Tough love

Career Day

"No way! Don't you dare tell them!" Sam yelled, running inside.

Elijah and Dean's head snapped up as Damon came to a screeching halt in front of them, the four younger boys trying desperately to shut him up.

"Quiet!" Dean boomed, making all of them shut up immediately, looking at Damon with worried eyes.

"Damon, do you have something to say to us?" Elijah asked, eyeing his younger brothers who were visibly nervous.

"So, I went to pick up the kiddies and guess what one of their teachers told me?" Damon beamed.

All the boys heads dropped as they let out breaths of acceptance. Deans eyebrows raised at them, nodding for Damon to continue.

"Well, apparently their high school has career day tomorrow and they still need volunteers. I told them that we have three working adults who could show up to their three different grade levels and would be happy to tell their class about our careers." The raven-haired boy smiled brightly.

Dean and Elijah visibly relaxed and smiled, they thought something bad had happened.

"Boys, why didn't you tell us? We'd love to come." Dean smiled.

All the boys looked at each other hesitantly before Sam rubbed the back of his neck and looked at Stiles who began to speak.

"It's uh... I mean... not specifically I guess but the name is... parents career day." He said quietly, looking at his feet.

Dean and Elijah both looked at each other, hesitant on how to approach the situation.

"Okay. Did you not tell us because you didn't want us to feel like we had to come because mom and dad can't or because you're embarrassed your class will say something about mom and dad not being there?" He asked.

The boys looked at each other, each of them silently talking with their eyes.

"Boys?" Dean asked, a tone in his voice telling them they better fess up to what it was.

When none of them responded, Dean looked straight at Sam, making his eyes hard.

"Sam?" He asked, knowing Sam would tell him exactly what was wrong by the authority he put into his voice.

"It's just- uh... ya know it's only been a year, and people know about mom and dad since we've been in school with these kids for years, but I guess some of them can be kinda mean about it and they call us things like orphans and we just don't want to give them another thing to tease us about-" Sam rambled, being cut off by Dean.

"They call you what?" He asked, voice dangerously low.

The four youngest snapped their heads up, only to find the three oldest with murder written on their face.

Stiles spoke up, trying to calm down the situation.

"Nothing really hurtful, honestly. Lost boys and stuff like that, nothing that actually hits." Stiles tried to say, realizing too late it was just infuriating the three more.

Dean was the first one to get up, striding to the table to pick up his keys and ride down to the school to beat the kids making fun of his little brothers. Damon was only two steps behind, already cracking his knuckles in preparation.

"Stop!" Elijah said, making Dean's hand, which was hovering over the doorknob, stop but not pull away.

"You two, sit. You four, line, now." Elijah said.

All of them did as he asked, with hesitation from Dean and Damon. The four boys were standing in a line in front of the couch they were on, so the boys could see all of them.