"You're welcome. Now I need you to do my a favor. Can you cut my hair in the morning?"

"Sure thing."

"ALL OF IT!?"

"Yes, all of it. I want it gone. Shave the back, make it nice and neat. Chop all of these locks off my head."

"Are you sure?"

"I am quite sure."

Renee stood behind Dean with a pair of scissors in her hand, contemplating whether or not she really wanted to cut her husband's hair as she loved twirling her fingers in his hair at night. But, if it was what Dean wanted then that is what he wanted.

"Okay."

"I know you'll miss the locks but I just want something new. Plus, you got a nice haircut."

"Oh, so you're trying to copy me?" Renee started snipping away at Dean's hair, becoming a little sad as his locks fell from his head.

"Maybe."

Renee snipped away until all of Dean's luscious locks laid on the floor around her feet. She then grabbed some clippers and cleaned up the back of Dean's head just the way he wanted it and when she felt the look was just right, she finished and let Dean see the final results in the mirror.

"You like it?" Renee asked Dean.

Dean placed his hands on the counter and squinted his eyes a little as Renee grabbed a mirror and placed it behind Dean's head so he could see the back. He smiled then turned and gave Renee a big kiss.

"I don't like it. I love it." He picked Renee up effortlessly and sat her on the counter. "And you know what else I'd love to do?"

"Hmm, sweep your hair up?" Renee said as Dean attacked her with kisses on her neck.

"Mm…I'd like to do that after some fun time." Dean gently pulled down on Renee's nightgown to reveal one of her breasts and smirked as he planted a kiss on her lips.

"I would love some fun time too but…" Renee kissed Dean's cheek. "You have to sweep your hair up first."

"Welp." Dean placed the strap of Renee's nightgown back on her shoulder and sat her back down on her feet then proceeded to pick up his hair with his bare hands and threw it in the trash.

"Now, I had a little broom over there you could've used to sweep up your hair."

"But I didn't want to use it."

"Of course you didn't."

Before Renee left the bathroom, Dean had to ask her one more question that was burning him up on the inside. Despite Renee apologizing for how she behaved towards him when he told her he wanted to start his own business, Dean still needed to know if he would have his own wife's support in his endeavor.

"Hey, Renee. You still think it's a good idea for me to open my shop?"

Renee walked up to him and cupped Dean's face in her hands.

"Don't let anyone stop you from following your heart. That includes me. I should've supported you from the start as I know you always have my back no matter what. Just remember: I better be your first customer and you better let me get the best damn discounts, too."

Dean hugged Renee tightly and kissed the top of her head.

"Of course you will. I appreciate the kind words, Renee. I really do and that means a lot of me."

"I just want you to be happy and successful and I know you can do it."

"I will. Now, come in here with me."

"Dean, don't you drag me in the shower!"

Dean opened the shower door and turned the water on all while not letting Renee go.

"Just a second," he smirked.

Renee couldn't help but laugh when Dean tickled her, catching her off guard, and placed her in the shower. Dean closed the door behind him only to realize that he didn't take off his boxers.

"Oh, shit," he said.

"Dean!" Renee shrieked.

"Oops?" Dean said with a shrug.

"OOPS!?"

"Just let me help you take it off…" Dean was trying not to laugh as he helped Renee out of her nightgown.

Renee slipped out of her gown and panties and decided to go ahead and shower since she was already drenched.

"I'm going to kick your ass!"

"I know you are." Dean slipped out of his boxers then tossed them and Renee's nightgown and panties out of the shower. When she turned around, Renee threw a wet towel in his face then give Dean a big grin. "Oh, so you want to play, eh?"

"Of course I do!"

"Just ten minutes."

"Round two it is."


Moe had visited the location of Dean's shop and was impressed by how spacious and clean it was. Dean had finally let others see what he was working on when he felt comfortable enough to do so.

"You know, you have to let me help you out. Not saying you can't do it, but I really would love to help."

"You know you can always help. You and Pam have always been helpful over the years and for that I am eternally grateful."

"That's why I'm here. I see Renee has relented in regards to you opening this shop."

