"Uncle Sammy, what's a bosom?"

Sam threw a pack of pencils into the shopping basket, "Why do you ask?"

Danny shrugged, "Uncle Mikey said it, and I don't know what it's."

Michael dropped clearance Valentine's candy into the basket along with Gabriel's armful, "If my knowledge is correct I believe it's a term for the expanse of the chest area."

Dean laughed, "I thought it was a fancy name for a chick's rack! You like boobs huh, Mikey?"

Michael's scrutinizing gaze fell on Castiel's chest, "It would appear that you do not."

Balthazar almost spat out his mocha cappuccino. Castiel patted his chest, "My vessel is male thus is doesn't possess breast. I apologize if that's unpleasing."

Dean wrapped an arm around Cas' waist, "I like you much more than boobs. It wasn't at all unpleasing last night, so don't worry about it."

John groaned, "Shut the hell up, Dad. What the fuck else do I need damn it."

After looking into the schools in the area they had decided on Northeast Elementary. It had a nine rating, it was 4.7 miles away from the house, it had a High Ability learning program, and it was in a nice neighborhood. Registering had been annoying but with some forged documents, thanks to Grandpa Bobby, John was now an official person in the eyes of the American Government. He now actually had a birth certificate that said John Robert Winchester. Sam was thought All Saints Catholic School was a good choice, but Dean didn't want that to bring up any bad memories. He had told Sam that Johnny had had a bad past, but he didn't go into detail. He just put it off as wanting Johnny to enjoy the normal wonders of the public educational system like everyone else.

Sam said, "We've got pencils, colored pencils, a black and white composition notebook, crayons, glue stick, pocket folders, ruler, school supply box, handwriting paper, markers, and safety scissors. You just have pick out some school clothes. We can get that one Spiderman lunchbox and backpack set you were looking at too."

John demanded, "Why the hell do I need safety scissors? I can use a fucking machete I don't need god damn safety scissors. I'm not going to that fucking school."

Dean scolded, "John, will you quit saying fucking already. We've already been over this."

John sat down on the aisle floor, "I don't wanna FUCKING go!"

The angel brigade hightailed it out of there dragging Sammy, the basket with Danny, and Cas with them. Daddy Dean would have to handle his son on his own. They'd go off to safety in search of a Spiderman lunch box. Dean kneeled down next to John and sighed, "Johnny, school will be fun. There will be other kids there and you'll get to learn a whole bunch of new stuff. The first day will be a little scary. I was scared when I first went to school. I didn't want to have to leave Sammy alone, but my dad didn't let anything happen to him.

You'll only be there for a couple months before it gets out for summer break, so you can at least try it out. You might like it. If you're worried that once I drop you off I won't come back, don't. You can bet, rain or shine come hell or high water, I'll be waiting outside everyday next to the Impala; Monday through Friday at 3pm no matter what."

John asked tentatively, "You promise"

Dean held up his right hand, "Swear it on Baby, my favorite gun, and pie."

John smiled, "I guess I could give it a try."

Dean ruffled his hair, "Atta boy. Now do you want to pick out your clothes?"

"What's wrong with my regular clothes?"

"You need new clothes for school. We've got the money so it's no problem. You've got to look cool for your first day!"

Dean came to the realization that perhaps his and Sam's fashion sense had somehow rubbed off on John. Dean had never really been in the kid's clothes aisle before; he hadn't needed too. He and Sam had a thing for Goodwill and Military surplus stores. They weren't picky about fashion; rather looking for cheap yet durable, and with Sam's size they usually had limited options. Dean knew most kids liked bright colors, T-shirts with their favorite cartoon characters, tennis shoes and shorts so they could run around and get scraps on their knees. John preferred to choose mostly plain neutral cool colors. Most of the jeans were the like miniature work jeans. He also picked out some plaid shirts, a couple dark over shirts, a hoodie, and some boots. Dean was also pretty sure he had seen him eyeing up a leather jacket from the young men's section.

Dean laughed, "I don't think you'll fit in that just yet. When you're big enough I'll pass mine onto you."

Gabriel peeked out from a clothing rack, "Wearing plaid, wearing leather, combat boots; the Winchester family fashion."

