A/N A short little story i made, hope you guys like it :)

John grumbled and ran a hand through his already messy hair, sighing. This hunt was supposed to be a simple salt n' burn, but he just couldn't piece together the scarce research that he had to figure out who the culprit was. He flicked a glance at a two-year old Sam sitting across the table, cheerfully doodling on a piece of paper with a smidge of applesauce decorating his cheek.

"Dada." He heard his youngest call out to him.

"Yeah Sammy?"

"De?" He asked.

"Not here yet, buddy. He's in school." John explained, causing his youngest to frown and go back to doodling.

John tried to focus on his research for another half hour but when he realized that he was getting nowhere, he slammed his journal closed in frustration, closing his eyes and let out a single "Fuck." John doesn't open his eyes until he notices that Sam had gone silent. John opens an eye to check on his son. Sam's face is scrunched up, the face he makes when he is concentrating hard on something.

"F-fuh-fuck." Sam finally says, and John goes pale. Sam looks to him in triumph, unaware of the meaning behind the word.

"Sammy don't say that." John's words fall on deaf ears, because Sam doesn't stop.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." Sam is giggling and John is dead because how the hell is he supposed to explain this to Dean?

A quick flick of John's eyes to his watch tell him that he only has twenty minutes before he picks up his eldest from school. He spends that time desperately trying to get Sam to say something else, anything at all.

Dean doesn't wait long after the final bell rings before the Impala pulls up to his school. He sees his little brother waving at him excitedly through the window, and Dean waves back, walking to the car and getting in.

"Hey sport. Good day today?" His father asks, but he seems almost nervous. Dean nods suspiciously at him, trying to figure out what's wrong.

"De!" Sam exclaims, taking his attention away from his father.

"Heya Sammy, you learn anything today?" Dean asks.

Sam grins, slowly swiveling his head from his father to his brother and John knows he is doomed even before Sam opens his mouth.

"Fuck."

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