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Carry On My Wayward Son...
Parenthood is nothing close to easy; especially for Dean Winchester. Picking up the kids to snack, naps, baths, home works and the worst… dinner. Kat seemed to be 20 times better at that.
"Daddy, where's my book bag?" As if trying not to burn down the kitchen wasn't enough he had to help Penny with math. Where's Sam when you need him?
"It's in your room Pen." I hope the kids like his try at Mac n' Cheese.
The door opens and in walks Dean's savior. White gown in one hand Chinese in the other. Her long auburn hair in a messy ponytail and sporting the usual black suit with white shirt under.
"Hey babe!" She plopped down her briefcase on the breakfast nook chair, placing the food on the countertop. He looks up from his mess at her. She has that "pity you can't cook" look on her face. Smirking he shrugged giving up walking over to her.
"How was your day?" He answers with a kiss picking her up in a hug.
"I guess that means good. Where are the kids?" She smiled with bad intentions.
"Upstairs. Penny's doing homework and John's playing in this room. Why?" He slipped off her jacket kissing her neck playfully.
"Mommy!" John and his big sister threw their arms around Kat's legs
"Munchies! How are my babies?" They giggled being picked up by mommy. Dean steps aside watching Kat put them on the countertop. John gets a head start on the boo- boo report, while Penny tells her about her butterfly adventures. The site of Kat trying to divide her attention between the two was priceless. Her face lit up amusement at the sound of her two children, the moment seemed to progress in slow motion; the sparkle of Kat's brown eyes, the giggle of his children, the feeling of a home. For years he dreamed of a "what if?" What if his mother were alive? How would his life been?
"Dean!" A shove from Kat made him come back. The table was set and he was waited upon.
"Are you daydreaming about an AC-DC concert again?" Dean blushes; yes that's right blushed. Imagine "hell raising Dean" blushing. A true site for sore eyes.
"What's AC-DC, daddy?" Kat stifled a laugh as Dean cocked his eyebrow of John.
"Yeah, daddy what's AC-DC?" He looked across at his eldest. He smirked remembering his first AC-DC experience. He must have been like 6 or 7 when his father introduced him to its sweet sound.
"You wanna know what AC-DC is?" They nodded in unison both shaking excitement.
Dean excused himself from the table going over to one of the many closets pulling out a box of vinyl records and his old record player. He blew some dust off one his records fixing it onto the player. Suddenly the room was filled with "You shook me all night long."
"May I have this dance miss?" Not waiting for an answer he pulled Kat out of her seat and into his arms. John and Penny giggled at the sight of their parents dancing. It was more like hugging and swaying. Suddenly on the guitar solo Dean turned to John picking him up and using him as an air guitar. He laughed uncontrollable his face turning red. Penny was hiding behind her mother's legs laughing and watching.
"Where's Pen, Kat?" She put her hands over her mouth holding in her giggles. He spotted her and picked her up. Now was juggling two raving kids in his arms with blasting C-DC music.