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Jack hated when his daddy and papa fought with each other. It made them sad (even though they pretended they were only angry), and that made Jack sad and scared.

One day when him and his best friend, Clark, were hanging out and talking about their families, the human boy mentioned that his mom and dad got divorced when he was a little boy. He told Jack he couldn't remember much from the time before they were separated, but from what he could remember, he said they fought. A lot.

Jack hadn't known what that word meant at first, but once he researched it online and found out what it was, he thought about it every time Sam and Dean fought. Especially when their fights went over a week. Like the one they were currently in.

He didn't know what they were fighting about, but whatever it was must have been really bad, because daddy had been sleeping in his old bedroom lately. That was also something Clark said happened with his parents before they got divorced, too. This was also the first time Jack had ever seen his parents sleep in separate bedrooms, which scared him even more than all of the other times they've fought.

They tried to act like nothing was wrong when he was around, but whether he was little or big, he could see and feel the tension between them. Alongside not sleeping in the same room anymore, they didn't give each other morning kisses anymore, and they didn't spend more than a few minutes in the same place together unless it was absolutely necessary.

As much as Jack didn't want to believe that his parents would actually end up getting divorced like Clark's, he couldn't deny what he'd been seeing with his own two eyes. Much as it made Jack's tummy hurt to think about.

Jack sighed in frustration and pushed the garbage truck that he'd been idly driving across his road play mat away from himself. He was waiting for his daddy to come back and continue playing with him, but he was taking forever from taking that stupid phone call he'd gotten. Jack would never understand how grown-ups could spend so long talking on the phone. Just thinking about it was almost enough to bore Jack to sleep.

Patience completely worn through, Jack grabbed his pink teddy–Cuddles–before getting to his feet and walking out of the playroom. He didn't know where his daddy had gone to answer his phone, so he checked the man's old room first. When he didn't find him there, he moved on to check the bathroom. Then when he didn't find him there either, the little Nephilim headed down the hallway towards the war room, where he finally heard the sound of his daddy's voice as he got closer. He stopped dead in his tracks just as he reached the threshold between the war room and hallway, however, when he heard the next words come out of his daddy's mouth.

"I'm just not sure, Jody." Sam exhaled a deep, troubled sigh from where he stood leaning up against the war table with his back to Jack and his phone to his ear. "I don't know if I can do it anymore."

Jack felt his heart drop into his tummy at those words. He clutched Cuddles even tighter to his chest, lip wobbling as tears instantly sprang to his eyes. Before his daddy could notice him, Jack turned and ran back down the hall. Instead of heading back to the playroom, though, he made a beeline for his bedroom.

He couldn't believe what he just heard–didn't want to believe what he'd heard–but what else but divorce could his daddy have been talking about?

Jack slammed his door behind him and threw himself onto his bed, curling into a ball underneath his favorite pink blankie with his face pressed into Cuddles' soft belly as he finally let himself cry.

Because his vision had been obscured by unshed tears and his thoughts lost to his parents' soon-to-be separation, Jack hadn't noticed the older Winchester brother see him run visibly upset into his bedroom.

Dean had been on his way to the kitchen to grab a snack and a beer when he saw Jack run into his room looking on the verge of tears. Worry instantly consumed the man, and in the next second he was in front of his son's door knocking.

"Jack? Hey, what's goin' on, bug?"

When he didn't get a response except for the muffled sounds of sobbing behind the door, Dean tried again.

"Jack, I really need you to talk to me, monkey."

"G-go 'way!"

Before Dean could respond to that, Sam appeared from the other end of the hall.

"Dean, what's going on here?" Sam asked, a furrow between his brows and a concerned frown on his face as he came to a stop beside the older man.

"I have no idea. I was just comin' out to grab something from the kitchen when I saw him run into his room lookin' all upset. Tried getting him to tell me what's wrong, but he just told me to 'go away'."

Sam's frown deepened and he raised his hand to knock on the door just as Dean had. "Jack, ducky, can daddy and papa come in, please?"

"N-no! Go 'w-'w-'way!"

Sam looked at Dean, and in the span of they came to an agreement without even needing to utter a word.

"I'm sorry, bubba, but we're coming in," Sam said, before gripping the doorknob and turning it.

In the middle of the bed was a shaking, fuzzy ball of pink, sobbing much more obvious now that the two men were standing in the room. The sight broke their hearts, and they wasted no time moving forwards. Dean took a seat on the bed to Jack's right, while Sam took the boy's left.

"Please talk to us, love bug," Sam pleaded, laying a hand on Jack's trembling back over the blanket and rubbed slow, soothing circles. "You know you can always tell, daddy and papa whenever something's wrong."

"Your daddy's right, bug. You never have to be scared of telling us anything," Dean added, voice gentle and reassuring.

