The constant drizzle wasn't letting up anytime soon. What a disappointing first day of school. He opened the closet and pulled out the old trench coat. He hadn't worn it in so long. But today he was wearing his well fitting black suit, and a brand new blue tie Kale and Dean had picked out for Castiel's "birthday" last week. Kale took issue with Castiel not having a birthday, so Castiel decided to choose the day he became human. It had been a whole year. And even after a year he wasn't used to the human feelings and emotions. Everything felt new and amazing, almost overwhelming. They'd had Kale for six months now, Sam had been gone for three. Everything had settled into place. Cas had gotten the job at the local high school. He was a human, with a husband, a child, a job, and looking to purchase a house. He'd been around since before man, but now he was a man. He was nervous for the first day of classes.

"Hey babe," Dean growled as he nuzzled Castiel's neck and put his arms around his waist, "I haven't seen that in forever." He took it from his hands and slid it over Castiel's arms. "There, look at you. Like the day I met you." He pulled Cas in by the lapels and kissed him. "I'm proud of you."

"And I'm proud of you, Dean."

They held each other just smiling for a while, just relishing being in the arms of love.

"Come on, I hear Grasshopper's alarm clock."

Kale had painted himself green and hopped around in the back yard a couple weeks ago, Dean had taken to calling him Grasshopper. He said they had to rent Karate Kid soon. Cas watched Dean bound up the stairs and heard Kale excitedly scream, "FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!"

"Go brush your teeth and I'll get the pancakes cookin', okay little man?"

"Aww it's raining!"

"I'll make special pancakes, okay? You can eat the rain clouds for breakfast."

"AWESOME!" he rushed off to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Castiel watched Dean mix cocoa powder into the batter, making it a delicious chocolate brown. Cas handed him a carton of blue berries from the fridge.

"You spoil the boy so," He laughed as he watched Dean pour cloud shaped pancakes on the hot griddle.

"We only got one of 'em, I want to keep him happy as a clam." He smiled over his shoulder at Cas.

"Who would have thought Dean Winchester would be winning Dad of the Year?"

"Who would have thought a fearsome angel of the lord would marry a dude and become a history teacher?" Dean countered. Cas gave him a good natured slap on his perfect ass.

"Are you going to be home for dinner tonight?"

"You bet! Gotta hear all about Kale's first day at school."

"Pancakes!" the boy leaped into his seat at the table and waited patiently.

"Besides, I told the boss I'd work Sunday's if I could be home for dinner every night. He said it was no problem. Actually I get about six extra hours a week in that way," He brought the steaming pile of rain cloud pancakes to the table, "Here you go grasshopper! Eat up those rain clouds, gotta get a good breakfast to be ready for your first day."

"Thanks, papa!"

They all sat down and ate the delicious hot cakes, Dean had to remind Kale to slow down twice he was so excited.

"What are you going to wear for your first day?" Cas asked him

"My Cap shirt!"

Dean laughed, "You should have never taken him to that movie, babe. He's going to give Steve Rogers a run for his money with all that enthusiasm."

Kale smiled at them, cheeks stuffed full of pancakes. Everyone laughed, they weren't going to let the bleak day get them down.

Cas helped Dean with the dishes as Kale got ready.

"He's taking a while, I'm going to go check on him. Can you finish these?"

"Sure," Cas said and kissed Dean softly. He liked doing dishes oddly, he never complained when it was his turn.

Dean knocked on Kale's door as he opened it, "Hey bud, everything alright?"

Kale was sitting on his bed, head hung low staring at his shoes.

"What's the matter, Grasshopper?"

"I'll be the only one who can't tie my shoes. What if they make fun of me?"

"I bet you can read the pants off of those kids though."

"But I can't tie my shoes!" he said, exasperated. "They'll think I'm a baby."

"Hey, you're working on it," he tried to think of something to help the boy, somehow telling him he didn't perfect his Latin exorcisms till he was 19 didn't seem that helpful. "Remember how Steve Rogers couldn't run as fast as everyone else?"

"Yeah…"

"But then he outsmarted them when they got to the flag pole challenge, right?"

"Yeah, but I'm not Steve Rogers, Papa!"

"No, you're Kale Winchester," He looked the boy in his matching green eyes, "and you're even better than Steve Rogers. It's in your soul to be great," he tapped the boy lightly on the chest.

"Even better than Cap?" he looked skeptical.

"A million times better! Ol' Steve-o couldn't hold a candle to you, kiddo."

"Can I be Captain America when I grow up?"

"You WILL be Captain America when you grow up. Now let's get those shoes tied!"

He and Kale tied the left one together; Kale did the right one by himself, a feat that had him feeling ready and excited for school again. He ran through the rain to the Impala and hopped in the back. Dean let him pick out his favorite cassette for the ride to school. Castiel fidgeted with his brief case in the front seat.

"Daddy, are you nervous?" the little voice piped up from the back seat.

"Yeah," he laughed nervously, "A little."

"Don't worry! I'll be right on the other side of the street!"

Dean laughed; the high school and elementary school were adjacent to each other. He dropped Cas and Kale off at the curb of the elementary school, "Good luck, boys!" The impala roared off, earning more than a few slack jawed stares in awe.

Cas reached down to take Kale's hand to bring him to his classroom.

"Ready?"

"Ready."