Hello my dear readers.

Okay so from the moment I started writing these I wanted to do one with Dean having to chaperon a field trip. My father took of many times to chaperon for me or my sisters. It was a total blast for us. Not to mention kids treated me different afterword. I guess in grade school a tall southern guy is a little scary. For me it was just Daddy spending the day with me. Anyway as much as I wanted to write this it turned out to be one of the hardest. After many, many, many rewrites this is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy it.

For the hundredth time, in less than an hour, Dean wandered what he'd done to deserve this punishment. Looking across the aisle he saw his thoughts mirrored on his brother's face. Behind them at least sixty or more kids were talking all at once, about who knew what. Dean even wandered if the kids knew. Looking at his watch, Dean groaned, only two minutes had gone by since the last time he looked. Leaning across the aisle Dean whispered to his brother.

"I blame you for this."

"Why me?" Sam asked. "You're the father."

"Yeah but you're the one that threatened the doctor last time." Dean pointed out. "That's why Hannah and Kathy insisted that we do this. So you couldn't go with Hannah for the twin's shots."

Sam glared at his brother but didn't bother to argue. The two again faced forward trying to block out the noises from behind them. When the bus finally stopped in front of the town's museum Dean forced down a grown. He'd been in houses that were bigger than this place. One of the teachers, Mrs. Long, stood waving at the kids. It took not only waving but some clapping and even more polite, 'Quiet down children', before the bus was silent.

"Alright now everyone knows the rules. No touching. Stay with your partners. Listen to the teachers, and parents. Now is there any questions?"

"Is this over yet?" Dean said under his breath. Only Sam seemed to have heard him, and agreed completely.

"All right then everyone out, single file."

All the kids instantly started to push and shove toward the front of the bus. They instantly stilled when Sam and Dean stood up. Now Dean knew why Mrs. Long had insisted that they sit in the front. Sam lead the kids off the bus, Dean took up the rear. Once inside Dean had to admit the place wasn't as bad as he first thought. Every little space was full of something. Mannequins with old clothes hanging on them. Old furniture piled with old books, and papers. Sprinkled amongst the displays were small plaques explaining what each item was and where it had come from. Moving beside his brother Dean whispered.

"Maybe we should have brought an EMF just in case."

"This is supposed to be a non-hunting outing Dean." Sam repeated word for word what Kathy had said to Dean that morning.

"At least she let me leave the house with my gun."

Sam smiled. "The girls aren't that mean." Looking around Sam's smile fell. "Dean where's the boys?"

"They just went upstairs with their partners. I still don't think it's fair they couldn't pick their own partners."

"They are supposed to be making new friends." Sam pointed out. "Why don't you head on up and check on them."

Nodding Dean headed up the stairs. It was slightly darker on the second floor. The rooms had been blocked by glass panels, so no one could enter and mess with the displays. Looking around Dean had a moment of worry when he didn't see his sons amongst the other kids. Then he saw that there was a third floor. Heading up he found that the top floor looked like one huge ball room. Instead of a disco ball, there was a huge chandelier right in the middle of the ceiling. Looking around he spied his sons and their partners.

"Hey you four." Dean called. He instantly noticed his son's bodies tense. The four turned and faced them the two partners smiling.

"Isn't this place great?" One said. Dean couldn't seem to remember the boy's name. His smile seemed genuine but when Dean got closer he saw it really wasn't. "Were we not supposed to come up here?"

"It's on the map." The other kid, Paul…no Carl, said. "Mr. Lewis told us to take notes on everything that was on the map."

Dean's eyes never left his son's faces when he smiled and said. "No you guys are fine. Just, you seemed to have rushed through the rest of the museum."

"We just decided to start at the top." Carl shrugged. "Isn't that right."

Dean truly did not like the look Carl flashed at Kaden. He also didn't like it when all Kaden did was nod.

"Well if you four are finished up here why don't you head on down stairs."

"Yes sir." Logan and Kaden said softly. The other two kids just shrugged and headed toward the stairs.

Dean was about to follow when a small group of kids came up the stairs. Seeing as he was a chaperon he guessed he should stay up here, at least until another adult showed up. Which seemed to take hours before one of the teachers and a parent came up the stairs. Dean slipped by them and back down the stairs. He searched the second floor and again didn't see his sons. Heading down to the main floor he found Sam still standing close to the main exit.

"What are you a door man now?"

"Pretty much. So far at least five kids have tried to slip out." Sam pointed to two kids sitting on the floor not far from the door. "Those two now have detention."