Sam shoved Gabriel back into the rack with one hand, "Balthazar's having trouble getting Michael and Cas away from the game room."

Dean shook his head laughing, "We've got everything so we should head home anyway." He was about to turn to John, when he looked down and realized there was only a pile of clothes in his place. Dean threw it into the basket and looked around. He couldn't see John anywhere. He licked his lips nervously, "Sammy, where'd John go?"

Sam had been trying to keep Gabriel from escaping his polyester prison. He shook his head, "Wasn't he just with you?"

Dean started running through the racks of clothes. John was eight sure and old for his age, but a kid could get lost in a store filled with people. There were a lot of things Dean hadn't ever thought he'd be. Those worried rampant parents who misplaced their kids were another one of these many things. Dean was sure he'd added a few more wrinkles to his face. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw John's blonde little head. He was making faces at a baby sitting in an infant carrier in the basket seat. The baby gurgled and waved its pudgy hands at John. The baby's mother was looking at shirts nearby.

Dean laughed, "Do you like little kids, Johnny?"

John nodded, "I used to play with the little kids in the pews while their parents spoke with the priests. I also really liked taking care of Danny when he was little, so I think I do."

"You scared the hell out of me. Next time tell me before you pull a Houdini like that."

John tilted his head, "Have you been reading parenting books or something? I'm getting an actual responsible adult feel from you. It's odd."

Dean could hear the baby's mother blatantly snickering in the background.


It's really a pain in the ass when you know you have something, but when you look for it you can't find it anywhere. Sam had finally found a permanent marker stashed away in the knife (for cooking) drawer. Dean had wanted to put John's name on all his stuff just in case some bratty kid took it. No one else might have seen Dean with 'Parent's Guide to Sending Your Child Off to School' but Sam had. He had considered telling Gabriel about it, but Dean would surely deny it, burn the book, and maybe even have Cas erase all memories of it.

When Sam arrived back in the living room he wasn't sure if he should squeal or shield his eyes. Dean was sitting on the couch with Cas sitting between his knees on the floor with Danny in his lap. That wasn't the strange thing. The strange thing was that Dean seemed to be grooming Cas materialized wings, as in turn Cas groomed Danny's. It looked like the cutest thing ever, but it came off as a kind of private moment. Sam didn't want to interrupt.

Of course he had no objects to the archangel Gabriel interrupting. In fact Gabriel unfurled his six golden wings and practically jumped of Dean, "Dean-o! How sweet of you to groom Cassie's wings. Do mine next!"

Dean shoved Gabriel off. He made a point to not even brush his hands against Gabe's wings, "No way. You're not my angel."

Gabe wrapped a wing around Sam, "Sammy, your brother is always really mean to me. I shan't stand for it any longer!"

Sam wasn't really listening to Gabe's complaining. He tried, but the words just seemed to go in one ear and out the other. Gabe's wings just looked so bright. They were beautiful and striking in the afternoon sun that shone through the windows. It made his eyes look even brighter. Ally had freaked out over his eyes, and Sam could see why. Gabe kept one set of wings folded close to his back while the others fluttered past his shoulders. They hung slightly limp almost touching the ground. They weren't just one color, but a mix of golds, bronzes, and yellows. Gabe considered Sam a valued friend, practically family, so one touch wouldn't hurt.

Gabriel thrashed his wings around accidently throwing Sam against the wall as soon as Sam's finger's brushed his right wing. He stared at Sam wide eyed and at a loss for words for once. Dean and Cas were slack jawed. Gabriel didn't say a word before he disappeared in the blink of an eye. Danny said, "Bad Uncle Sammy, you scared Uncle Gabey!"

Dean chuckled, "Were you putting the moves on Gabe?"

Sam blushed. Was that what it had looked like? Was that what Gabe had thought he was doing? Sam didn't want to make Gabe uncomfortable. He had just wanted to touch his magnificent wings. Sam mumbled, "I wasn't. I just…thought it'd be okay to touch them…I didn't mean to scare him."

Castiel said, "It is alright Sam. Gabriel was only slightly startled. I do not think his wings have ever been touched by human hands."

