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Monday
Dean tops up the car’s washer fluid when he’s done, because he’s nice like that. He closes the hood with a satisfying clunk and puts the bottle on the side.
The black Mustang could use a bit of a touch up on the paint work, but that’s not up to him. They only paid him to fix the brakes. Still, it’s a nice car.
The paperwork, he’s not so fond of, but its all part of the job, which he loves very much.
When Mr. Taylor comes in at the end of his shift looking for his vehicle, Dean gives him the short briefing, which the man pretends to understand - perhaps a side effect of his male pride - and passes over the keys.
After, he heads into the back to scrub away the grease and oil in the shower, only somewhat successfully, and changes into his jeans and t-shirt, throwing on a flannel before shoving his work clothes in a rucksack to wash when he gets home.
“Hey, Frankie,” he calls, poking his head into his boss’s office, “I’m all finished up. See you tomorrow.”
“Thanks Dean-o, I appreciate it,” the gruff man replies kindly.
“See ya Dolly,” hey yells over the booming garage radio. The woman rolls out from under the Toyota she’s working on and props herself up to look at him.
“That time already, huh?”
“Sure is.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He sends her a two fingered salute. “Yeah, you too.”
Cas and Sam have been on his case about walking more often - both in the interest of his health and the planet. Personally, Dean thinks he’s saved the planet enough to get a free pass, but he finds himself strolling the streets of Lebanon every morning and every afternoon anyway.
Though he’ll never admit it, he actually really likes it.
It takes him about ten minutes to reach the elementary school, where Jack bounds up to him, bombarding him with tales of his day before he’s even within arm’s reach.
“I take it school was good,” he asks, patting his son’s shoulder.
“I know how to hop-scotch now,” he states proudly, then proceeds to show him right there on the sidewalk. “Look, Papa!”
“Very good, Jack,” he smiles fondly.
“Your turn!” Jack declares.
“I don’t know about that,” he grumbles.
Jack tugs on his sleeve. “Come ooon!”
“I think you’re gonna have to teach me, first.”
Despite his resistance, Dean really doesn’t mind indulging his son in things that made him so happy.
When they get in, Miracle jumps up at them, serenading them with her loud barks. She follows them into the living room and curls up next to Jack while Dean leaves his son in front of an episode of Scooby Doo (a rerun, not one of those crappy remakes), while he slices up an apple to put in a bowl to give to him.
While the episode runs, he puts on a load of washing and just about manages to catch the end, when Scooby and the gang hand the bad guy over to the cops and he says the famous line.
When it’s done, they take Miracle for a short walk around the block. She’s a complete bundle of energy as she usually is at this time. Unfortunately, it’s not one of the days Sam has to work from home, so she hasn’t been taken out since first thing this morning.
As four-thirty rolls around, Jack starts to get a little giddy. Dean’s in the kitchen cooking up some macaroni cheese and soon, Cas will be home.
Just as he hears keys turning in the lock, Jack runs into the hall. Dean can hear his squeals over the extractor fan.
Cas walks into the kitchen with Jack on his hip. “Hello, Dean,” he greets warmly, “it smells wonderful in here.”
“Dinner’s gonna be in about an hour.”
Cas places Jack at the table by his colouring book and walks up to Dean, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “How was work?”
“Not bad, you?”
“Long. I’m going to try and get some marking done before dinner.”
“I’ll call you down.”
After eating dinner together, they let Jack tire himself over his train set, laughing fondly as he makes the little trains drive themselves with his powers. He’s not allowed to use them at school, so he likes to use them during the times that he can.
Cas later bathes the boy and puts him to bed, while Dean cleans up after dinner.
He’s drying the last pan when Cas’s arms loop around his middle. “He’s asleep.”
Dean leans into him as he kisses his neck. “Any trouble?”
“You know he never is.”
“Have you got much more work to do this evening?”
“A couple of lesson plans, but I got most of it done at school. Are you gonna be alright without me for a couple of hours?”
“I’m sure I’ll survive.”