"Was any of those kids your nephews?"

"Of course not." Sam sounded totally offended that Dean would even suggest such a thing. "Why?"

"I honestly can't say." Dean looked around trying to spy the two familiar faces that was so dear to him. "Just a gut feeling."

"Dean."

"I know this isn't a hunt." Dean waved his hand at his brother. "This is a Dad gut feeling."

"Just ten more minutes." Mrs. Long called up the stairs. She walked over to Sam and Dean again a huge smile on her face. "I know I've already said this at least ten times but I am so glad you two were able to come. I mean we always have enough parent helpers. But usually just the mothers. It's so nice for the fathers to step in every now and then. Even better when an uncle volunteers."

Sam returned the smile. "We're happy to help."

"Is there another floor to this place? Or another exit?" Dean never looked directly at the woman as he asked, his eyes still searching.

"Well uhm yes there is at least two emergency exits but an alarm sounds if either is opened." Mrs. Long answered looking at Dean then Sam. "And there is a basement but it is closed for repairs. Why do you ask Mr. Winchester?"

"Just want to make sure the kids see everything." Sam answered for his brother. He could tell the woman didn't completely believe him, but she also didn't push him. She just gave a small shrug and went to check on the other parents. Sam finally looked at his brother. "They're probably just in a room somewhere. They probably went out one way as you went in another."

Dean went through the house again still not finding his boys. Mrs. Long called for everyone to exit the museum for lunch out on the lawn. When Dean stepped out of the building his eyes almost instantly went to his sons. Something was defiantly wrong. Locking eyes with Sam, Dean nodded toward the boys. Sam moved to stand just a few feet from them. As Dean moved closer he watched his boys. A feeling instantly came to him, one he hadn't had in many years. He positioned himself so he could watch his sons, but not look like he was watching them.

The boy Carl and what's his name was talking and laughing. Suddenly Carl reached over and snatched a bag of chips from a kid sitting near them.

"Don't do that." Kaden said giving Carl a stern look.

"And what are you going to do about it?"

Dean waited for his son's response but was very surprised when there wasn't one. The two boys laughed and the other kid gave a kid next to him a slight shove.

"Leave them alone." Logan's voice had a little more force in it then Kaden's had.

"You keep talking big, but in truth you're nothing. Come on I dare you to take a swing at me. I double dare you."

Again Dean was surprised to see his son slowly turn his back on the kid. Carl laughed slapping Logan hard in the back, causing him to lurch forward slightly. Kaden's hands clinched but he didn't do anything. Logan sat up and looked back at the bully. The two laughed now ignoring the brothers. Carl snagged an apple from Kaden took a bite then tossed it. Dean caught it without turning. All the kids around instantly went silent. Slowly turning Dean looked right at Carl.

"Were you aiming for the trash? Because you would have missed by a long shot. The trash is over there." Dean didn't even bother taking time to aim as he tossed the apple toward Sam, who from the gasps all around had also caught it. Dean didn't drop his glare until one of the teachers called that it was time to clean up and head back to the bus.

Dean didn't like how both his boy's head were hanging down even lower now. The ride back to the school was eerily quiet. School was almost over so the kids headed back to their classes to get their bags. As Sam went to get Ethan, Dean leaned on the wall across from his son's classrooms. As he watched a big kid came walking down the hall.

"You're big for a fifth grader."

"Look who's talking." Dean sized the kid up, instantly not liking him.

"I'm here to get my kid brothers." The kid leaned on the wall next to Dean. "And let me tell you this is beyond a drag. I had a real hot date lined up, but nope had to come pick up the brats."

A boy ran down the hall slamming into the older kid. "Hey Mitch guess what?"

"What?"

"I almost had him crying today. I would have too if Mark hadn't gone on that field trip."

Mitch ruffled the kid's hair and laughed. "There's always tomorrow Matt. I can't wait to hear the fun Mark and Carl had."

The words quickly registered in Dean's mind. Carl had been Kaden's partner. Mark had been Logan's. That long ago felt feeling that had crept up on Dean had been the same one he used to get when Sam was being bullied. This thought instantly sent anger through Dean. Slowly turning he looked over the kid Mitch. He must have been at least fifteen or more. From the way it sounded he was proudly teaching his brothers how to be bullies. The door to the classrooms opened and the kid Mark shoved his way out.

"Hey buddy have fun?"

"A blast." Mark laughed then glanced at Dean, who instantly wanted to wipe that grin off the kids face. "I'll tell you everything on the way home."

