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"Ok boys, let's sit down and figure this out," Bobby said, leading the way to the kitchen.

Dean carried Alec and put him in his highchair. He gave him some crayons and his coloring book so he wouldn't be bored while they figured out what they were going to do during the week. They needed to make sure someone was always around to watch Alec, but they also needed to work and make money.

Sam came in carrying a big calendar, which he put on the table. He'd already written the three days a week he was going to be in class, and those days he was going to be late since he was going to work those days too.

"Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays I'll go to class and work," Sam said, his gaze locked on the calendar. "I can watch Alec on Tuesdays and Thursdays so you and Bobby can both work."

"You two should both be with him on Saturdays and Sundays. I'll catch up on a few things, but I'll be around on both those days so he can have everyone," Bobby said.

"I'd love to take him on Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays, but I don't wanna leave ya hangin' in the shop," Dean muttered.

"You take him on Wednesdays and Fridays," Bobby said. "I'll take him on Mondays, but we'll stick around the shop so he can be around you."

"Is that enough money?" Dean asked, trying to think if they would be able to make it with only working a few days a week.

"It'll have to be," Bobby said. "Someone's gotta watch him and it'd cost more to hire a babysitter or take him to a daycare."

"Not to mention the part where Dean wouldn't be able to handle that," Sam teased.

"Shut up," Dean grumbled. Sam was right, but he wasn't going to admit it.

"Daddy, can I have some juice?" Alec asked.

"Yeah baby," Dean said, walking to the sink. He grabbed Alec's sippy cup and filled it with juice before he brought it back over. He kissed the top of Alec's head as he gave him his sippy cup and asked, "Do you want any snacks?"

"No," Alec said. "Will you color with me?"

"In just a few minutes, ok? Daddy's gotta figure out a couple more things," Dean said, sitting down at the table.

"Ok Daddy," Alec said.

"Ok, so we've got the week figured out," Sam said, tapping the calendar. "Now we've gotta figure out some times we might be able to take him somewhere fun."

"I wanna for sure take him to the amusement park, a baseball game, and the ocean," Dean said. "I think we should take him to the park a couple times a week too."

"He's gonna make friends too," Sam said. "We'll have to figure out some playdates with the other parents when that happens."

"Boys, you're gettin' ahead of yourselves again," Bobby said.

Dean sighed, "Ok, what're we gonna do about Max?"

"She's called four times now," Sam said. "We've gotta tell her."

"We don't need to tell her. We just need to come up with a good excuse for what he could be doing," Dean said.

"If we tell her that he's hurt, then she's just going to come find us to make sure he's ok," Sam said.

"Maybe he took off?" Dean suggested. He didn't think it was a great excuse, but it might get her to stop calling.

"There's no way she's going to believe that," Sam argued. "If he took off, then he would've gone to the Valley to be with her."

"Bobby, you got anything?" Dean asked.

Bobby shook his head, "You have no idea how she's gonna react to this…For now, I think Alec needs to get used to his new routine with us. We can tell her something's happened, but he's not hurt. I wouldn't go into much details on what's goin' on, but Sam's right, you gotta give her somethin'. Once he's used to everything, then maybe we have her come to us."

Dean stood up and walked away from the table, thinking about all the ways Max could take the news about Alec. He still didn't want her to know, but he was getting out voted on this one.

"Alright, I'll call her," Dean finally said. He went back to Alec and kissed the top of his head, "I'll be right back, ok baby?"

"Ok Daddy."

He walked out of the room and slowly dialed Max's number. He sat down and ran his hand down his face as he waited for Max to answer.

"Dean? Is Alec alright?" Max asked, worry clear in her voice.

"Max…Alec's good," Dean said.

"Can I talk to him?" Max asked like it was obvious.

He took a deep breath, and then asked back, "Max, can you just trust me for a while?"

"What happened? Where is he?" Max asked quickly.

"Listen…something happened that's hard to explain. I'm not ready to explain it, but just trust me that he's good," Dean said.

It was silent on the other end for a long time. Long enough that he almost thought she had hung up. But then she asked, "How long do I have to take your word on this?"

"Give me some time, ok?" Dean practically begged.

"Dean-"

"I'll bring him to you when we're ready," Dean cut off. "That's the best I can do."

"You're 100% sure he's ok, right?" Max asked.

"100%," Dean agreed.

"I don't like it…but fine," Max said.

"Thanks Max," Dean said in relief. "I promise I'll bring him. Just trust me."

In the next two months they managed to get into a routine with Alec. He hadn't understood at first why they couldn't all be together every day, but then he picked it up and he only cried every so often when someone other than himself watched him.

