The first day of kindergarten. For many kids, it was an exciting, but nerve-wracking time as they adjusted to new friends, and a whole new learning setting. Some handled the change better than others, and some were understandably nervous about being away from home.

For Dean, he still had those normal fears running through his veins, but his fears were also, strangely unique, as he studied the tenseness of his guardians, and how they were reacting to the upcoming school year.

He could sense that Caleb and Jim were uneasy about him going to school, but for the most part they tried to keep him out of their arguments about it, and to themselves.

"What if something happens?" Caleb demanded. "A demon already broke into the house, almost got Sam."

"But we can't keep them from having normal experiences when they can," Jim pointed out. "We're moving, we're throwing any trail the demon has on us, out the window."

"It's still dangerous," Caleb said. "They could still target Dean, or any class full of kids, because they're vulnerable, they won't know what we know."

It seemed like a reckless decision. And Caleb could not contain the flashback he had to the last disagreement he and Jim had over the boys. That one had to do with him training Dean. It had been a tense discussion that had ultimately ended with a compromise.

Jim got up, pacing the tight space of the kitchen, past the boxes of dishes they had already packed up, and back to face Caleb. "We could arm him, prepare him."

"Are you so willing to risk his safety that you'd still send him? He doesn't know how to use a knife, and I'm sure that a gun would be about as visible as those Scooby snacks he likes."

In the end, it was decided that they would pay a little more for the one, small private school in the area, and Caleb would go beforehand and scope the area out, make sure no one was lurking unseen.

He also stayed for the four hours that class was in session, keeping guard in the hallway, ignoring the curious stares of other parents and guardians, who no doubt wondered why he was there.

When he sneaked a glance in the classroom, though, any of his fears were erased when he saw the grin on Dean's face, as he helped the teacher pass out drinks and snacks to the other kids, and also paid special attention to the young girl that was there.

Helper. Dean had always loved helping, and it was perfect that the teacher had sensed that, and had given him a job to do.

Taking a seat on the bench outside, Caleb leaned back, pressing his head against the wall to wait for the class to end. It was a compromise that had worked for both of them.

That night at dinner, Dean was full of energy, describing his first day of school, and how all the kids, while different, seemed to like him, and the teacher who had made him her special assistant.

"We're glad you had a good time," Jim said, not able to keep back a smile at how ecstatic Dean was. "And you know what?"

"What?" Dean asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity.

"You'll be able to go to that school when we move to our new house."

"Really?"

"Really."

Wanting some of the attention his brother had claimed, Sam toddled over to his brother's side of the table and shoved a drawing in his hand.

"He made that while you were gone," Jim explained.

"I like it, Sam," Dean said, bending down to give his brother a hug. "Thanks!"

"Yow welcome," Sam said, in typical toddler speak.