I don't know where I was trying to go with this. But a moment like this happened at work, I just tweaked it a bit of course.

I'm trying desperately to update and get back into the swing of things with this, but I can't get anything to work.

I promise though, I'll get back into the groove.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf nor do I own the Characters.

Emerson let out a loud squeal as he placed his left hand into the finger paint before him. He lifted his left hand and examined the blue paint that stuck to his fingers and palm. He dipped his right hand into the red paint and examined that as well. His eyes suddenly lit up as he clapped both hands together then placed them on the paper. "Look Sammy!" he cried out.

Sam looked up at him from across the table. The four year old had a hand hovering over the red paint. He eyed his friends paper and smiled at him, "Ohh," he said, "nice Em."

Emerson nodded in agreement as he looked back at his paper. He swiped his right hand to the left creating a red mark, places tinged in purple. He then swiped his left hand across the paper smearing the red with some blue, mixing in some places. He watched then reached over and dipped his left hand in the yellow and his right hand in the white. He clapped his hands together again and began making little hand prints all over the paper. "Teacher!" he cried out, "teacher look my hands!"

Miss Judy smiled down at the preschooler, "Wow Emerson, nice."

"Look," Emerson grinned as he pointed to where the colors mixed, "I make purple."

"You did."

"Red and blue make purple teacher."

"That they do Emerson," Miss Judy said with a smile. She then reached over and placed a hand onto of the boy's head, "Can you sign purple?"

Emerson nodded as he brought his right hand up he signed the letter 'P' and shook his hand. "Purple teacher."

"Nice job."

Emerson grinned as he made the letter 'B' and wiggled his hand, "Blue!"

Miss Judy smiled, "Very good Emerson."

"Teacher!" Emerson cried, "I sign other colors, watch!"

"Okay, go ahead."

Emerson placed a pointer finger to his lips. Starting at the top he went down. Miss Judy shook her head when Emerson failed to notice that he had gotten paint on him. "Red," Emerson said.

Miss Judy nodded.

The four year old a fist under his chin, he unclenched it a little bit and squeezed it into a fist again, "Orange."

Another nod.

Emerson made the letter 'Y' hand shaking, "Yellow," he yelled.

A nod.

"Green," Emerson said as he made the letter 'G' hand shaking.

Emerson then reached down and pulled at the front of his shirt, "White!" he said.

"Good," Miss Judy said.

Emerson was making the letter 'B' again. He then placed his hand by the side of his face. Thumb and pointer finger resting against his check he went down, "Brown," he said.

Miss Judy laughed when she noticed that Emerson now had a mix of red and purple on his right cheek. Without missing a beat Emerson was brushing a pointer finger across his forehead, also covering that it paint. "Black," he said.

"Nice job Emerson," Miss Judy said with a grin as she stood up, "you continue painting now okay."

The little boy nodded as he looked over at his friend. Sam was only using the red paint. Emerson tilted his head to the side as he watched his friend paint. Sam had a red circle on his paper and a weird symbol in the middle. Emerson bit at his lip as Sam began drawing a triangle at the top of the circle. "Sam?" Emerson asked, "What you drawing?"

Sam shrugged, "I don't know," he mumbled as he drew out a shaky 'N' on either side of the triangle.

"It look cool," Emerson breathed.

"Thanks," Sam breathed

Emerson looked down at his own painting where the colors were mixed everywhere and his little hand prints littering the corners and the side. He shrugged as picked up his paper and brought it over to his teacher, "I done Miss Judy," he announced.

"Thank you Emerson," Miss Judy said with a smile. She placed the paper on the drying rack then turned back to the little boy, "Why don't you go and wash," she ordered softly.

"I paint another picture?" Emerson asked, "Please?"

"Okay Emerson."

Another paper was placed in front of him and Emerson looked at his hands. He squeezed them into tiny fists and watched fascinated as the paint squished between his fingers. His eyes widened as he placed he opened them and closed them again. Opened them again. He then slammed a hand down onto the paper in front of him. The paint splattered everywhere creating specks onto the paper and Emerson's arm, shirt and face and Sam's paper. "Emerson," Sam cried out as he sent his friend a playful glare, "look out."

"Sorry Sammy," Emerson apologized as he looked at his friends painting. "Oh," he said, "cool Sammy."

Sammy smiled at the other boy, "Thanks," he said as he picked up the paper and brought it over to his teacher.

Emerson watched as his friend walked away then returned his attention back to the paper in front of him. He lifted his left hand which was the culprit of the pain splatter and dipped that in the blue paint. He lifted his hand and then placed his right hand into the blue paint. He squeezed his hands into fists again and watched as the paint squished from between his fingers. He repeated the same action again, this time slamming both hands onto the paper. "What you doing?" Sam asked as he stood near his friend, hands washed.

"It goes splat," Emerson laughed, "is fun Sammy."

Sam tilted his head to the side, "I try?" he asked.

Emerson nodded as he moved to the side, "You can share with me," he told his friend.

Sam nodded as he reached over and dipped his hands into the red paint. He repeated the same action his friend did. Once he slammed his hands onto to the paper, his eyes light up. "Ohh!" he said, "cool!"

"I know!" Emerson laughed.

Derek nodded to Cas in greeting as they both walked into the preschool building together. "How's it going Derek," Cas asked.