They also got a room set up for Alec. He only used it to keep his toys in one place; he still slept with him every night, which secretly made him happy. He loved having Alec sleep with him and he was going to hate it when he got too big and wanted his own bed. But his room was cute with racecar sheets, just like he wanted, and Bobby had made the majority of the furniture in his room.

Max had called a few more times to check on them, but she didn't bring up his promise to bring Alec to her. He was going to at some point, but he wanted to find a way to prepare Alec for the other inhabitants of the Valley. Besides, Alec was so happy with how things were, he didn't want to mess that up.

"Daddy, look," Alec said, holding up his coloring book.

"That's awesome, Alec," Dean replied with a smile.

"The doggy is playing fetch, do you see?" Alec asked.

"Yeah baby, I see," Dean said. "Hey, if you drink the rest of your milk I'll take you to the park."

Alec dropped his coloring book and ran over to him. He picked him up and sat him on his lap before he handed him his little sippy cup. Alec leaned against him and drank his milk. He had him drinking two or three sippy cups of milk a day just in case. He was going to prevent Alec having seizures if it was the last thing he did.

"Daddy, can we go to the park now?" Alec asked, snuggling against him. Alec had figured out that he was cute and could get his way if he snuggled against them or if he used the puppy-dog eyes against them. They had started to pick up on it when he tried to get out of eating vegetables, so now they knew to double check to make sure he wasn't trying to get out of doing something.

"Let me see your sippy cup," Dean said.

"No, I'm not done yet," Alec said.

Dean chuckled, "Ok, we'll wait until you're done before we go to the park."

"But Daddy," Alec whined.

"No buts Alec," Dean said with a smile. "Drink it until it's all gone, and then we'll go."

Alec didn't argue with him after that. Alec would've argued with Sam still, but he would only argue with him for a minute. Dean didn't mind that Alec argued with them now; at least he didn't think he was going to get punished if he said something.

"Ok baby, you ready for the park?" Dean asked.

"Yeah!" Alec yelled.

He picked Alec up, tossing him up high and catching him again making him squeal with joy. Alec tipped back as far as he could in his arms until he was upside down. Dean moved his grip to Alec's little ankles and just carried him upside down to the car.

"Daddy! Daddy look!" Alec said, laughing.

"I see you!" Dean said. He got Alec right side up again and put him into his car seat.

"Alec, you gotta stop wiggling for a minute baby," Dean said. "I can't buckle you in if you keep wiggling."

"Daddy, can I sit with you?" Alec asked, giving him puppy-dog eyes.

"No, not until you're older," Dean said. "But I'll drive around Grandpa Bobby's yard with you after the park, ok?"

"Ok Daddy," Alec said, beaming at him.

"You wanna listen to some music?" Dean asked, knowing Alec loved listening to his music.

"Yeah!"

"Which on? You want Zeppelin?" Dean asked.

"Ramble on!" Alec yelled, kicking his little legs.

Dean nodded, "Ramble on it is." He popped his cassette into the player and turned it up. "Do you remember the chorus?" Dean asked as the song started.

"Yes," Alec said.

"Alright, here it comes," Dean said.

Alec concentrated, and then smiled and when it was time yelled, "Ramble on!" He mumbled a couple words, "Sing my song!" More mumbling. "On my way!" Dean smiled; Alec really only knew a few words and he was yelling more than singing, but his little boy was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. "Ramble on! Find ummm…of all my dreams!" The song continued, but Alec didn't know the words anymore.

"That was the best version of this song I've ever heard," Dean said when Alec looked at him expectantly.

"Daddy, sing with me," Alec said.

"How 'bout I fill in the blanks?" Dean asked.

"Ok!"

"Alright, here it comes again," Dean said.

"Ramble on!" Alec yelled right on time.

"And now's the time, the time is now," Dean sang.

"Sing my song!"

"I'm going 'round the world, I got to find my girl."

"On my way!"

"I've been this way ten years to the day," Dean filled in, trying not to laugh.

"Ramble on! Find-"

"The queen…"

"Of my dreams!" Alec finished, laughing and kicking his legs. "Again Daddy! Again!"

"Alright, here we go," Dean said, pulling out of Bobby's yard.

"Alright, go play with the other kids for a while," Dean whispered to Alec, kissing his cheek. They had been swinging for a long time; he was tired from pushing Alec as high as he thought was safe and Alec was looking over at the other kids to see what they were doing. Alec never liked playing with the other kids when they first got to the park. He would cling to him after he got him out of the car and would only play with the other kids after they played on the swings for a while.

