Dean Winchester · Y/n story by @AbbysKore

The August sun beat down on the backyard, turning the inflatable slide into a slick, shimmering beast. Streamers in red and blue sagged from the fence, and a cluster of eight-year-olds shrieked as they chased each other around the sprinkler.

Danny

pulling at your sleeve, face smeared with blue frosting Mom. Mom. Can I open the big one? The one from Uncle Mike? Please?

A burst of laughter from the other side of the yard—Sam, the other dad, had just taken a hose to the back of the birthday boy's best friend.

Rachel

from the kitchen, arms full of paper plates You expecting someone else? I thought we were done with the family invasion.