Dean didn't stop to think when he slowly turned, arms crossing his chest, eyes locking on the older kid. "No, why don't you tell him right now. Because I think I'd really like to hear this."

Mitch tried to mirror Dean, he didn't quite make it. "And who the hell are you?"

Out of the corner of his eye Dean could see Logan and Kaden. Taking a step closer to Mitch and lowering his voice to a dangerous volume Dean said. "I'm their father, and I'm pretty sure I don't like what's been going on."

"S…so what are you going to do about it?" Mitch tried to sound big but it didn't quite work when his voice squeaked.

Dean's lips slowly curled into a lethal smile. "I'm going to let you and your little brother's stew on everything I can do." Dean shifted his coat just enough so the older kid could see the large knife strapped under his arm. Mitch's eyes widened and he took a step back.

"Is there a problem?" Mrs. Long asked stepping out of the room.

Straightening Dean flashed his best smile at the teacher. "Not a one. Just having a little talk with this young man about teaching his younger siblings the proper way to act."

"You're wasting your breath Mr. Winchester." Mrs. Long looked down her nose at the three brothers. "I hate to say it but those three are nothing but bad."

"Oh I don't know about that." Dean looked back at the brothers. "I think they just might have found the right path. Right boys?" The look Dean fixed on them he usually only used on vampires, werewolves, or the occasional bad witch. In this instance it worked just as well. The three boys jumped slightly letting out squeaks before turning and running from the school. When Dean turned back to the teacher his flirty smile was back on. "It was a pleasure to spend the day with you Mrs. Long."

"You as well Mr. Winchester, and please tell your brother thank you."

"Will do." Dean put his hands on his son's shoulders and nudged them toward the front of the school. Nothing was said until they reached the car. Dean moved ahead of them leaning against the car, he asked. "Was there something you two needed to tell me?"

"No sir."

"You sure about that?"

Kaden glanced at his brother who was still looking at the ground. Sighing Kaden raised his head and said. "It only happened a couple times."

"Kaden." Logan hissed

"Logan tried to stop it but he was afraid a teacher would see. The principal here is a real hard, to the book kind of guy. Well remember Logan got that pretty bad bruise on his shoulder."

"Of course I remember." Dean said crossing his arms. "I was there when he flew into a tree."

Kaden nodded. "Well we were both worried that if he, or we did anything, and we got sent to the office someone might somehow see it. So far just this year seven kids have been taken from their families for one thing or another." Kaden finally stopped talking instantly deflating. "We didn't want to take a chance."

"So you let a couple bullies, bully you because you were afraid of what might happen."

"Yes sir."

"That's all well and good, but it doesn't explain why you didn't tell me."

"Sorry sir."

Sighing Dean knelt down so he could look up into his son's faces. "I don't want you to be sorry. I just want you both to trust me."

"We do."

Dean smiled. "Then next time come to me. I have a lot of experience with bullies. Deal?"

"Deal."

Standing Dean opened the back door. "Now hop in, here comes Sam and Ethan." Logan and Kaden climbed in to the back seat. Ethan paused long enough to grin at his uncle before jumping into the backseat. By the time Dean closed the backdoor and was opening the driver's door Ethan was on probably his tenth question.

"What all did you see? Did you have fun Uncle? Daddy said it was interesting."

"That's one way of describing it." Dean interjected.

"Were they good?" Ethan whispered. Dean glanced in the rearview mirror and laughed. His nephew was asking his cousins the question.

"And what is that supposed to mean squirt?"

Ethan shrugged. "I heard Mommy and Aunty say that you and Daddy had better be good."

"We were good." Sam said nudging his brother. "Let's just go home."

Dean started the car and pulled out of the school parking lot. Even with the roar of the car, and the music he could hear his nephew continuing to ask question. He suddenly listened a little closer when he heard Ethan say.

"Recess was hard."

"Yeah we know." Logan put his arm around his cousin.

"Did they try anything?"

"Yeah Eth they tried." Logan answered. "But don't worry I think things will get better."

"You didn't get in trouble did you?" The fear in Ethan's voice was clear.

Logan shook his head. Ethan looked at Kaden who also shook his head.

"Let's just say they witnessed just how awesome our dads are." Logan looked up and locked eyes with Dean in the rearview mirror. "You shouldn't be bothered anymore."

Dean glanced at Sam who had obviously heard the same thing. They exchanged a quick glance then smiled. Maybe there was another reason their wives decided they needed to go.