"Ok Daddy," Alec said, taking off from the swings to the jungle gym with the other kids. Alec was a lot smaller than the other kids, but he liked playing with them and he could keep up with them when they played tag. Tyler, one of the older kids, watched out for him too.

"Dean! Come on over!" Karen called out to him.

Dean smiled at the other Moms and walked over to their little group. They'd asked him to join after they'd seen him and Alec a few times and Alec had decided he wanted to play with the other kids.

"No Uncle Sammy today? I thought he always came with you guys on Saturdays," Megan said.

"He needed to catch up on some sleep," Dean said. "Alec was super excited to see him last night and kept wanting to play games. Sam didn't get to sleep until Alec told him it was ok."

"Aww he's so adorable," Karen said, rocking her baby's carrier.

"Tell Sam we missed him," Stacy said.

"What's Grandpa Bobby up to today?" Karen asked.

Megan shook her head, "I never pictured Bobby Singer to be the grandpa type, but he and Alec are so cute together. You know, Bobby usually plays with the other kids. He gets to be the monster that chases them."

"Alec loves that game at home," Dean said.

The Moms continued talking, but he only half listened. His attention was really on the kids playing. He couldn't stop the worry the came up any time he wasn't around his little boy. He couldn't protect his baby if he wasn't around him.

"Dean, Tyler's going to have a birthday party next weekend and he wants Alec to come," Karen said. "We'd be more than happy if Sam and Bobby came too."

"Yeah, I think we could do that," Dean said with a nod.

"We have a pool, so make sure you bring your swim trunks," Karen said.

Dean smiled, but his smile quickly fell when he heard more than one scream of pain that broke into crying. He was on his feet and running before the other moms could even look over at the jungle gym.

Three kids were on the ground; two of them were crying and Alec was the third. Alec was bleeding and he was trying so hard to hold back tears. Dean wanted to shove the other kids off his little boy, but he was a parent now and he couldn't ignore his responsibility. Luckily, Tyler had gone to get the other kids' moms, so all he had to do was help them up before he finally got to pick up his baby.

"I'm here baby, I'm here," Dean whispered, holding Alec close. Alec was silently crying against his chest, and he could feel his baby's blood running onto his arms.

"Oh my God, Alec's bleeding! Is he ok?" Karen asked, holding her infant in her arms.

"He's ok," Dean said. "I'm gonna take him to the car to clean him up."

"Dean! Dean!" Tyler yelled, running up to him. "Is Alec ok?"

"Yeah buddy, he's ok," Dean reassured.

"I'm sorry," Tyler said, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I was watching him like I promised, but I didn't see Kayla and Cameron fighting. I saw them fall, but I didn't know Alec was on the other side. I promise I was watching him."

Dean immediately knelt down and pulled Tyler into a one-armed hug, "I'm not mad and Alec's gonna be ok. I'm going to clean him up and take him home. He's gonna get a big bowl of ice cream and he'll feel better in no time. He'll probably be back to the park in a couple days, ok?"

Tyler nodded, hiccupped, and asked, "Can he still come to my birthday party?"

"He wouldn't miss it," Dean said.

"Ok," Tyler said.

"Tyler, c'mere and let Dean take care of Alec," Karen said, calling her son over.

"Alec, I hope you feel better," Tyler whispered.

Alec sniffled, but he nodded so Dean stood up and took his little boy to the car. "Ok baby, I'm goona getcha cleaned up. I'm gonna clean up your cuts, put on some Band-Aids, and get you back to Grandpa's house. Then we're gonna eat ice cream and watch movies the rest of the day. How does that sound?"

"Good," Alec said, his voice thick with tears.

"Good," Dean said. He kissed the top of Alec's head and opened the trunk to get their first aid kit. He walked around and opened the driver's door and set Alec in his seat. "Ok, you get to sit in my seat while I look you over," Dean muttered. "You tell me if it hurts, ok?"

"O-ok," Alec said.

Dean looked his little boy over; he had a deep gash on his forearm, little cuts on his elbows, and another deep gash on the back of his head. "I'm going to clean you up at home, ok baby. You need some stitches and I want you to have Teddy when I put them in."

"Ok Daddy," Alec said.

Dean kissed Alec's forehead before he picked him up and carefully buckled him into his car seat. Alec was quiet the whole way home, and silent tears were running down his cheeks again by the time he parked.

"I'm sorry baby," Dean apologized, carefully unbuckling Alec from his car seat and picking him up. "I'm sorry…"

"My arm hurts," Alec said, his voice muffled against his chest.

"I know, I'm gonna make it better," Dean reassured. "Pretty soon you won't even remember getting hurt." He walked inside and went to the kitchen. There was better light in the kitchen for his stitches. "Sam!" He called out. "Sam, get down here! And bring Teddy!"