"Good," Derek answered, "yourself?"

Cas nodded, "It's going," he said.

"So, I'm picking Sam up tomorrow right?"

"Yes," Cas answered, "for their play date."

Derek nodded, "Okay."

"He knows," the other man said, "he's very excited to go-"

Cas stopped short as he eyed his son. Sam was seated in a chair and he was covered in paint. Derek looked at Cas in confusion then followed the other man's gaze. His eyes widened in shocked when he saw that Sam was indeed covered in paint. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped short, because sitting right next to Sam was Emerson. And Emerson was also covered in a paint. The other teacher in the room, Miss Carol was helping clean them up.

Miss Judy was walking towards the pair, "Derek, Cas," she said in greeting, "I'm sure you guys would like to know why your kids are covered in finger paint."

Both men nodded.

"Well…"

The paper in front of them was now covered in smears, hand prints and lines of various mixed colors. Emerson had dipped his hands into the blue paint and slammed it down onto the paper. He lifted his hand into the air to examine his picture. Paint slowly began to trail down his arm as he left his hand in the air. The paint had reached Emerson's elbow when he noticed that drips and trails of paint cascading down his arms. Using his right hand Emerson went to wipe it off. The little boy had forgotten that he had paint on that hand and made it worse covering his whole left arm in shades of dark blue and red.

"Emerson!" Sam cried, "the paint is 'posed to go on paper."

Emerson ignored his friend. He's eyes widening in interest as he dipped left hand into the red paint. He then slammed it down onto his right wrist. He took in a shaky breath as a cooling sensation swept over his body. "It feel weird," he commented.

Sam frowned in confusion, "How?"

"Is cold and squishy," Emerson said, "try Sammy."

Sam sent his friend a look but tried none the less. He dipped his hand into the red paint and copied his friends actions. "Ohh!" Sam cried.

Derek sighed as he executed a face palm, "Oh man, that-that, why doesn't that shock me."

Cas ran a hand through his hair, "Well clearly," he said as he turned towards the lycan, "your son influenced my son." But it wasn't an insult nor in a blaming matter, it was in a joking matter.

"You can blame my husband for that," Derek said.

Miss Judy let out a laugh, "I was going to stop them, but both were too far gone," she said, "besides, they were exploring which is what I want."

Cas nodded, "Yes," he said, "that is essential in learning."

"Yes," Miss Judy agreed, "we got pictures of both of them."

"I need to take one a send it to Stiles," Derek grinned, "he would get a kick out of this."

"Oh on that note," Miss Judy said as he brought out the Camera from her pocket, "Cas," he said, "your son is quite the artist."

"Thank you."

"He drew this weird symbol on Emerson's arm."

Both men leaned over and looked at the picture on the camera screen. Cas' eyes widened as he saw the Angel Banishing sigil that Sam was drawing on the other boy's wrist. "My brother-in-law," Cas said as he licked his lips, "He's a teacher in the mythological area, and I think that Sam must've copied this from one his books."

Derek raised his eye brow at this. Cas was lying. He shrugged it off because now Miss Judy was talking to him. "Your soon too," she said as she flipped to the second picture.

Emerson was drawing Derek's tattoo in black paint on Sam's wrist. Derek couldn't help but grin, "That," he said, "that's my tattoo." He reached up and tapped his back where the tattoo was placed.

"Well," Miss Judy said as she shut the camera off, "either way, both are very artistic and very bright if they can copy and memorize something so complicated at a young age."

"Thanks," both men said in unison.

"They'll be done soon," Miss Judy said.

"Can I get a picture before you clean the paint all off?" Derek asked.

Cas nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I would like to know Dean's reaction to this."

"Of course," Miss Judy said, "by all means."

Stiles walked into his house and smiled as he brought his son into arms. "Hey how's the paint monster doing?"

"I not paint monster," Emerson grinned.

"You are my boy," Stiles said as he reached into his pocket. He pressed the home button on his phone and showed his son the picture. Emerson was on the screen, the little boy grinning into the camera, arms covered in paint. Face covered in splatters of paint, "You are the paint monster."

"It was fun," Emerson grinned, "I like painting Papa."

"That you do," Stiles breathed as he placed a kiss on his son's forehead, "Messy boy you are," he grinned, "just like Papa."

Emerson nodded, "Sammy paint monster too Papa."

Stiles laughed, "I know bud."

"How?"

"He's in the picture to Emerson."

"I no see!"

Stiles rolled his eyes as he showed Emerson his phone again. Emerson grinned when he noticed that Sam was indeed in the picture as well. "Look is my best friend!"

"Yes," Stiles said, "on that note," he breathed, "why did you tell your friend to paint on himself?"

"Cause," Emerson answered.

"Cause why?"

Emerson sighed, loudly, "Papa," he said as he threw his arms into the air, "I tell him too, he no had to but Papa, he did."

Derek rolled his eyes as he entered the hall way, "He gets that from you," he grinned.

"Oh no!" Stiles cried out, "I take full responsibility for all his mischiefs but I will not take the fall for his brightness, that's all you."

Emerson frowned, "No," he said "Papa, is Uncle Scott."

Derek laughed and Stiles was laughing as well, "Oh yeah," he grinned, "You are definitely our son."

Thoughts? Yes? No? Review Please?

Anyone have any ideas that can help jump start my brain into writing some chapters.