Sam felt horrible. No human had ever touched Gabriel's wings, and the one human who did was the boy with the demon blood. Gabe must've reacted that way because even though Gabe was Sam's friend his grace knew better. He wanted to apologize, but he didn't think he could face him. Sam tossed Dean the sharpie. He trudged upstairs to his room with his head hung. He should have kept his hands to himself.

Castiel pulled his wings from the material plain and stood up, "Sam is now upset because he believes he has upset Gabriel."

Dean sighed, "Sam's overthinking it, and Gabe always jumps back easily. They'll be buddies again before you know it."

Dean nearly lost his balance when he stood up. He was suddenly overcome with dizziness. Dean stumbled, but Cas supported his weight before he could fall over. He felt a little nauseous, but he didn't taste his lunch coming back up. Danny held onto Dean's legs with his wings wrapping around, "Papa, you o'tay?"

Cas sat Dean down back on the couch, "Dean, are you alright?"

Dean took a few deep breaths. When the room stopped spinning he nodded, "Just got a little dizzy. I'm good now."

"Have you eaten enough today, are you hydrated, do you feel any other symptoms that might be associated with the flu or pneumonia or an ear infection? Let me check your blood pressure."

Dean waved Cas away and got back up, "Cas, you don't baby me. I'm a grown man and I feel fine now. It was just a little dizzy spell nothing to worry about."

Castiel picked up Danny, "I always worry about you."

Dean kissed Cas' cheek, "I know, Babe. I appreciate it, but you don't have to get too worked up over something that's nothing."

Johnny came sprinting out of the basement. He yelled, "Dad, I beat Balthazar at billiards! I beat Michael too but Mikey never played before, so that doesn't count."

Balthazar grumbled, "The twerp only got by on luck. I'd think Gabe was pulling something if he was actually here."

Dean asked, "So Gabriel really left the house. He must be more spooked than we thought."

"Yeah, I felt his grace move out of the area. What happened?"

Dean said, "Sammy and Gabe just had a little squabble."

Dean handed John the permanent marker, "You can write your name right? Make sure to write your name neatly, so it can be read in case it gets lost."

John rolled his eyes, "Of course I can write my name, dumbass. I can write in three languages. English is a breeze compared to Latin."

Dean laughed, "You're gonna give those teachers a run for their money, and what I say about language. They won't stand for that at school."

John asked, "Can I bring my knife to school?"

"I already checked the handbook…that's a no."

"Oh come on!"


John's backpack was all packed, his clothes were picked out, and Dean had set his alarm clock. Gabe had come home, but he hadn't really caused as much chaos as usual. Sam kept sulking up in his room. John had to go to bed early so he'd be well rested for school. It had taken more time to wrestle him into his pajamas and tuck him in, but Dean had got it done. John had resolved there was no way he'd get out of going to school, but he still was unsure about it. It was new, scary, and he wasn't allowed to have his knife as a comfort.

John asked, "How about a gun? Can I bring a gun? I won't let any of the other kids see it."

Dean pulled Danny's quilt back over his sleeping child. Danny was a restless sleeper. He said, "Sorry Little Man, no guns either; you can't even have a frickin' laser pointer."

John groaned, "So you're sending me up a creek without a paddle? That's cruel."

"You'll be perfectly safe, and we'll make sure everything's good here. You just have to worry about learning and all that stuff. Meet other little kids and just have fun."

"What if I don't make any friends?" John asked, "What if I don't have fun, and what if none of the kids like me?"

Dean kissed John's forehead, "You're a great kid. You'll at least meet someone there who isn't too much of a douchenozzle. Go to sleep and tomorrow you'll start your first day of school."

"Can't Michael teach me?"

"It'll be fine. Goodnight, Johnny."

John rolled onto his side, "Night, Dad."

Dean had made school not sound that bad, but he was still scared. He had always been around other adults whether with Michael or at the Monastery. He hadn't been around other kids. What if they thought he was weird or they were dicks? Sam had already warned him about fighting since Dean had told him if any kid was a dick he had every right to kick ass. Sam warned against it since John could actually injure someone, and he didn't want to be kicked out. He said he would have to be the bigger person and just walk away. He hoped everything would go well but he didn't think he could do what his dad had asked of him.

There was no way in hell he'd actually be able to sleep.


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