He comes down after Dean’s binged through three episodes of ‘Doctor Sexy MD,’ bringing him a mug of tea and sitting down beside him. Dean moves his socked feet to rest on his husband’s lap and passes over the remote. He puts on an episode of ‘Blue planet’ and settles back into the cushions.
Dean long ago admitted he’s actually quite fond of Cas’s nature documentaries.
They head up to bed, the same as every other day, at ten o’clock; brush their teeth, change their clothes and climb under the covers, both too tired to read.
Tuesday
Sunlight seeps through the gap between the curtains, creating a mosaic of golden glow on the facing wall.
Morning brings with it crusty eyes and the general lack of willpower to get out of bed, but that’s just like every other day.
Like every other day, the arm around his waist keeps him grounded and the nose exhaling evenly on his neck warms him to the core.
It’s six fifty-five, meaning his alarm will sound in five minutes, so for that time, he wraps the arm with his own and holds the hand tight, closed eyes pressed into the pillow.
Seven o’clock is rudely announced in no time at all and he reaches out to turn off the obnoxious beeping. Miracle licks his face.
“Down, girl,” he commands tiredly. She jumps down and sits patiently by their door.
The head behind his nuzzles deeper into his neck. “Good morning.”
“Mornin’ sunshine,” he smiles, rolling over, “we have to get up now.”
“Is that really necessary?” Cas grumbles.
“I have work. So do you,” he finishes, kissing his husband on the cheek. “I need to take Miracle out and make breakfast. Why don’t you start by getting dressed and waking Jack? You’ve got that meeting today, as well.”
Cas groans, “right, I forgot, I start half an hour earlier than usual.”
“Yes you do, Sweetheart, come on,” he forces himself out from under the duvet an checks his phone - no new messages, “I don’t know why you’re finding this so hard, you don’t even have to sleep, you choose to.”
“It’s comfortable and I’ve spent several millennia without the need too resist it. I’m poorly practiced.”
“Stop being a wuss and wake up your son.”
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“Papa, please may you pass me the syrup?” Jack asks politely across the kitchen table.
Dean grabs the bottle and passes it over, “there you go, buddy.”
“Thank you,” he grins sweetly.
“Dean, this was wonderful,” Cas praises, rising from his seat to put his empty plate in the dishwasher, “I should get going now, I don’t want to be late.”
Dean stands to straighten the man’s tie. “I’ll see you later,” he says, pecking him on the lips, “Don’t forget, Sam and Eileen are coming over this evening.”
“They come over every Tuesday, how could I ever forget? They only live three doors down.”
“I know. Have fun at school.”
“I doubt that,” he grins, once again kissing his husband goodbye. “Have a good day at the garage.”
“Love you.”
“Bye bye, Daddy,” Jack pipes up from his seat, his plate now empty aside from some splattering of maple syrup.
Cas leans down to kiss his hair. “Goodbye, Jack. Be good at school today.”
“I will, Daddy.”
Without much further fuss, Cas is out the door on his cycle ride to the high school.
“Hey, snack-a-jack, you can lick your plate, if you want; I won’t tell.”
The boy giggles and lifts the sticky plate to his mouth. Dean will put in the extra effort getting him clean and ready for school if it means letting him be happy.
“Alright, upstairs, now, I’m timing you. Five minutes and thirty-two seconds to beat.”
Jack sets off up the stairs at a sprint while Dean puts on his work boots and grabs the keys, all while keeping an eye on his watch.
“I’m ready!” Jack squeals, skidding to a halt at the front door.
“Five twenty-nine - high-five, buddy, new record!”
As with any other day, he walks Jack to the front of his elementary school, walking him in to greet the teachers, before setting a course for the garage.
He waves at the grey-haired woman with the poodle outside the florist, as usual, as well as the postman on his daily rounds.
It’s a shame not to use Baby much anymore, but the walks serve as a reminder that they’re not hunting anymore - not driving hours upon hours for salt’n’burns or something worse. At least she still gets used to visit Jody, Donna and the girls up in Sioux Falls and Minnesota, though, come to think of it, they haven’t done that in a while.
