Bobby exclaimed, "Boy, why the hell are you prancing around in your shorts?"

Dean was just trying to go about his usual morning eating his pudding cup, and Bobby thought he was prancing! He might be standing in just grey boxer shorts and nothing else, but that did not mean he was prancing. Dean said, "You try running constantly on a 42.2 degree Celsius temperature and see how you feel! My chest is literally glowing!"

"Well I'll just go cry my tender little heart out while I start planning your pity party. You going to be bitchin the whole time I'm here or what?"

Bobby was going with John to school for grandparents day. Not having grandparents the boys had never done that, so after the very mention of it Bobby jumped at the idea. Cas yawned when he walked into the kitchen, "Good morning, Bobby."

Danny wrapped his arms around Bobby's leg, "Hi Grandpa! Are you gonna play with me today?"

Bobby patted Danny's black curls, "I'd love to, Buddy but I've got to go to school with Johnny. Where is the little guy anyway?"

Johnny yelled from the living room, "Help! Uncle Sam and Gabe are being mushy again!"

Bobby hadn't much to comment on the matter other of Sam and Gabe's relationship than a new suspicion that there was some sort of Winchester charm that only worked on angels. That didn't mean he wouldn't swear like a sailor when he caught the two spit swapping in public areas, "You damn idjits break it up!"

Gabriel grinned, "Come on Gramps don't be rude; just showing a little love to my Sammy Whammy."

John grumbled, "Well don't do It in the living room!"

Sam blushed slightly as he gently pushed Gabriel away, "Sorry, won't happen again."

"Oh it'll probably happen again and under much more awkward circumstances. Don't underestimate a trickster!"

Bobby checked his watch, "We need to get going to school so say you're goodbyes."

Dean rubbed the back of his neck, "Are you sure you don't want me driving you to school?"

Gabriel cooed, "Aww, Daddy-kins has always driven his little boy to school and now he's nervous to let someone else do it; how adorable!"

Dean ignored Gabriel's taunting as he got on one knee to talk to John face to face. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little satisfied when Sam was glaring daggers at his angel. Bastard deserved it. Dean said, "Johnny, um I'm not going to be waiting out in the parking lot for you just this one time. Bobby's going to take you to school and spend the day with you. You'll ride with him in his truck. I'll be here when you get back. Have fun."

Gabriel groaned, "He'll be fine without you, Papa bear."

John hugged Dean's neck, "It's okay Dad, I'll be okay."

Although Danny had to be pulled off Bobby's leg they were actually able to get on their way to school. Bobby's old beat up truck was just out of the driveway when rain started to come down. Bobby grumbled, "Balls, I just knew it was going to rain today. I could feel it in my joints."

John shrugged, "The weatherman said it was going to be sunny all week."

"The weatherman don't know squat."

"I'm sure your joints know everything than."

Bobby rolled his eyes, "You picking up a thing or two from your daddy?"

John grinned like a little devil. It was good to see the kid start opening up more. He was much more laidback than he had been when they first met, and he actually acted like a kid. When Dean would call Bobby and go on and on about his boys he found it hard to believe at first, but he was glad. Johnny was a good kid, and seeing him happy made Dean happy.

Johnny was busy watching the rain. He loved the smell of damp soil that filtered through the air, and he loved how the clouds would cover the sky like a protective blanket. He liked watching the rain drops race down the window and silently root for his favorite one to reach the bottom first.

His rain drop race was interrupted by a familiar figure. His mind wasn't playing tricks this time. It was that man again! The short guy in the fancy suit and receding black hair wasn't a figment of his imagination. What was the guy doing standing out in the rain. The truck whizzed past him and the man didn't seem fazed at all. John thought he had seen the man smile, but he wasn't sure. Maybe the man lived around the neighborhood? John hadn't seen him other than after his first day at school. It was odd and the man gave him the creeps, but he probably just lived close by; that was the most logical explanation.

Bobby Singer knew better than to bring a flask into an elementary school, but that didn't mean he didn't want one. The vast number of Rugrats running around on sugar highs was bad enough without having to be civil with elderly men and women he could care less about. He wasn't actually a grandfather and one of the youngest there, so he couldn't really relate to any of the cheerful old coots. He wasn't looking for any lady friends either, but that didn't seem to deter the ladies interest. John showed him his classes and his work, he told a bit about Bobby to the class, they ate lunch together and overall Bobby actually enjoyed spending some time with him.

The ground was still damp from the morning rain, but the teachers let the kids run wild anyway. When recess came Bobby was content to sit on a bench and watch as his grandson horsed around with his little friends. The one with thick eyebrows was full of energy and cheerful, the mousey blonde was polite, but the girl was a hellion in a tutu. He didn't really care so much as long as Johnny didn't pull away from everyone like Dean had as a kid. Friends weren't a bad thing to have. Rufus was a pain in his ass, but he was still nestled irritability in the friend category.

A thin tanned old man with Einstein greyish black hair lowered himself onto the bench next to Bobby. His black eyes were almost completely shadowed by his heavy eyelids as he looked Bobby over. Bobby tried to avoid his gaze by keeping his hid under his cap. The man grinned underneath his scruffy horseshoe mustache, "Name's Tom Harper. What's yours, son?"

"Bobby Singer."

Tom held out a dark colored water bottle, "Want a sip, Singer?"

He laughed at Bobby's apprehensive expression, "It ain't prune juice if that's what you're thinking. A little Jack Daniels every now and again is what's keeping my old bones running."

