Harry stood outside the door, listening before he opened it. Another cop habit. If Doris or Debs caught him, he would never hear the end of it.

"My Dad is a super hero"

"Mine too"

A lump formed in Harry's throat.

"He stops bad guys hurting people."

"Mine too"

Harry knew he should stop listening. His Mother had warned him that eves dropping meant hearing things you didn't want to hear.

"He spends a lot of time at work."

There it was. Harry sighed.

"Mine too"

"My brother looks after me" Sammy's voice was slightly squeaky.

"Mom looks after me and Dexter." Debby saw a sadness flicker across her friend's face. "Dex looks after me some Friday nights"

"I was in the school play last month" Sammy informed his friend.

"I took trumpet lessons. Twice. The teacher wanted to know if I was strangling it on purpose" Debby grinned.

"I tried out for baseball, but Dad moved us before the first game." Sammy remembered the event with some bitterness.

"Baseball is stupid" Debs decided.

"Yeah" Sammy smiled.

There was a knock at the door, Harry stuck his head in. "Lunch in half hour. Get washed up kids"

"Okay Dad"

"Yes Mr Morgan"

Dean stood back to admire the shining car. He stretched out his back and neck. He whispered to Dex, "First thing you gotta learn. Getting away with murder" Dean cursed his choice of words. "Not literary Dex." Dean walked round the Impala with the hose pipe. Washing down the tires.

"Is he watching?" he said, without looking at the kitchen window.

"Who?"

"My Dad"

"He's talking to Mom" Dex looked right at the window.

"Good." Dean aimed the hose at the other car's tires. Then up to the windows. "Pass me the bucket"

Dexter handed Dean the bucket. Dean proceeded to empty the bucket under the car.

"It now smells and looks like we have washed that car too."

"Why?"

"When you are asked to do something, do it right. You get noticed in a bad way if there is something unsaid not done. Dad would only get us to do the other one, next time we drive him insane. In about 3.5 seconds"

Dexter thought about it. "Being noticed is bad."

"It depends on the notice" Dean smiled. "I once sang to this girl, red head. Big hair. Neighbouring rooms threw their shoes at me, but she well." Dean worked a thumb into his collar. "Wow. She … I'll tell you when you're older"

"I am older"

"Yeah. What were we asked to do?" Dean changed the subject.

"Wash the car and stop driving your Dad insane. But we did clean the car."

"I like the car"

Harry walked over to the boys, handed them each a bottle of soda. They thanked him and both took a long drink. Harry came past and examined his car. "Great job Dex!"

"But.." Dexter started.

"No problem Mr Morgan" Dean put his arm around Dex. "It's quicker with two"

"Dean?"

"Yes sir?" Dean answered.

"After lunch," Harry pointed at his car. "Wash the car"

Dean dropped his hand off Dexter's shoulder. "Fair cop" he held his hands out for handcuffs.

Harry laughed and put his own hands over Dean's. "I'll let you off with a warning this time."

Dex watched the two of them. They seemed to be speaking a different language than he understood.

He shook his finger at Dean and turned to Dex "Dex, do you know where he went wrong?"

Dean glanced over. "Dude. I had to try to get away with something because I am a criminal. Your Dad is a good cop. He had to let me know he had spotted my mistake. If you do what is expected of you, you don't get noticed."

"What mistake? I thought we were getting away with murder?" Dex asked

Harry gave Dean a startled look. Had it been wise letting Dean spend time with Dex?

"Poor choice of words." Dean's posture straightened. Harry relaxed a little, Dean was of good people, he had been spending too much time with real criminals. He had forgotten the grey areas he had lived in when he was Dean's age.

"Come here son" he waved him over to the other side of the car. Dean and Dexter walked over. "Crime scenes are 360 degrees."

Dean had only washed down the side of the car he was standing at. From the other side you could see the dust on the tires.

"You see?" Harry asked.

"Yeah"

Harry ruffled his Dex's hair. A familiar action. Dean smiled a little. He knew why the Morgans and Winchesters had met this week. It wasn't just old friends catching up. They were solid. Dean had seen a lot of families dealing with grief. Some made it, some didn't.

"I'm heading in" Harry said. "I'll yell when lunch is ready"

"Yeah"

"Thanks"

"Tell you what Dean.." Harry turned before he reached the room. "I'll eat yours, leave a few crumbs of bread and pretend you ate it" he laughed, like Dexter hadn't seen for over a year.

Dean came over to look and rolled his eyes. "Ah." He shook his head. "If it means that much to you, I'll ...erm.... do it again" he gave the man a cheeky grin.

"I'm not worried about a clean car. It's only going to get dirty again"

"When your right your right" Dex agreed with his Dad.