At the end of his shift, he takes the same route back to the elementary school to collect his son and then back home.
When he gets home with his little boy, the pair of them bake a pie, which is sitting in the oven when Cas gets home, grumbling about all the marking he still has to do.
Jack throws himself at his Uncle Sam when the man arrives, wife in tow. “Missed you, Uncle Sammy!”
The tall man slings the boy around so that he’s perched on his hip. “Hey, buddy. What do you mean you missed me, you waved at me this morning on your way to school?”
“It’s not the same,” he pouts.
“We saw each other properly two days ago.”
“Saaam!”
“I know, Jack, I missed you, too,” he chuckles fondly and lifts the giggling boy by his armpits to swing him around before putting him on the floor.
Next, Jack runs up to Eileen, showing off his ASL skills with a ‘hello Auntie Eileen.’ She crouches down to give him a hug.
Seated round the table, digging into Dean’s homemade lasagne, Jack chirps, “I love it when we’re all together.”
“Yeah, me too,” says Cas. Dean nods along agreeably.
“I like it when we’re happy,” the boy states very seriously.
“We are happy, baby,” Dean hums, reaching across the table to ruffle his hair.
“Even if it is Tuesday,” Sam sighs lightheartedly.
“Man, you and Tuesdays.”
Tonight, Cas washes up, while Dean takes Sam to the backyard patio with the pie. Eileen and Jack are crouched at the back of the garden by the pond pointing out all the different wildlife.
When Cas joins them outside, Jack bounds up to him. “Daddy, I found a frog!” He drags Cas with him back to the pond and calls Dean and Sam to join. Eileen, of course, had already seen the frog and is instead tucking into her slice of apple pie.
Jack goes to bed before Sam and Eileen leave, though not without squeezing them tight and making them promise to be back soon.
Once they have left, Dean and Cas head upstairs for the night. Like they do every other night.
Wednesday
Dean wakes before his alarm again and basks in the morning ambiance.
The alarm goes off at seven and they get out of bed, Miracle close at their heels.
He flicks on the radio and removes the frying pan from it’s hook.
Jack scuttles down minutes later muttering about the ‘yummy smells,’ with Cas close on his tail.
His husband comes up behind him, kissing his jaw. “Can I help?”
“You can put some bread in the toaster.”
“Of course.”
“Hey, Jack, How many eggs do you want?”
“Just one, please. With a runny yolk.”
“You got it.”
When they’re all finished up, Cas washes up and gets dressed for work while Dean and Jack watch a short cartoon.
“Goodbye. I’ll see you both this afternoon,” Cas announces, poking his head round the living room door.
As he does everyday, Dean stands to peck him on the lips and undoes the top button of Cas’s pale blue shirt. “That’s better,” he smirks, “love you.”
“I know. Have fun at work.”
“You too,” he grins, once again kissing his husband goodbye.
“Bye bye, Daddy,” Jack giggles. Just like every other day, Cas kisses his hair before cycling to work.
Once the front door shuts, his phone rings. It rings once. Then twice. Then, just as he’s about to pick it up, it cuts off. He checks to see who it was, but there doesn’t appear to be a trace that the phone ever rang in the first place.
“Papa, can you time me while I get dressed?”
Dean shakes away his confusion and smiles at his little boy watching him with wide eyes. “Of course, I can, bud.” He holds his watch exaggeratedly in front of his face. “Three… two… one… go!”
Like every morning, Jack sprints off up the stairs to his room.
He glances at his blank phone screen again and decides to forget about it. He’s got better things to do.
Jack talks his ear off on the way to school and greets his teachers enthusiastically.
On the way to work, Dean waves at the woman with the poodle and tips his cap at the postman.
Today, some guy drops off a baby-blue VW camper van with an engine that’s completely fucked and a rusted paint job. Vans have never been his thing, but he can’t wait to get his hands on it. He likes a challenge and this one could take weeks.
The evening afterwards is quiet. When Cas gets home, the three of them head out to the dog park and playground, before settling in for another quiet evening.