A/N: okay. I know you guys are going to beat me blue for not updating Becca Winchester and I just updated this one last night. Im really shou;dn't be updatinganythinguntil the end ofthe week b/c I have to get a lot done this week.But I heard this song and was SO inspired to write this that I actually laughed out loud and my friends looked at me. Anyway I ran to my computer and wrote this in about ten minutes tops (so pardon and spelling errors please). I hope you like it!

Dean-13

Sam-9

Becca-4

Dean Winchester loved his music. There was no doubt about that. Sabbath, AC/DC, Foreigner, Motorhead, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Def Leppard, Metallica and of course Led Zeppelin. He always had something playing in the car his father'd recently given him. As he drove his brother and sister back home from school, he listened to his latest acquired cosset tape. Some band called "Silverchair." A girl he'd hooked up with outside of a bar accidently left it in his car. He wasn't a fan of the whole album, but there were a few songs he loved to play over and over. And he did (Sam and Becca could vouge for that).

As he played one of the songs called "Learn to hate" Dean sang along softly because Becca had fallen asleep. "Take the time to learn to hate, come and join the mass debate." He sang. Sam who sat in the passenger seat burst out into a fit of laughter. "Come on Sammy. My singing isn't that bad is it?"

"Its not your singing." He laughed.

"Then what is it?" Dean asked.

"I've never really listened to the words of the song." Sam explained.

"So?"

"SO...That guy just say 'come and join me masturbate'." Sam said

Dean sighed. "No he didn't... moron. He said MASS DEBATE. You know for a smart kid you're pretty dumb." Sam pouted. He didn't like it when he was wrong.

That night the Winchester's ate dinner at the kitchen table. Usually the kids ate in the living room or sometimes Sam would do homework and eat in his room. But this was the first night in almost two weeks that John was home for dinner, so he wanted to eat as a family. Everything was fine until-

"Papa? What's master bate mean?" The table was still as the three men turned to Becca.

"Excuse me?" John said.

"Master bate? What does it mean?"

Dean couldn't hold back a quick choking noise. John sighed. "Becca did you hear that at school? Jeez how do kids your age learn this type of stuff?"

"I didn't hear it at school. Dean and Sammy were talkin' about it." Becca explained.

John gave his son's a look. "They were, huh?"

"We were- it was- she was sleeping- and the song didn't say it but he thought..." Both boys gave excuses and reasons at a rapid pace.

"I've already asked you both numerous times to watch what you say around your little sister." John said. "You know better."

"Yes sir." the brothers said.

"Why are you mad Papa? Is it a naughty word?" The more time past without her knowing the more curious the little girl became.

"Yes. No... Well." John sighed. " It's kind of like a bad word. I mean not really a bad word, but it's bad to say it. I don't want you saying it." John sighed. "You'll understand later." He thought about the implications of his statement. "I mean you'll figure it out on your own- I mean... just eat your dinner honey."

"I don't understand." She shrugged. "Can't you just tell me what it means. I promise I wont say it. Please Pa."

"Um..." John looked to his sons for help, but their eyes were glued to their plates. "Look Becca. It's an adult word for...uh... making yourself feel happy."

"Oh." she said and continued with her meal.

"Thank God that's over." John thought. "But it looks like I'm gonna have to have another talk with those boys."