It was September first of 1982, Dean Winchester was a strong, independent man. Well, toddler. He was three years old by the time his mum was ready to put him in a daycare.
Anyway, on September first, Dean Winchester walked in to North Lawrence Daycare wearing a Pink Floyd shirt, dark denim jeans, lace-up boots, and a leather jacket.
Castiel Novak, however, was wearing a white button-up shirt, nice, black trousers, black dress shoes, a blue clip-on ties, and a tan trench coat.
They met at the sand box. It had separate places of colourful sand, each colour had its on space. The kids could make anything on a cookie sheet, then the teacher, Miss Ellen, would take it home with her, where her husband would make a mild of the sand, and make a plastic model for the kid to play with. He would also heat the sand to turn it to glass for the parents. In the off chance the parents didn't want it, Miss Ellen would put in a shadow box at the daycare along with a picture of the kid and a signature.
Castiel was in the process of making a grey castle with a blue moat around it, a brown bridge over the moat, small 'alligators' which were just small, green sand ovals.
That's when Dean came.
"It should have a prince and a princess," Dean had said, quickly moulding two bodies with tan sand.
"Why can't it have two princes?" Castiel asked. His house had two princes. His dad, Gabe, and his papa, Sam.
"I guess it can. Let's make them look like us!" Dean exclaimed.
"I'm Casty-el," Castiel said, over-pronouncing his own name.
"I'm Dean Winces- Winkest-Winshest-" Dean struggled with his last name, and after a few times, he finally got it. "Win-chest-er. Dean Winchester."
"Casty-el Novak," Castiel said as he put black sand on his sand person.
"You don't got grey eyes, Casty-el. You got bright, pretty blue eyes like muh Mama," Dean said as Castiel started making his prince grey eyes
"You got big green eyes like grass. Or a grasshopper.
They finished their princes in quiet, then placed them side-by-side on the brown bridge.
"We ought to put flowers so we can use all the colours," Castiel said. Dean nodded, and moulded the multicoloured flowers on the green 'grass'. Instead of making stems, they just rolled up little balls of yellow sand and put them on the 'grass' for flower centres. Then they just surrounded with coloured sand and Castiel carved the details with a toothpick.
"You think one day we can get a castle?" Dean asked. "We can be the princes!"
"Yeah! We can do whatever we want then!" Castiel exclaimed.
"Are you ready to go, boys? Your parents are here," Miss Ellen called. She picked up their castle carefully, and led them outside to their parents.
"Momma, you think one day I could get a castle?" Dean asked as Mary strapped him into his car seat.
"Who's gonna be your princess?" She asked.
"I'm not gonna have a princess. Casty-el is gonna be my prince," he explained, pointing out his raven-haired prince.
"Well, I'm sure you'll both be the best princes."
"Nuh-uh, Momma. Casty-el's gonna be the bestest prince."
"Daddy! I found my prince!" Castiel exclaimed after Sam had finally drove him home. "His name's is Dean Winshester and we're gonna have a castle! He's gonna be my prince just like papa is yours."