Hello again my dear readers.

So what is one thing that is very normal for parents to have to deal with? Talking to parents. Dean really hates being normal, but he'll do anything for his kids.

I hope you enjoy.

This was the part of being a parent Dean hated. Meeting with teachers. Dean hated being near teachers when he was a kid. It didn't get any better once he became a parent. For the most part, Logan was a good kid. But, he did have the Winchester temper. Dean always felt that the teachers were judging him, on how he was parenting his son, and he hated it. So, Dean had been more than happy to hand this particular job over to Hannah, then to Kathy. But Hannah was on a hunt with Sam. While Kathy was in the van trying to calm down a suddenly upset Noah, so here he was, facing the wolves alone. Sighing he walked into the main office and waited until the secretary saw him.

"How can I help you today?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure." Dean shrugged and smiled. "I got a call that my son's teacher needed to see a parent, urgently. So here I am."

"And your son's name?"

"Well that's the tricky part I have two. Logan and Kaden Winchester."

The secretary glanced at a book before her and nodded. Standing she walked over and knocked on a door. Opening it she stuck her head in. Dean heard her say. "Logan's father is here." She then returned to her desk as she sat down she said to Dean. "Principal Hawkins will be with you in a moment. Please have a seat."

Dean forced down a grumble as he turned to look at the most horrible colored chairs he'd ever seen. Deciding to stay standing Dean kept one eye on the door and one eye out for Kathy. Unfortunately the door opened first. A heavy set balding man in a slightly too large suit stepped out and smiled at Dean. Holding his hand out as he walked toward Dean the man said in a booming voice.

"Mr. Winchester."

"One of them." This caused the man to falter slightly. Dean couldn't help but smile. "My father has always been Mr. Winchester. Plus I have a brother."

"I know what you mean. My father past ten years ago and he's still the only Mr. Hawkins in my mind." The man was close enough now for Dean to shake his offered hand. It was firm, but not aggressive. "Right this way Mr. Winchester." The principal pointed toward the door he had come out of.

As Dean walked into the room, he had to keep himself from rolling his eyes. It was the normal school firing squad. Not just the principal but three other adults. Dean felt himself quickly sized up and by the looks on all but one face he was lacking. The one face belonged to a young man probably close to Dean's age. He was the only one that offered Dean a smile and nod.

"We have not been formally introduced Mr. Winchester." Dean noticed how the principal annunciated each syllable of his name. He also noticed how the original friendliness had vanished. "Your wife and I do believe sister enrolled your sons."

"Sister-in-law." Dean corrected with his best smile.

"Of course. Well I'm Principal Hawkins. This is Logan's teacher Mrs. Stewart. The school counselor Mrs. French and the art teacher Mr. Church. Please Mr. Winchester have a seat." Principal Hawkins pointed to one of two chairs facing the firing squid. "I was under the impression that your wife would also be coming."

Dean casually sat down and scanned the room one more time, fixing the names with the faces. "We are watching my brother's twins." Dean's eyes landed on the principal. "They don't always follow a schedule." Dean heard what sounded like 'humph' from his left. Turning he looked at the most uptight woman he'd ever seen, the counselor Mrs. French. "I'm sorry did you say something?"

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head.

"Should we wait for your wife Mr. Winchester?" Principal Hawkins asked, as he took his seat.

"No need." Dean sat back. "Just tell me what you think Logan did that was so bad."

This time Dean was sure he heard something. But it was a snicker. The young man Mr. Church was quickly covering his mouth.

"Mr. Winchester, I do not think that you are taking this very seriously." Mrs. French sneered.

"I can't really take anything serious until I know what 'it' is." Dean said locking eyes with the young man. "Can you tell me why I was dragged down here?"

The man went to open his mouth but the other woman Mrs. Stewart sat forward. "Mr. Winchester, your son has done something very inappropriate, and we think you should take it a little more serious."

"Again, if someone will tell me what the hell is going on…" There was a knock on the door and the secretary opened it slightly.

"I am so sorry Principal Hawkins but Mrs. Winchester is here."

Principal Hawkins waved his hand. "Let her in."

