What God Wants

"Because you're a kid and we don't want you hurt."

"I killed the Devil." Mark repeated, enunciating each word like Sam was stupid. Gabriel snorted, trying to hide the laugh in his hand.

Sam held back a smile. "And you sound just like your papa."

Dean chuckled. "He does have a point, Sam... But I agree with your Daddy, Mark. I love you a lot, and I promise we'll take you out on a hunt someday, but this monster - we don't know what it is. I'd prefer to start you off with a ghost or a werewolf - that's what daddy and I started off on."

Mark pouted. "But I killed the devil, isn't that harder than anything else?"

"It is. But you had your powers. Remember Uncle Cas put them away, to keep the demons away from you."

"I still have a little." He said, making his fork hover in the air to make his point.

"But not enough," Gabriel said gently. "We want you safe, okay? I want you Safe."

Mark looked over at Gabriel for a moment then nodded. "Okay."

Dean looked at Gabriel gratefully. "Anyway, Louisiana is a fun place. While me and Daddy are locked up reading stuffy old lore books Gabriel can take you out to see some awesome sights." Dean offered.

"Like a swamp?" He asked, perking up.

Dean shrugged. "I don't see a problem with that, as long as he doesn't let you get eaten by an alligator."

His eyes widened in fear. "Gabey would have to save me."

Dean chuckled and eyed Gabriel. "Don't let him get eaten."

Gabriel saluted him. "I'll take care of him."

Dean smirked a little and reached over, squeezing Sam's hand. "See? Got it dealt with now. Everyone's happy, right?"

Sam smiled softly and nodded. "Yeah, it'll be fine."

Dean leaned over and pressed a kiss behind Sam's ear. "Hey, we'll talk tonight," He promised.

Sam nodded again and kissed him gently before going back to eating, a significantly smaller portion.

Dean sighed softly and reached over, squeezing his knee. He finished his plate and stood, leaning over and kissing Sam's ear. He whispered so no one else could hear, "I got the pill - You'd better make sure you got enough calories so you don't pass out on me tonight, Sammy. If this works I'm fucking you senseless."

Sam blushed and smiled softly before barely nodding.

"Can I have candy now?" Mark asked when his plate was empty from everything but the meat.

"Can you finish a little more?" Dean asked.

"I don't like how the meat tastes, papa."

"What's wrong with it?" Dean worried, walking to make sure it was cooked.

He shrugged, "it just... brown. I like chicken sometimes."