Dean was typically a good sport when it came to April Fools Day. Being a man who could take it as well as he dished it out, April Fools day was one of his favorite days of the year.

But Casey was pushing his buttons since she had basically declared war.

He started his day off by being the recipient of a penis drawn on his face with her lipstick, so he got her back by cutting a hole in her tshirt while she was in the shower. She had followed up with putting Tabasco on his BLT, to which he retorted by putting a jalapeño in the quesadilla she asked him to make for her.

It wasn't just April Fool's Day. Somehow they'd turned what was supposed to be a fun day into a war, and she had pulled Brad into it.

"Hey, Dean. I know you're home with the missus and the baby, but I need you to fly in for SmackDown so you can defend your title in a tripe threat steel cage match."

"Seriously?"

"I'm dead serious. I am the general manager of RAW and, while Vickie has the flu, acting supervisor of SmackDown. So, I've booked your flight and you leave in an hour."

"Look here, you little shit. I'm home for the week, and I'm staying home for the week. If you have a problem with that, then you can suck my dick because-"

"April Fools! Casey said it would be funny and it was until you made it gay." Bran rambled before hanging up and Dean turned around in time for JJ to walk towards him.

"Look at you go, buddy. Let's go see what mommy is doing." He cooed as he picked up his twin and they went in search of Casey.

"Mama!"

"I'm in the kitchen, baby!" She called and Dean smirked. She was probably going to have a heart attack and ignore him for a year, but it may be worth it. "Bring your daddy because I want to apologize." It was then that he decided that his plan could wait.

"We took things really far, Dean. It went really far, really fast and I just wanted to give you these." Casey spoke softly before handing him a packet of papers that had her lawyer's name written on the front. "I'm sorry for wasting your time."

"These aren't..."

"Divorce papers. Yeah. Just- flip to the back and it'll explain why." Casey didn't look up from the stove because she was fighting the urge to break down into hysterical laughter as he flipped through the packet, still holding JJ.

'April Fools!' Was written in red sharpie across the back page and Dean nodded in appreciation.

"Damn, you're good."

"Yeah, because I could totally divorce you. You're my life, babe." Casey assured with a smile and Dean kissed her head before he carried JJ out to go lay on the couch.

"Plane!"

"You wanna play airplane?" Dean intentionally asked loudly so Casey would hear and JJ laughed as Dean tossed him up in the air and caught him, but stomped his foot on the ground at the same time. "Oh, shit."

"What the hell did you- oh."

"April fools, Case." Dean said with a grin as he sat up to look at her, JJ still in his arms.

"Mama!"

"We need to make a truce, I almost had a heart attack." Casey breathed and Dean smiled as he held his hand out.

"Truce?"

"Truce." Casey agreed and JJ put his hand on his parents' joined hands.

"Uce!"

Dean and Casey put JJ to bed together like they did every night when he was home. They'd pile in the rocking chair together, Casey holding JJ while she sat in Dean's lap, and he was holding whatever book they would read him as a bedtime story. Once the book was done, he was either already asleep or close to it, and then they'd lay him down in the crib and make sure he knew how loved he truly was.

"I feel like I bore him." Dean commented as they left the room and Casey looked up at him in confusion.

"How so?"

"He falls asleep so fast whenever I'm home."

"Babe, he likes your voice at bedtime. I do, too."

"You do?"

"It's soothing. But, babe, I have something that I need to tell you."

"Alright." Dean was more than prepared for yet another April Fools joke as they walked into their bedroom and she started getting into her pajamas.

"I'm pregnant again."

"That's a good one, Case." He said with a chuckle as he stripped down to his boxers and got into bed, missing the eye roll that he recovered from his wife.

"Let's see what you're saying in six months, fucker."