Bobby shook his head, "Nah, I'll be fine without it. Thanks anyway."

Tom shrugged and shot back a little for himself. As he wiped his mouth he asked, "Now tell me son, where'd you fight?"

Bobby raised a brow. What was the guy getting at?

Tom just chuckled, "You've got the look in your eye of a man whose seen some things. I know a soldier when I see one. I was in Vietnam myself. May not look like much now, but I used to be a cock-eyed young soldier back then. You look like you're still there, son."

Bobby tipped his hat up to the geezer. He thought what the hell, and he started to talk.

Johnny saw that Bobby was busy having a conversation with some guy. It was rude to interrupt, so he decided to play on the slides for a bit. Luis had gotten dragged away by his abuela as she scolded him in rapid Spanish for kicking dirt in some kid's face. To be fair the kid had pulled Eli's hair first. Eli's grandfather was one of those rough and tough guys so Eli was trying his hardest to keep from crying. He went down it once, stopping just before he got his pants wet in the puddle at the bottom. Not his best idea; the swings were a dryer option.

John actually had a small desire for someone to push him. There was no way in hell he'd ever ask, he was eight not four, but he didn't really want to have to push himself. He unenthusiastically swayed back and forth. His sneakers dug aimlessly into the gravel rocks. John was surprised when he felt warm hands touch his back and give him a gentle push. He looked back, expecting to see Bobby, but he actually didn't recognize the man. The man was a little more scruffy then Cas, with slightly curly hair, and dressed in white.

The guy didn't didn't scream pedophile, that was good, but he did had a weird aura about him. It wasn't a bad aura, but it felt odd. It was almost comforting, warm, tranquil, and John had no idea who the hell the dude was. John considered telling the man to fuck off, but he did have someone to push him. He didn't sense any danger either, and what would the guy do in the middle of day at a crowded playground. Maybe he was someone else's granddad, although he seemed a little young; younger than Bobby even.

John said, "Not that I mind you helping me out here, buddy, but I have no idea who you are."

The man chuckled, "Chuck. You can call me Chuck."

"Okay Chuck, so do you like Spiderman."

John figured if Bobby, the grumpy hermit hunter, was going to be sociable he might as well try his hand at it.

Chuck kind of reminded him of Michael. He had this look in his eye that said mighty but felt cherished. At least the guy knew who Deadpool was. If he hadn't there would have been a serious problem.

"Alright, Alfie so now that you're going to be down here with the mud monkeys, I mean humans, like us there are some things you should know. You're young so I'll understand if you don't get it right way."

Samandriel held onto the pole for his dear life, "Brother, I do not understand how a recreational activity where you travel on smooth surfaces on quad wheels attached to shoes will be beneficial in my living amongst humans."

Balthazar rolled his eyes, "It's called roller skating I already told you this; don't over analyze it. Now we are doing this firstly so you and I can do some bonding. I haven't seen you in a while, so why not offer my vast knowledge to a young angel in need. You just might need to know how to skate if you want to take any lads or ladies out on a date."

Samandriel almost fell when he tried to release the pole from his grasp. He sighed, "I am indifferent to gaining the attraction of anyone. Making some friends would be pleasant, but if it requires of me to wear these awful contraptions on my feet."

"You just have to get your balance. You're an angel aren't you?"

"I may be an angel, but these wheel shoes are impossible. I am sure I will injure myself."

Balthazar held out his arms, "I can't believe I'm doing this, but you can hold onto my arms until you get the hang of it. Now get your arse out onto the rink!"

Samandriel tilted his head, "Please explain the definition of arse."

Balthazar resisted the urge to smack himself, "Get your bloody bottom out onto the rink!"

Samandriel tried his hardest to peer at his backside, "Am I injured, brother? It would troublesome if I were to sit while injured in that area."

Balthazar was done. No more Mr. Nice Angel. First Michael, then Castiel, and now this joker; it'd be funny if he was just being a little shit, but not Alfie was serious. Balthazar grabbed Samandriel and shoved him onto the rink. He stayed on his feet as he quickly glided across the floor. Samandriel grinned, "Balthazar, I believe I have gained my balance. Now how might I stop?"

Heaven's most adorable angel was headed top speed at a group of Kindergarteners.

Shit.

Balthazar turned his back. He heard the crash, crying, and the voices of angry adults. He didn't know that weird blonde kid. Samandriel who? He slowly took of his skates before running off to turn them in. He was never at the rink. He'd never been to a roller rink ever. He knew no one by the same of Samandriel. Kid's first lesson in life with humans: don't be embarrassing or face the consequences yourself. Balthazar was not going to go back there and bail him out. He wasn't, no sir.

The image of Alfie's distraught ashamed little face and quivering white wings flashed in his wings. He turned away from his Mercedes and started back for the roller rink. It wasn't because he was some caring softie. He just didn't want to be scolded by Michael later. Yeah, that was it. That was a good excuse.

I'm updating! It's been like 7 weeks damn...Finals kicked my ass, but hell I actually did okay,even though I have never got above average in any type of math class since second grade or so. This chapter was also a bit of a bitch too. I just couldn't get in the groove with all my finale feels. I might do an AU that goes off the finale if any of you are interested. All of you guys are awesome for just reading the Winchester bond and favs, follows, and reviews are just...you guys are awesome. I'm a little sad there are only a few more chapters left. I hope you'll check out the sequel and spinoff (which may come first) once this is all for reading.