#schntgaispooked

Dean had taken to the worker, Ash, very quickly. He found the man fun, even though Ash hated working with kids. (He just did it because he needed a day job after getting kicked out of MIT).

But Dean also had a group of admirers. Three girls kept following him around as he explored the many activities. One of the girls was Anna; he couldn't forget her red hair. But the other girls were kind of freaking him out.

Finally, he had enough.

"Can you stop followin' me?" he asked.

The two girls he didn't know giggled.

"You're cute," one said. She had dark brown eyes and hair, and tan skin. Dean would have to admit that she was very pretty. "I'm Lisa. This is my cousin, Sarah."

"Hi?" Dean squeaked.

"I'm four," Sarah said. She didn't look like Lisa, so Dean didn't know how they were related, with Sarah's black hair and blue eyes.

"I'm three," answered the terrified boy. But then he remembered that he was a Winchester. He's not supposed to be afraid of girls. "My name is Dean Winchester. I'm new."

"We know," smiled Lisa. "I'm five." She glanced at Anna who was standing next to her. "And you know Anna, right? She's four just like Sarah is."

Dean nodded. "I saved her from Gabriel." He puffed out his chest, impressed with himself.

Anna blushed, her cheeks matching her hair. "Thanks."

Dean glanced at Gabriel, who was trying to steal a piece of candy from Becky's pocket. "Why's he like candy so much? Doesn't he know it's bad for him?"

Lisa shrugged. She looked slightly annoyed about talking about Gabriel. But before she could say anything, Anna butted in.

"That's 'cuz Uncle Jimmy doesn't care about Gabe and Cas."

"Who's Cas?" Dean asked, staring at the rest of the daycare kids.

"He's not in here," said Lisa. "He's probably with Ms. Jo."

Oh. So Cas was the crying kid he saw. But Dean didn't understand how a daddy didn't care about his sons. His daddy always told Dean that he loved him, even when he was getting into trouble.

Two children smaller than Dean suddenly ran through the line of girls, making them scream. One boy was skinny with a mop of brown hair on his head, while the other looked foreign.

"Garth! Kevin!" Lisa squealed, not happy with the way the boys had wrinkled her skirt when they ran by.

Dean laughed. Those boys looked like fun. Then his eyes widened when he saw the toys the two were playing with: Batman.