A/N: I asked my friend to give me a word prompt for this, and she said "destiel". So... Here's my attempt at pre-series Destiel.

They were living in a motel, somewhere west of Lawrence, where John could hunt a yellow-eyed demon and Dean could go to preschool and Sammy could stay in a daycare run by hunters, and they could all be safe.

John was a huge fan of keeping his boys safe. From all kinds of monsters.

Dean was lying on the floor, coloring with crayons when John walked in.

"Whatcha drawing, Deano?" He asked his oldest boy.

"My guardian angel," Dean replied, holding up the paper for John to see. It was a faceless blob, with not much of a definitive shape, save for a trenchcoat and two black wings.

"What's the angel's name?" John asked.

"Cas," Dean told him, grinning.

John nodded. "Well, she looks beautiful."

Dean glared at him. "He, Daddy. Cas is a he, and he's very handsome."

John resisted the urge to rip up the drawing. He could hardly call himself homophobic, but his son was four. He did not need to be flirting with imaginary, male angels. Not now, anyway. Not while they were safe.

A/N: So, yeah, there's that. I hope you liked it. Please review!