Summary: Christina, Charles, Robin, Dean, and Blake spend some family time together. They go to a lake to celebrate Charles's birthday, as Dean and Blake get up to some mischief.

Dean remembered the lake very well. His mother and father used to take him there when he was younger. Charles had shown him the little area where there were tadpoles.

They had taken a bucket of the tadpoles to their home, but the next day they were gone. His mother had taken them to a canal to got rid of them, because she didn't want frogs around the house.

When Charles had gone to prison, Dean and Robin barely went to the lake. The last time they did was when Blake was nine and ran into the lake. Blake couldn't swim and didn't know how deep it was.

Now that Dean was thinking about it; perhaps that was an early suicide attempt and Blake didn't know that yet.

They decided not to mention that anymore after Blake tried to commit suicide.

It was Charles's birthday and he wanted to go to the lake to barbeque. He wanted a normal family outing, that doesn't involve his gang.

It started when Christina and Blake showed up. Robin and Dean were getting the stuff ready to head out. Charles was still asleep in the bedroom.

"He's still asleep?" Robin asked, annoyed.

"I guess," Dean said.

"I'll wake him up." Robin said and went to the room. "Charles!"

Dean handed Blake a stack of paper plates and a bag of plastic silverware.

"He always does that." Dean said, "Especially over the holidays, when we had to show up at your place. That pisses me off."

Blake put the plates and plastic silverware in a bag. Blake nodded in agreement. "It was annoying waiting almost three hours for you to show up."

Dean put a container of potato salad in an ice chest and whispered, "He's old."

"I'm still the only kid here," Blake replied. "I should've invited Dylan and Alex."

Dean shrugged, "I don't know how he feels about bisexual teenagers."

"I'm racist, not homophobic," Charles declared. "You should've invited your friends. I would like to meet them one day."

Blake looked thoughtful. "I'll think about it."

"Good. I don't want to die before I meet your friends; you too, Dean. I want to meet your friends too," Charles replied.

"My friends are different races," Dean replied confused.

"I would still like to meet them," Charles said. "They're your friends. I won't insult them." He went outside.

Dean leaned to Blake, "Is that weird to you too?"

Blake shook his head, "No. I guess he really wants to meet our friends."

Dean nodded, "Okay." He decided not to ask. Robin returned and helped Dean with packing up the food.

Blake was sitting at a table at the lake. Dylan had texted him about a fight that he and Alex just had. Dylan didn't know what to do and wanted some advice from Dean.

"Hey, Dylan and Alex had a fight. Dylan needs your advice," Blake explained.

Dean just looked at Blake, confused. "I don't know. I never…I don't know how to help."

"Tell him to man up and talk about their problems," Charles replied.

"Okay." Blake replied and gave Dylan that advice.

Blake got a reply.

No. I refuse to talk to him.

Charles looked at that reply and grabbed Blake's phone.

"Dad," Dean warned. He didn't want his dad to traumatize a fifteen year old boy.

"Quiet son, I'm being a father." Charles replied and sent Dylan a reply.

Stop being a pussy and be a man. Apologize!

Dylan replied with: O.o Okay.

Charles handed Blake his phone back. "There."

A few minutes later, Blake got a reply.

Help! I just told Alex that he's a bastard, and that I want to sacrifice him to the Celtic Gods. Is that natural? What do I do?

Blake didn't know how to reply to that.

A few minutes later Blake got a reply from Alex.

Dylan told me that he wants to sacrifice me to Celtic Gods. I'm concerned.

Blake replied: Talk to him.

Dean had gotten bored and went to look at the canoes. Alex didn't reply to Blake for a few minutes, so he followed Dean.

Dean found two oars and handed one to Blake, "Let's sword-fight."

"Okay," Blake replied.

They started to have a sword-fight.

"Careful Dean! Don't hurt him to much!" Christina warned Dean.

"I will!" Dean called back.

They continued their sword-fight by backing up and moving forward. Somehow, Blake slipped and face-planted in the lake water.

Dean just couldn't help himself by saying, "Water you waiting for?"

Blake got up and looked at Dean. "That was the most horrible pun ever."

Dean looked at Blake's wet shirt, "Let's go dry you up." He led Blake to the restroom.

Dean had to wash out some mud from Blake's hair.

"I don't know why guys like long hair like this," Dean replied. Blake just crossed his arms.

Charles entered the restroom holding a bag, "Here. Christina figured that Blake would somehow end up in the lake and brought clean clothes with her." Charles handed Blake the bag of clothes.

Blake gave him a smile, "Thanks."

"Why are you thanking me for? It was your mom who brought the clothes. I was just giving it to you." Charles said, giving Blake a weird look.

"Dad," Dean replied.

In a mocking tone, Charles said, "Dean." He left the restroom.

Blake went in a stall to change his shirt.

"Pass the potato salad," Robin said. Blake slid the container of potato salad to Robin. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Blake replied. He didn't get any replies from his friends, but he hoped that they were making up. Or at least talking about what caused the fight. He decided not to bother them or ask.

"We should go racing those canoes," Dean said.

"And have Blake face-plant in the water again?" Christina replied.

Blake looked at his mother, "I don't know how I slipped."

Robin looked at the canoes. "I don't trust those canoes. They look run-down."

"I'm imagining myself falling in the lake if I use the canoes," Blake replied. He took a bite out of a bread roll.

"Why would the military use your yard as a training base?" Charles asked Dean. Dean was carrying Blake over his shoulder, because he fell asleep on the car ride back.

"I haven't mowed my lawn in four months because I was gone," Dean asked. "It began to look like a jungle."

"What happened?" Charles asked.

"I was at home, there was a knock on the door, and there they were. They asked if they could use it for training. I said yes, because I couldn't turn them down," Dean explained. He put Blake on the couch.

"Is he like a son to you?" Charles asked.

"Yeah," Dean replied.

A/N: I got this massive case of writer's block. I wanted to do a story that involves them, but I couldn't find how to put it in words.

My mom likes to remind how when I was younger, I ran into a lake during winter. She brought some clothes because she knew I was going to run in the lake. We had to go home before I got sick. I vaguely remember my brothers bringing home tadpoles when we went to a lake.

I was texting my friend, and he gave me an idea to have Dean and Blake have a sword-fight with the canoe paddles. Then I decided to have Blake slip and fall in the lake. My friend told me to have Dean do a pun. I came up with 'Water you waiting for?' He said 'yes, yes, yes.'

So, my friend, this chapter is for you.