For Kalli.

I own only the made-up characters and nothing more.

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When Dean crawled into his wife's bed in the middle of the night, he was completely expecting the kissing and the hitting. He knew that she was pissed that he'd left and glad that he was home safe. As the smacking his arms died down a little bit, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her passionately before she pushed on his chest a little with her palms and he pulled away. Dean wasn't quite sure what she was doing, but when he found her hands slipping down to get his pants off he smirked.

"The kids are most definitely sleeping." Kyla whispered. "I am mad at you, you son of a bitch."

"I can tell." Dean told her with a chuckle and helped her to get his jeans off.

Kyla nodded. "I bet you can. Hey this is going to sound kinky and weird but you gotta keep most of your clothes on—just in case a kid has a nightmare and needs to sleep between us."

"It's 2:48 in the morning." Dean replied as he looked at their alarm clock. "They all have to be deep, deep asleep by now."

"For now—Trevor told all the kids your stupid camp ghost story." Kyla told him, making a face at him that he couldn't see in the dark. "So keep most of your clothes on or you're not getting laid."

Dean chuckled again, making Kyla smile. "You know I only let you boss me around because you put out, right?"

Kyla rolled her eyes. "Oh, ha, ha, Dean Winchester—you love me…it's the one and only reason you deal with me."

Dean nodded and kissed his wife softly. "I do love you, Woman…most of my clothes on it is."

Kyla smiled at him and pressed her body to his, Sam taking a deep breath before he climbed into bed with his wife. He knew that Kalli was going to be furious with him for leaving, but he also knew her well enough to also know the exact reaction that he was going to get from her. When he climbed into bed after pulling his pants off and discarding his jacket and button-up so he was in only boxers and a T-shirt, he found Kalli immediately crawling into his arms. She would yell at him at a later time, but for now she wanted the contact with his warm, live body.

"You are in some serious trouble, Mister." Kalli told him, smacking his peck a little with her fist.

He nodded and kissed the top of her head. "I know I am."

Kalli took a deep breath. "You're going to need to talk to Noah."

"About what?" Sam asked, genuinely worried about his youngest son.

Kalli shrugged a little bit. "Trevor told him a ridiculous ghost story and Kyla scared all of them, making Noah wet himself—Hunter isn't letting him live it down, so you need to talk to him too."

Sam laughed a little and Kalli hit him again. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's not supposed to be funny and I bet for him it was traumatizing—I'll talk to him about it soon."

Kalli smiled and kissed him softly. "Good."

Kalli kissed her husband again and cuddled up with him, kissing him as he held her close. They both fell asleep peacefully in each others arms, waking up the next morning—a Saturday—and while Kalli cleaned the house, Kyla used some Bisquik to make some pancakes. Sam went in and sat next to his youngest son's bed, stroking his hair and smiling at him when he woke up. Sam took Hunter, Trevor and Noah on a walk that morning while Kalli cleaned and Kyla cooked, Dean having to deal with his daughters. When Trevor pointed out a sign for drag car race sign-ups, Hunter got excited.

"Daddy! I wanna do that!" Hunter exclaimed.

"I could help you with your car!" Trevor exclaimed. "It could be really fun."

Hunter nodded. "Yeah! Noah shouldn't do it though—he'll pee his car."

"Hunter!" Sam chastised, picking up Noah as he started to pout and Trevor laughed. "That wasn't very nice, now apologize to your brother."

"I'm sorry, Noah." Hunter told his brother with a sigh.

Trevor nodded. "Me too."

Sam smiled because he knew that had Trevor been more like Dean, that apology never would have come. Even though Trevor was Dean's only son, Sam knew that in the long run Trevor was taking after his mother's more gentle qualities. He did have some Dena traits in him, but mostly Trevor knew when he was taking something too far and he always apologized when he needed to. Sam took Hunter over to sign him up for the drag car race, Noah shaking his head profusely when Sam asked him if he wanted to do it—because he could if he wanted too. Sighing, Sam took the boys back home for some breakfast, hanging around outside for a little bit with Noah.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Buddy." Sam told him. "Lord knows I peed myself a few times when I was little and I don't do it anymore. It's just a function that happens sometimes when we're scared—your brother will get over it too, okay? Don't let him upset you."

"I didn't mean to pee—Aunt Kyla scared me." Noah said. "I thought she was the ghost coming to eat me! Even though she was supposed to eat Rose first!"

Sam smiled a little and nodded. "I'm sure she would have eaten Rosie first—ghosts rarely do what they shouldn't."

Sam knew that wasn't actually true of real live ghosts, but he didn't want his kids to know about hunting. Noah just nodded and Sam kissed the top of his head, taking him inside to eat some breakfast. Maybe this Saturday would turn out fairly good…maybe.