Disclaimer: I wish I owned. Those boys are just too cute.
Warnings: This can get pretty fluffy.
Enjoy!
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Chapter 4:
Dean woke up to the smell of paint; ambling in, he saw his parents coloring the walls of the room that was next to his. His father waved a thick paint brush at him, smiling broadly.
"Come on in!"
Dean got a smaller brush than he would have liked, but his dad showed him how to brush properly, and all that. He wanted to play with it, but only flicked the brush at his parents a few times. It was so fun it almost felt normal.
TBC…