The smell of lumber filled the solemn home of the Winchester's as they were in the process for additions to accommodate the growing family. In wonders a curious, little boy.

"…Ib got an ouchy—"cried the Hunter's son who was interrupted as he was swept off his feet into the warm embrace of his father's burley arms.

Dean inspected his son twice to check for any wound on his five year old son's body. Nothing.

"Kaleb, what's wrong Buddy?" lapped the hunter – said as quickly as his mad dash towards the boy – with little harshness in his tone. The boy, wide-eyed from his father's sudden demeanor, teard up again and belched "SPLINTER!" as he extended his hand.

Exasperated, the man set Kaleb down. "Here let me take a look." - Quickly, the child shouted "NO!", his hand retreated.

"I told you not to mess with the wood in the living room, Kaleb – Honey." The man said with softness in his, now smooth, voice. Damn kids, Dean monologued to himself, never listen. Not entranced by his father's calming voice, Kaleb, once again, shouted "I want Papa!" Castiel. Dean sighed heavily – yell at a kid once, and they hate you for life. "Okay Honey…" Dean said as he retrieved his son "…we'll go see Papa."

Castiel was in the upstairs study. Well... It wasn't really a study as so much a large closet that had a desk with shelves above it filled with books. He's been working on his lesson plans for the start of school.

– Since the angel's fall, they've been living off of Dean's job at the auto shop and his odd jobs around Lawrence. Naturally, Castiel felt the need to help his lover with their burdens, so Castiel had Bobby fake him college degrees and a teaching certificate. He begins to teach third grade next cycle. He was about to start chronicling his plans for the second semester when he was interrupted by the door bursting open.

"Papa! Ib got a splinter!" and "Kaleb didn't listen, again." were dually announced with the door's opening. Castiel, now facing the pair of 'knuckle-heads' (so deemed social convention), firstly glanced to Kaleb to give his son a reassuring look – then he shot Dean a questioning glance that also held semi-understanding. Dean handed the whimpering boy over to his other father.

"Where at, baby?" chimed the angel very sweetly.

The child exposed to tiny splinter on his right hand. "Oh, boy!" exasperated Castiel "Looks like we might have to perform surgery!" This statement bewildered the young child – with fear in his eyes he once again and again bellowed "NOOOOOOOOOOO! NO! NOO!" – Castiel shushed Kaleb. "It's okay baby. Daddy will remove it." Kaleb, still adamant and hurt by Dean's earlier harshness, omitted that option.

So, Castiel stared Dean down with the best 'concerning parent-face' he could muster – Dean didn't recognize it as a threat, but promptly apologized to Kaleb. "I'm very sorry buddy, will you please forgive me?"

Kaleb mulled it over. If I forgive him, then he'll remobe the splinter. I guesses, I better. ! – Maybe he'll take me out for ice cream. "I-I forgibe you Daddy." – "Can you take it out?!" It only took Dean a quick second to pluck the small piece of wood with his finger nails. "All better…" said Castiel as he placed a loving kiss on Kaleb's hand. Still determined with his previous plan Kaleb complained "Can we go get ice cweem to make for feel better?" Both parents laughed at their adorable son. Their eyes locked – so Dean planted a chaste kiss on the other man's lips. Which was promptly followed with a chorus of: "EWWWWWWWWWWS!" and "GROSS"-es. This caused a roar of laughter to erupt again.

Dean scooped the child up again and announced "Let's go get some Ice Cream." – And it was good.

AN: I made up two words in here — forgive me . - also, child speak.

P.S. When I copy and paste these sometimes it removes the spaces that were near my italics and it looks funky. I tried to find them all.