A/N: I want to thank the lovely and talented Kamidiox for creating the art I'm currently using for my thumbnail image. She drew my Evy with her brothers, and I couldn't be happier!

1992

August 29

It's not often I think I made the right decision. But I know I made at least one now.

We found a house. It's not a big one, but just the right size for us. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a good sized kitchen, a living room, and a room I think was used for a storage closet. It's tiny, but in an attempt to do something for Dean, Missy offered to turn it into a room of his own. I was never so proud of Dean as I was when he answered her.

"I appreciate it, but I'd rather stay in the room with Sam."

Dean seems to be warming up to Missy more. He smiles and laughs around her more than I've ever seen him do before. He even gave me a hug yesterday. Not that we don't hug, but it's not often he gives me one when I'm not late home from a hunt, or feeling bad, or something else along those lines. None of that was going on.

The boys are still on summer vacation, so school hasn't started yet. With a little prodding from Missy, I offered to take Dean on an overnight trip somewhere, anywhere he wanted to go, and I swear you would've thought I'd told the boy he won the lottery. He asked if he could give me an answer before he went to bed, and he asked if we could check out the classic car place that just opened up in town. I promised him that, after training in the morning, we'd go, and I don't think I've ever seen the kid so happy.

September 3

Missy and I had it out again today.

Dean and I never made it to that classic car place. I got a call that night after Dean was in bed about a hunt. Of course, Dean jumped at the chance to hunt with me, but I could tell it bothered him not to go. I tried to convince Missy I had every intention of going with Dean, we'd just have to go a little later. She let it go easy enough, but not without reminding me that Dean does everything I ever ask him to, and the least I could do is spend a couple hours with him doing what he wanted.

One good thing came out of this hunt. Sammy did something today I haven't seen him do in years. As soon as the Impala turned into the driveway, before I even opened the driver's door, I heard him shout 'Daddy!' and saw him come running out to meet me. He's a bit big for me to pick up now, but he didn't want to let me go. He chattered all the way into the house and the kitchen about what he and Missy had been up to while me and Dean were gone.

It's Tuesday, and Sam starts school on Thursday. Missy came up with the idea to homeschool Dean, and I actually think it's pretty brilliant. It'll make it a thousand times easier to explain that Dean's homeschooled because he has a hard time in public school than it will be to explain why he leaves for sudden long absences. He and I had a long talk today about it. I told him that, while homeschooling might be easier to deal with than public school, I expected him to give 200% effort to it and not slack off. And I told him that, with Missy being a former teacher, she would be able to tell if he wasn't trying, and if she told me he wasn't giving his all, he would be banned from hunting. Dean promised me he'd give it his best, and he was almost as excited as Sammy was when we told him he could stay home with Missy.

It feels good to have two happy kids. I don't think that feeling'll ever get old.

I guess I better go to bed. I've got a promise to keep to Dean tomorrow.