
Once they ate all they wanted it was 7:45. "Okay, load up. School time" Dean Instructed them. They raced each other out to the Impala sitting in the driveway, racing for the front seat. "Both in the back!" Dean called as he locked the door.