When the door opened a little more Emma came toddling in. She froze for a second, but when her eyes landed on her uncle she giggled and headed straight for him. Kathy walked in next carrying a still sniffling Noah.

"I am so very sorry." Kathy said, then glanced at Dean. "I never thought he was going to calm down."

Dean held out his hands and Noah went to him. The toddler laid his head on Dean's shoulder and gripped his shirt in his small hand. Emma was leaning against Dean's leg.

"What did I miss?"

"I honestly have no idea. I've been told that Logan has done something inappropriate, but not what. I've been told that I'm not taking this seriously, but again not what. Honestly, right now Noah's making more since then this group." Again Dean heard the young man snicker.

Kathy turned back to the group. "So what did our son do that is so terrible?"

The Principal sat back in his chair. "In a few days the school is having an open house. I thought it would be nice if the children created things that represented their families."

"One young boy recreated his house with popsicle sticks." Mrs. Stewart said proudly.

Kathy thought a minute then smiled. Turning to Dean she said. "That's what he's been working on the past few days. Why he wanted to stay so close to home."

Dean just nodded his eyes still roaming over the people sitting around him. He could tell whatever was bothering the other three Mr. Church wasn't in agreement with them.

"So you are saying that Logan did draw the picture in question." Principal Hawkins said sitting forward. "Neither of you helped him at all?"

"Logan's very talented." Kathy said reaching over and laying a calming hand on her husband's arm. She knew how Dean was whenever anyone questioned his son's honor. "Is there something wrong with what he drew?" A sudden flash of the many things Logan could have drawn went through Kathy's head.

"There is many things wrong with what the boy drew." Mrs. French said scooting forward in her seat. She fixed Kathy with a cold glare. "Unless you think it is alright for ten year olds to draw people in the nude."

Kathy forced down a smile, but heard Dean flat out laugh. "You have got to be kidding." Dean's voice raised slightly but then he calmed patting Noah on the back. Dean turned and faced Mr. Church. "You're the art teacher right?"

"Uhm yes sir I am." Mr. Church was clearly surprised to have someone talking to him.

"You've seen Logan's art work."

Mr. Church smiled. "Yes I have. As you said, Logan is very talented."

"That is not the point." Mrs. French snapped. "The point is, what we are going to do about what he drew."

"May we see what he drew?" Kathy asked more to Mr. Church then the others.

The young man looked around the room, seeming to be waiting for one of the others to argue this request. When none was made he reached down beside him picked up something, then held it out to Kathy. Confused Kathy took it. She removed the rubber bands and carefully unrolled it. Kathy couldn't hold back a soft gasp. It was a large portrait of the family. She recognized it instantly. She held it for Dean to see. Noah reached out and gently touched his mother and father, then sniffed.

"And now we know what's wrong with this guy." Dean said kissing his nephews chubby cheek.

Emma was on tiptoe trying to see also. Kathy tilted it down and Emma giggled. "Famy."

"There you have it." Dean said putting his hand on his nieces back. "You asked for family Logan gave it to you."

"Mr. Winchester." Mrs. French's face was slowly turning red. "Are you telling me that you are condoning this…this…" The woman took a few breaths forcing herself to calm before finishing. "This pornographic picture."

"I'm sorry the what?" Dean was sure he hadn't actually heard what the uptight woman had actually said. "Kathy did she just say what I think she just said?"

Kathy didn't say anything, as she again looked at the picture this time with outside eyes. Sam and Dean had no shirts on. She and Hannah were laying on their significant other's chest. The children were draped over an arm here or a leg there. Everyone in their nightclothes. She could kind of see what others wouldn't understand. All she saw was a tired happy family, and that was all that mattered. Rolling it back up, and replacing the rubber bands she looked at the gathered adults.

"I completely understand your worries and concerns. Believe me tonight there will be a long discussion about what is proper and what is not." Kathy knew if she looked at Dean right now, she wouldn't be able to hold back laughing. Scooping Emma into her arms as she stood she continued. "Thank you for bringing this to our attention."

Before anyone could respond she turned and left the room. She didn't slow down until she stepped outside and took a deep breath.