After a few moments of silence, Jack finally pulled the blanket off his head and lifted his face from his teddy's belly and peered up at his parents. He was no longer crying as hard as before, but tears clung his eyelashes and cheeks, and there was a visible wet patch on the pink fur of his stuffed friend.

"There's that sweet face," Sam softly murmured with a small smile, brushing the fallen hairs out of the boy's eyes. "You ready to tell us what's going on, ducky?"

"I... I hear'ed what you was sayin' to Gramma Jody on the phone."

Sam blinked in confusion, glancing over at Dean to see a similar expression on his face.

"Um, what did you hear me say exactly, love bug?"

Jack's lip wobbled and a few tears escaped his eyes. "Y-you say'ed th-that you c-couldn' do i-it no mo-mores."

Sam felt even more confused now.

"I don't think I understand, dove. Why did hearing that upset you?"

Jack's face crumpled. "A'cause you d-don' wanna be with p-papa no mooooores!" He wailed brokenly, a flood of tears streaming down his cheeks. "Y-y-you're g-gonna di–huh–di'borce hiiiiim!"

"What?!"

"Whoa, wait a minute!"

Sam and Dean both exclaimed in unison, eyes wide in bewilderment as they looked back and forth between their son and each other. Neither of them knew what to say for a moment, completely stunned to silence by what Jack said, but together they helped the sobbing little boy into an upright position and pulled him into their arms. They just held and rocked him together, uttering nonsensical words of comfort into his ears, until he was calm enough to speak and understand what they were saying.

"Jack, baby boy, what made you think I was going to–to divorce papa?" Sam gently asked, pushing Jack just far enough back so him and Dean could look him in the eye.

Jack sniffled, rubbing the back of his hand under his runny nose. Sam would normally admonish him for that, but given the current circumstances, he would let it slide this time.

"A'cause y-yous been fightin' and not sleepin' in the same bed no mores. A-an' don' give each others kissies an' don' like spendin' t-time t'gethers no m-mores." Jack swallowed hard, desperately fighting not to burst into full blown tears again. "Th-tha's what happened t'Clark's mama an' da-daddy. They foughts an' f-foughts 'til they g-got'ed di'borced."

A wave of guilt washed over the two Winchesters at their son's explanation. They really had tried keeping him seeing their issues, but they clearly hadn't done a very good job at it.

"Oh, ducky. I am so, so sorry we scared you into thinking that."

"Extremely sorry, baby."

"But we can assure you that that's not at all what's going on."

Jack between them in suspicion. "W-what 'bout what daddy was talkin' 'b-'bout with Gramma Jody?"

"Gramma Jody was asking me if I wanted to join her and the girls on a hunt they're leaving for tomorrow, and I told her that I didn't think I could keep going on hunts and leaving you and papa behind."

"You did?"

Sam looked over at Dean, who looked both surprised and touched.

"Yeah," Sam breathed, aiming a genuine but somewhat sheepish smile at the older man. "I, uh... I've had a lot of time to think about things over the past week."

Dean opened his mouth to respond but Jack beat him to the punch.

"Oh. So, you an' papa are really stayin' t'gether? No di'borce?"

Sam nodded. "That's right, love bug. No divorce. Your papa and I love each other very much and would never think about separating. All couples fight sometimes. It's perfectly normal."

The brothers watched as their son's shoulders lost the tension he'd been carrying, expression relaxing into what could only be described as relief.

"Plus, daddy and me technically can't get divorced from each other."

Jack tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy, eyes traveling to meet Dean's. "Huh? What you mean, papa?"

"While daddy and me may be in a relationship together, we're not actually married. By law, I mean."

"Then how come everybody always says yous are?"

Sam shared an amused look with Dean before returning his gaze to Jack. "Well, we've been together for practically our whole lives, so it's basically like we are married."

Understanding finally came over Jack's face. "Ohhhh."

"Yup. So, you got nothin' to worry about, bug." Dean threw his right arm around Sam's shoulders and pulled him close to his face, planting a wet, noisy kiss on the younger man's cheek. "Your daddy's stuck with me forever."

Sam huffed a laugh. "And I wouldn't have it any other way." He leaned in and pressed his lips to Dean's in the first lip-to-lip kiss they've shared in a week.

"Hey! I want kissies too!"

Sam and Dean pulled apart and looked at their son, who looked back at them with an over exaggerated, adorable pout on his face.

"You hear that, papa? Our baby wants kissies, too."

"Hm, well, then we better give him some. Huh, daddy?"

"Oh, yes. We better."

Jack squealed in laughter when both brothers abruptly shot forward attacked his face with a myriad of kisses.

"N-no! T-too many ki-kissies!"

Sam gasped dramatically. "There no such thing as too many kissies! Especially when it comes to adorable babies."