disclaimer: don't own them.
It was that time again. John was never prepared for it, he hated this part of single parenthood more than almost any other. He had to take his boys to get new clothes. In many ways it was worse than a hunt. One way in particular, a certain 5 year old needed a nap almost as much as he needed new shoes.
"Dean, please control your brother," John pleaded.
"Sammy let Dad have your foot for a sec," Dean commanded.
"No. Let go of me poo poo face," Sam shouted.
"You're the one holding onto me. And, I'm not a poo poo face. You are," Dean grinned while he watched his father put the shoes on Sam as he had him distracted.
"Okay, they'll do," John sighed. "We're done."
"Dad, we just got started."
A/N: this should be my last post at a wonky time. work is returning to 'normal' this week.