He got some towels and their heavy-duty first aid kit, and then went back to Alec. He very thoroughly cleaned the deep gash, which was the length of his tiny little arm.

"What happened?!" Sam asked in alarm, seeing Alec sitting in the chair with his bleeding arm in his hand. "Alec, are you ok?"

Alec barely nodded, but asked in a wobbly voice, "Can I have Teddy?"

"Yeah buddy," Sam quickly replied. He gave Alec his little teddy bear and rubbed his little shoulder. "Dean, what happened?"

"Alec, this is gonna hurt, ok baby?" Dean asked, making sure his little boy was ready. Alec nodded back so he gave Alec a shot to numb his arm. Alec winced just a little bit, but other than that he didn't show that it hurt. "There were two kids that fell on him," Dean said to Sam. He held Alec's hand as he waited for Alec's arm to numb. "I just don't know if we should take him to the hospital or not. He hit his head pretty hard…"

Sam moved and inspected the back of Alec's head. "I don't think it's as bad as when we first found him," Sam finally said, standing back up. "But if he throws up, then we need to go."

"You think he needs stitches, right?" Dean asked to make sure.

"Yeah, I think so," Sam agreed.

"What's with all the hollarin'?" Bobby asked, walking into the room. He stopped short when he saw Alec's blood. "What happened to my grandson?"

"Couple of kids fell on him at the park," Dean replied. He gently prodded Alec's arm and looked up at his little boy to see if he could feel it. Alec shook his head no, so he asked, "You ready for the stitches, baby?"

"Ok Daddy," Alec said, sniffling.

"Just focus on Uncle Sammy and Grandpa, ok? This will be over before you know it," Dean said.

Alec nodded and looked at Sam and Bobby. "You want some ice cream, buddy?" Sam asked. "Or a popsicle?"

Alec nodded again, so Bobby jumped into action to get it for him. "Which one, kiddo?" Bobby called out.

"Ice cream," Alec whispered.

"Ice cream," Sam relayed to Bobby. He looked back at Alec and asked, "Will you tell me one of Teddy's adventures?"

Alec sniffled again, but then said, "T-teddy was driv-driving Daddy's car, and…and he heard some little kids crying…"

Tears started falling down his cheeks again, making him stop. Dean felt terrible for causing his little boy more pain, but doing this at home was way better for Alec than taking him to the hospital. Sam rubbed Alec's back and asked, "What did Teddy do when he heard the little kids crying?"

"T-teddy stopped Daddy's car and r-ran over to the little kids. A b-bad guy was b-being mean to…to them and Teddy told the b-bad guy to stop," Alec said.

"What happened next?" Sam asked. Bobby handed him a bowl of ice cream, and then he slowly dipped out a spoonful for Alec.

Alec opened his mouth and let Sam feed him the spoonful before he said, "The bad guy didn't w-want to stop, so Teddy had to…he had to fight the bad guy." Alec stopped and opened his mouth again so Sam could give him another bite.

Sam shot him a quick smile and gave Alec some more ice cream. "Did Teddy win?"

Alec hummed a yes, and then said with his mouth full, "He kicked the bad guy's butt."

"Alec, don't talk with your mouth full," Dean said automatically.

"I'm sorry," Alec mumbled.

"It's ok," Sam said. "Were the little kids ok?"

"Yeah, they were ok," Alec said.

"That's good," Sam said with a smile.

Dean finished the last stitch and cleaned off Alec's little arm again. "Ok, that arm is done," Dean said, slowly wrapping his arm. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No," Alec whispered.

"Now I've just gotta stitch up your head," Dean said.

It was a lot easier to patch up his baby after that. He had his ice cream and he got to tell all of his stories to Uncle Sam and Grandpa Bobby. He cleaned Alec up once he was done and carried him to the living room, with Sam and Bobby following close behind.

"Daddy, can we watch Ghostbusters?" Alec asked, his voice muffled again by his chest.

"Yeah baby, we can watch Ghostbusters," Dean said. He'd tried to show Alec kids' movies, but he didn't like them. His boy liked the movies that he liked, and more often than not they would fall asleep watching movies.

He popped in the movie and sat on the sofa so he could hold Alec. He kissed the top of Alec's head, and then Alec snuggled against him and closed his eyes.

Dean almost thought he was asleep when he mumbled, "Daddy?"

"Yeah baby?"

"Who ya gonna call?" Alec asked with a small, tired smile.

Dean brushed Alec's hair back and chuckled, "Ghostbusters." Alec smiled and fell asleep.

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