"She was just angry at first because I decided to open up my own business. I've had hands on experience for years in the construction business and as much as that job paid well, I wanted to try something new, you know? Plus, I still have my job down at the docks. Renee just…at times she can be a bit much. And I know I can, too. But she's apologized to me last night about how she acted and she told me that she supports my decision."

"That's good and I'm glad to hear that."

"It's a good feeling to stand here and see how far my hard work has gotten me." Dean looked at the blank white wall in front of him, envisioning what exactly would he put up there for his customers to see. "I see my future ahead of me."

Moe stood next to him and looked at the wall as well.

"I feel like you're envisioning your nun chucks here."

"Maybe I could sell those on the side?"

"Man, forget it. Help me finish moving your office stuff in here."

"But it's true. Why not sell some nun chucks?"

"Hmph! You would suggest that!" Moe stepped outside to bring in the last of Dean's things. "Help me get these chairs, nun chuck."

Dean stepped outside and grabbed a chair.

"I'm telling you, the nun chucks would be great. Or maybe for a decoration?"

"Remember that time you got a bit too drunk one and you were messing around with your nun chucks? You accidentally hit yourself in the head, not too hard, but hard enough to make fall to the ground. Right in the middle of your living room and I spent the night at the hospital with you along with Renee."

"Oh, I do remember that. Renee yelled at me about those nun chucks when my concussion finally went away."

"Just mess with the nun chucks when you're not working, okay? Because I'm going to kick your ass the next time you knock yourself out."

"I'll be sure to let you know beforehand if I will."

"Oh, just move the chair inside of the building, will you!?"


In the morning, Dean felt someone crawling behind him, kicking him in his lower back multiple times which caused him to stir out of his sleep to see what the hell was going on. As soon as he turned to see who it was, there was D.J. staring right at him with wide blue eyes as if he had seen a ghost. If D.J. was in the room it was because of a few things: he had a nightmare, he was hungry and didn't feel like making a bowl of cereal and insisted someone do it for him for whatever reason, he found a bug in his room and automatically thought he'd be consumed by it, or he just felt like lying between his parents. It was a few of those things today.

"My, my, my," Dean said quietly so he wouldn't wake Renee. He was shocked she wasn't awake to feel D.J. crawling in bed but there were times she knew he was and yet didn't say anything to mess with him. "You snuck in."

"I did."

"For?"

"For what?"

"Why did you sneak in here?"

"Because."

"Because?"

"I can." D.J. said those words in the most clearest and nonchalant tone Dean had ever heard. He began to wonder if that was really his son lying next to him.

"You snuck in here because you can?"

"Y-y-es. Yes, I can."

"Don't you think you'll wake Mommy up?"

D.J. slid over to Renee to tap her on her exposed shoulder peeking out from under the covers.

"She's not awake," he replied when she didn't stir out of her sleep. He gently poked her on her nose but she didn't respond to that either which lead to D.J. scooting back next to Dean. "T-told you."

"Okay. You hungry? Bug in your room? Had a nightmare? Just feel like lying in bed with us?"

"Hungry, yes but I'll eat cereal in a minute. I just w-w-want to lie in bed with you guys." D.J. let out a big yawn and snuggled up next to his papa.

"What type of cereal would you like to eat?" Dean asked D.J.

"The cereal with that little m-man in the green suit with the r-r-rainbows and marshmallows."

"You mean the Lucky Charms cereal?"

"Yes. And what that's d-drink you drink in the morning with the extra milk and sugar?"

"Coffee. And I put in extra coffee creamer that looks like regular milk."

"L-let me have s-some."

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

"Just one little cup?"

"Okay, fine. Just one little cup."

One hour later:

And that one little cup was all D.J. needed to become super hyper and run around the house in a frenzy within an hour. Dean was about to go crazy as he ran behind D.J. and finally managed to retrain his son by finally getting him to take a nap for a while. Renee had came in with the baby to feed her and saw Dean, looking agitated himself, on the couch with D.J. laid across his lap fast asleep.

"What happened?" Renee asked as she sat Daisy in her high chair.

Dean shook his head quickly.

"Just another day in the Ambrose household is all. Just another day."