"What the hell was that?" Dean fumed as he came out of the school. "Porno. Really? I've seen porno that is so far from porno it's not even funny."

"Please stop saying that word." Kathy said calmly. "Unless you want to explain to your not so little brother way his babies are repeating said word."

"After I tell him what those…" Dean looked down at Noah who was looking up at him. "Those, I can't really say what they are right now." He looked back at Kathy. "But you know."

Running her hand down Dean's cheek Kathy stretched up and kissed him. "I did what Hannah taught me to. Tell them what they think they need to hear, to keep them off our case. Now we should move away from the door, the bell's going to be ringing soon."

Dean let Kathy pull him away from the school. When the bell rang the doors burst open and kids came running out laughing and screaming. Emma suddenly squealed reaching her arms toward the school. Dean saw his sons and Ethan coming toward them. Dean noticed Logan was walking slightly slower, his head down. When the three boys reached them Kathy struggled to keep ahold of Emma as she reached for her oldest brother. Ethan gave her a quick kiss making the girl giggle even more.

"Alright everyone in the van." Dean said pulling the door open. He noticed Logan was the last one to climb in.

While Kathy made sure everyone was buckled Dean opened the driver's door. Before he could get in he heard someone calling. Turning he saw Mr. Church jogging toward them.

"I am so glad I caught you." Mr. Church said slightly out of breath. "I really wanted to say, well just about anything in that meeting. But well to be honest Mrs. French scares me slightly. In fact she's scared me ever since I was eight and she started at this school. I was really hoping she would be retired by the time I got back."

Dean smiled at the teacher. "You don't seem to be having trouble talking now."

Mr. Church laughed and relaxed completely. "I'm really sorry about everything. I really hope that Logan isn't in too much trouble. He really is a very talented artist."

"Yes he is." Kathy said jumping out of the back of the van, and closing the door. "And don't worry, he's not in trouble."

"Oh good." The smile on the young man's face grew. He then held out something to Dean. "I was able to keep them from seeing these. I'm pretty sure they would be able to find something wrong with them as well. Anyway I guess I'll see you both at parent's night."

"Unless I can get myself out of it." Dean said.

Mr. Church laughed then turned and headed back into the school. Kathy climbed in and over to the passenger seat while Dean got behind the wheel. A lot curious he opened the envelope the teacher had given him. Dean wasn't sure what he was looking at as he pulled out the sketches. Flipping through he stopped at one that looked a lot like him, but something was a little off.

"Logan."

"Yes sir."

"Come up here a minute." Dean listened to the seat belt click, then the shuffle of his son's feet. When the boy was kneeling beside him Dean turned the picture to him. "Who's this?"

"It doesn't matter." Logan mumbled.

Hooking his finger under his son's chin and tipping his face up Dean said. "It matter's to me."

Logan shrugged. "I'm not really good with object art, like clay, and sticks and stuff. So Mr. Church gave me an extra credit assignment to do." When the boy said nothing else Kathy ran her hand through his short hair making him look at her.

"What was the assignment?"

"To draw myself as I might look when I'm older." Logan answered then lowered his head again.

Dean again looked at the picture. "So this is you?"

"Yes sir."

Fanning the other pictures out Dean asked. "So who are all these others?"

"Kaden, Ethan, Noah, and Emma." Logan answered with a shrug. "I had time."

Dean now looked at the other sketches. His heart swelled with pride and a small pang of not wanting the kids to grow up so fast. Looking back down at his son Dean smiled. "These are awesome."

"I'm sorry you two had to come in." Logan said. "I don't even know what I did wrong."

Kathy leaned over and kissed the top of her son's head. "How about this. From now on anything you do for school, make sure everyone is fully clothed."

"I have no idea what that has to do with anything. But okay."

Dean laughed. "Get back in your seat."

As Logan stood he threw his arms around his father's neck. "Love you Dad."

"Love you too sport." As Logan made his way back to his seat, Dean started the van and looked at Kathy. "I think we just might stop by that frame shop on the way home."

"What for?" Kathy asked as her fingers ran over the rolled up paper on her lap.

Dean smiled putting the van in gear. "So we can replace that photo Dad took, with something even better."