A/N: I'm back! I know it's a day late, but due to unforseen circumstances, I couldn't update until now. But here it is! They're getting kinda short 'cause the next couple of prompts are making me scrounge for ideas, but at least there's something. Hopefully I'll be able to get the next one up by Wednesday. Until then, enjoy!

This is a post 8x23 fic with a tiny spoiler.

So yeah. Kids. Their names are pretty awesome, if you asked me. ;) I might add more if I think of anything, but I'm super super tired so I'm gonna take a nap now. c:


"Joanna Ellen Winchester, you'd better hurry up or you'll miss the bus!" Dean shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

"All right, all right! I'm coming!" his daughter shouted her reply. A sandy-haired fifteen year-old thundered down the stairs, almost tripping over her own feet when she reached the bottom. She grabbed her backpack from the hook on the wall and slipped on a pair of shoes. Snatching a pancake from the pile that Cas had made, she kissed both her fathers on the cheek and bounded out the door.

"I'm impressed," Cas chuckled. "She's always been quick, but that was a new record."

"Yeah, well now that she's gone, we've got a bit of alone time before Adam wakes up," Dean murmured. He leaned in to kiss Cas and put a few pancakes on a plate for himself.

Before Dean could take a bite, a shrill cry echoed from upstairs.

"Sounds like the little monster has risen," he sighed. "I'll go and get him." Dean put down his plate and went up the stairs to his son's room. Sure enough, he was awake and thrashing around in his crib. Dean started to hum 'Smoke On The Water' in an attempt to soothe the screaming child. It worked, and Adam soon stopped his crying and even giggled a bit when Dean picked him up.

"Hey there, buddy," Dean murmured. "How does breakfast sound?" The hunter carried Adam back downstairs to the kitchen where he promptly prepared a bottle of formula, having handed his son over to Cas.

Dean loved to watch Cas play with Adam. He had a way with kids, and Adam was no exception. Cas could get him to do anything, whereas Dean was better at keeping an eye on Jo. Both children were adopted, but Jo had a strange resemblance to Dean, what with her sandy blonde hair, freckles, and green eyes, and Adam's mop of dark hair that matched Cas' perfectly. They were a happy little family, and they all lived together in the Men of Letters bunker. Sam stayed with them, and the trio continued hunting alongside their parental duties. After the whole "closing the Gates of Hell" business, Dean and Cas had finally declared their feelings for one another, and they officially became a couple.

But that was years ago. That was before the wedding, before the grueling adoption process, and even before Dean and Cas became parents. Jo had been in their lives for fourteen years and they had enjoyed every second. Adam had joined them not six months ago, but he was already making himself at home. They were doing okay.

"Alright buddy; breakfast time," Dean smiled as Adam reached for the bottle in his hand. Cas took it and began to feed the squirmy little child, careful not to let him have too much too quickly.

"He's getting so big," Cas commented.

"Yeah, he's growing like a weed," his husband said. Dean kissed Cas again, this time much more slowly. It was deeper and possessed more feeling than the first, expressing thoughts and emotions that words could not describe. Afterwards, they gazed into each other's eyes, exchanging silent conversations as Adam drank from his bottle, oblivious to the fact that his fathers were having what Sam would call a "moment."

Life was good.


So I said I was gonna update on Wednesday...

...That worked out great.

I'm trying to come up with ideas, but it's taking a while. Inspiration will hit me at the weirdest moments. Sadly, those moments have yet to occur.

I'm super super super sorry for keeping you guys waiting. This 'challenge' is certainly living up to its name.