That awkward moment when you unintentionally forget you're writing a fanfiction, that you already have completely planned out, but you are just too lazy to actually write. But at the same time, you WANT to write it; you just don't have the ability to do so. You know everything that will happen, all the heart-breaks, the feels, the funnies, everything; just no motivation. Sigh. Alright, here's the next chapter; Enjoy!

Chapter 10 - Family Feud

Uncle Sam, where are my dads?" He asked, looking up at the tall man. Sam looked down at him, raising an eyebrow, his mouth slightly agape. Last time Sam had saw them… Or rather, heard them, they were… He cleared his throat slightly, with a little twitch of his head, and looked at Anthony.

"They're uh… Playing." He said, internally cringing at his choice of words. Anthony tilted his head.

"Playing? Can I play with them too?" He said, excited. Sam cringed again. He mentally cursed himself.

"No, you can't play."

"Do you know what game they're playing?"

"Y-Yes…."

"Can we play it together?"

Sam straightened up immediately, and turned awkwardly, looking at the street. They were in front of a gas station, Anthony with some ice cream in his hand. Sam looked around, and cleared his throat awkwardly once more, before looking at Anthony, and shaking his head.

"No, Anthony… No we cannot." He responded, looking back up, and watched the cars drive by.

"Oh, darn." He mumbled, frowning. "Oh well. Uncle Sam, when're we going home?" He asked, looking back at Sam. Sam looked down at him.

"Soon, Anthony. In an hour, okay?"

"Okay! I'm hungry though." He mumbled, as he finished his ice cream. Sam frowned, looking at him.

"How hungry?" He asked, worried a little bit about his nephew.

"Hmm. I'm not sure." He mumbled. "I mean, I could go the day without food. I don't want to, but I definitely could." He said, glancing at Sam. Sam nodded his head slightly, sighing.

"Good, good. Alright, come on." He held his hand out to Anthony, who took it. Together, they made their way down the street.

"Yay! We're going home!" Anthony exclaimed, as he remembered the path they took.

Sam nodded his head. "Yeah, we are."

Once they had arrived at the motel, Anthony waited for Sam. He looked at his uncle, confused as to why he had his ear against the door. Sam stayed silent for a few moments, much to Anthony's annoyance, but then straightened up, and stuck his key into the lock. He cleared his throat, as he unlocked the door, and pushed it open. Anthony waited outside, stomping his feet, signaling his impatience. Sam looked inside, and saw Dean and Cas; their clothes were on the ground, and they were snuggled under the blankets. Sam frowned. It was evident he would have to let Anthony in, or else he would get more impatient. Sighing, he opened the door more, allowing his nephew to run in.

"DADDIES!" He yelled, as he raced in. Sam quickly grabbed the hood of his jacket, effectively stopping him. Anthony squealed in response, stumbling back slightly. Sam had to drop to his knees to make sure he didn't fall backwards fully.

"Okay, okay. We're good, okay. Relax." He muttered. Anthony straightened up, and took off his jacket, giving it to Sam. Sam sighed, and put it on his chair. He closed the door next, and stood up. Dean and Cas were still sound asleep. Same face palmed mentally. "Looks like they're sleeping. Do you want to sleep too?" He asked Anthony.

Anthony paused, before nodding his head. "Yes, please." He said, politely. Sam snickered slightly, before picking him up in his arms. Walking past the table that was located next to the door, he walked through the divider wall in the room. Past that, there were two beds, and one mattress on the ground, between the two beds. He put Anthony in the other bed, and waited for him to take off his pants, and shirt. Afterwards, Sam gave him his pajamas; sky blue shorts, and a matching top, with a tiny fox on it. Anthony sure loved foxes. Anthony put the garments on quickly, and crawled under his blankets. Sam smiled, and patted his head, kissing his forehead. Anthony looked up at Sam. "Good night, Uncle Sam." He said, turning over and falling asleep. Sam looked down at Anthony.

"Night, buddy…" He muttered, as he himself removed his jacket. Setting it onto the kitchen table, he rid himself of his pants, shoes, socks, and shirt, remaining in his briefs. He put said garments into a bin, placing them on his table. Then, he grabbed Anthony's close, and… Cas' and Dean's, and placed them into the bin as well. He made his way back over, about to sleep, before rustling stopped him. Dean tossed and turned slightly, before waking up. He sat up, and looked at Sam.

"Oh, hey!" He said, smiling. He had a sleepy voice, and rubbed his eyes.

Sam looked at him. "Dean, what the Hell?" He questioned.

Dean frowned. "What?" He asked, holding up his hand in emphasis of his confusion.

"You… You had sex with Castiel? And you didn't even bother cleaning up." He hissed out.

Dean frowned. "Well come on, Sam; that's not fair. You used to never complain about it." He said.

"Yeah, used to; but not now. Dean, if you can't remember, we have a kid who sleeps in the same room as us!" He said, pointing to Anthony. Dean followed the finger, and saw his son, eyes widening, as he looked back at Sam.

"So… Poor timing, come on!"

"Yes, poor timing. At least TRY. This is the third time this year!"

"Look, Sam come on; Castiel's almost never here, it's not fair."

"Obviously it won't be fair. Come on Dean, what do you expect?"

"I… I don't know, okay Sam? Just…"

"Dean, this is ridiculous. You can't even try any more, can you?"

"Oh come on, Sam. That's not fair."

"No, Dean. It's never fair."

"What're you so mad about?"

"What am I mad about? I'm always the one with him. Or Cas. You never take him out yourself. You've only driven him to school, and back. God knows what you do when you're at your bars; probably sleeping with women."

"Hey, you know I'm with Cas."

"So? You have an extremely high libido, Dean. It wouldn't surprise me if you cheated on Cas."

"Sam!"

"Dean!"

The two brothers were nose to nose at this point, Sam having stepped closer to him, next to the bed, and Dean sitting up straight.

Castiel moved slightly, but was still asleep; they were whispering in their argument, attempting not to wake up Anthony or said angel next to Dean. Dean sighed, and looked down. "Look, Sam; I'm sorry, alright? But you can't really blame me for all of this, can you?"

"Yes I can, Dean. It's like you're not even trying anymore. It feels like you aren't. It's like you're just giving up or something, sitting back here, and getting your rocks off every so often. Anthony was sad earlier, because he didn't get to see you. You probably don't even know where he was earlier."

"Sure I do, he was… Uh… At school…"

"Dean it's a Sunday."

"Okay, okay… Um, was he… at… Okay, I give up."

"…He was at his friend's house."

"He has a friend?"

Sam looked at him in disbelief. "Really, Dean?" Dean frowned, and looked off to the side.

"Okay, fine. What do you want me to do?"

"Spend more time with your son. He isn't mine."

Dean sighed, and looked down. "Fine, I'm sorry… And thank you for looking after him." He said, admitting his defeat to his younger brother.

The other Winchester nodded his head, straightening up. "Good." He muttered, as he got into the mattress on the ground. Dean looked down at him, before turning and snuggling Castiel, thinking of what his brother said to him. He was right; he barely spent time with Anthony. Sure, it felt like he did, but all he really did was drink away his money, missing Castiel. It had to stop. He closed his eyes, attempting to drift off to sleep. He would fix it, for sure. He had to. Anthony was his son. He had to do it. For everyone's sake. All of them. In fact, tomorrow, it would be the funnest day Anthony would ever have. Was that even a word? Oh Hell, what did it matter. As long as Anthony would be having fun, it didn't really matter. He nodded his head, and fell asleep.