This is just a one-shot . A short one. Nothing but rambles. As useless as rambles can get coming from brothers when they’re around each other.

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The double d’s are hanging out in the kitchen one lazy afternoon when in comes one of the triplets – the younger set of triplets. Dean follows the kid with eyes as he walks around the counter top to head for the fridge. After getting a soda in there, Jake makes a bee line back to the swinger and out of the kitchen altogether. The middle brother looks at his brother Pierce. They both smirk while going back to their cereals, which Sam made for them both before the kid went outside to play basketball with Gabe.

“What’s eating him?” Dean says. He is still smirking. “Man, I love it when he’s all brooding like that! It’s so immature. So juvenile. So—“

“You.”Pierce finishes to which Dean chucks a balled-up paper napkin at him for. “Hey!" he spat indignantly, "That was really mature of you, Dean! Really mature--like you're 6, man!” he eyes their set-up.

"hey, I was pretty mature when I was that age!" Dean defended.

"Whatever." Pierce dismisses. “So dude, question…” he added.

“Shoot.” Dean replies distractedly while stirring his bowl of alphabet cereals –looking for the next interesting letter to eat.

“Just how old does Sam think we are anyways?”

“Don’t know what you mean?” Dean says.

“What’s with this, dude?” Pierce says as he refers to the napkin tucked under his chin to the neck of his shirt which was, just like the cereals, were also courtesy of Sam. He points out to the one under Dean’s too when middle brother looks up.

“Oh this?” Dean says with a smug grin on his face. “Really cute, isn’t it? Baby’s really silly, it’s cute.”

“Dean, we don’t look cute." Pierce says, "We look anything but cute. Basically, we look retarded.”

“No, YOU look retarded.” Dean says, “I look cute.”

The back door just opens minutes later with Sam coming in next from his game; after Jeremy had to take Gabe with him to go to the store for an errand for Dreamy Jean, Sam was forced to go back inside.

“Hey Sam---Dean says I look retarded. Do I look retarted?” Pierce calls out to Sam who is getting a drink from the fridge where Dean is next to. The kid, after parking next to his Deanie and slinging his arm around the older boy’s neck turns to look at Pierce adjacent to them before he turns to his middle brother.

“He does, doesn’t he, baby?” Dean asks.

“Sam, prove to him what an angel you are by NOT agreeing to him right now.” Pierce says.

“And Sam?” Dean prods, “Does he?" Sam just looks at him with a blank stare. "Where’s my hug by the way, man?”

“Oh right. Here.” Sam gives him a hug before he pulls away to head for the swinger.

“Sam, you didn’t answer my question buddy boy!” Pierce calls out.

“You do, Dan.” Sam says as he was about to push the door open. Pierce just let out a big gasp and Dean a big hearty.

“Told you!” he says, even pointing his spoon at Pierce for emphasis.

“SAM!” Pierce growls.

“What?” Sam blurts innocently as he comes back and found his spot next to Dean again. “What did I do?”

“You just called me retarded?” Pierce spat. “Angels don’t do that! From now on, you’re no angel to me!”

“When did—when did I do that?” Sam gasps, “I wouldn’t do that! Dean—“ he turns to his Deanie, “---I wouldn’t do that, right?”

“Baby, you just did.” Dean says.

“When?” Sam asks in concern. Both double d’s look at him with perked brows as they chorus a,

“Just now.”

“He asked you if you agreed with me and you said yes.” Dean says, “I called him retarded and you agreed with me, Sammy. And now Danny girl is offended.”

“You called me retarded, Sam.” Pierce pouts, “I’m offended and I don’t think I love you anymore.”

“Ugh!” Sam groans indignantly to that. "Daanny, you can't just stop loving me?" the boy turns to Dean, “Dean, I thought you said resharded. I didn’t quite understand the question.”

“What’s resharded anyways, Sam?” Pierce asks Sam.

“I don’t know, ask him.” Sam says referring to Dean.

“Not a dictionary here.” Dean says he turns to Sam. "Tell us what it means, Sam."

“I don’t know—you were the one who said it, Deanie.” Sam says.

“Sam, why would I even say that when I don’t even know what the hell it means?” Dean replies, “And I didn’t say resharded –I said retarded. Does Danny look retarded.”

“Well do I?” Pierce asks Sam, “Do look retarted to you?”

“No. Course not, Danny.” Sam says, Pierce turns to Dean wearing a big wide grin.

“He’s an angel again!” he says.

“Why would you think he looks retarded to you, Dean?” Sam asks the middle brother, “Not that anything’s wrong in being retarded, not when a person can’t really help it cause he was born that way.”

“I didn’t say there was anything wrong with it, Sam.” Dean says, “I agree with you a hundred percent on that. There's nothing wrong with being retarded when you were born one. ” he says to the kid as he follows Sam with his eyes when the kid heads for the drawers to get a spoon, “As for the question about Danny? Well, just look at the guy—it’s quite easy to tell really!”

“Hey!” Pierce spat, “Wait til I sic Kel on you!”

“Whatever.” Dean says, going back to his cereals which Sam has by now joined him in eating from the same bowl. “Hey Sam—“

“Hm?” the kid asks, looking at him. “Mff?” muffling a supposed ‘what’ while chewing his food.

“ What the hell is resharded?” Dean asks.

“And why would you agree on Dean calling me that when you don’t even know what it means?” Pierce added. The kid just looks at them; they waited til he finished swallowing. “And?”

“Well, “ Sam starts, “…since I always agree with him everything else anyways, I figured so why not with calling you resharded too?’”

They just hear a big hearty chuckle coming from the one person who was doubled over in laughter, even nursing his tummy by the swinger. It was Jake. After hearing his twin’s logic, it just pulled him out of the slump he was in just minutes ago.

“Man, that was a good one, Sam!” he says, wiping his eyes from the tears it also pulled out of him. “Resharded…good one!” he says while disappearing to the other side of the swinger again.

After they watched Jake leave, the trio return to their conversation.

“So, what got him all upset earlier anyways?” Dean asks Sam.

“It had something to do with an x and the school pedestrian or something. Not sure.” Sam says.

“What about it?” Dean asks Pierce.

“He was driving down town earlier and he saw the sign in the school nearby that read school x-ing. Apparently that bugs the hell out of the genius.” Pierce says, “He says it doesn’t even make any sense if y ou read it.”

“Well, it doesn’t!”

His three brothers in the kitchen literally jumped when just popped in the kitchen again behind them.

“ What does X-ing even mean?” Jake spat. The door about that time just opens and in comes Eloise to get himself a glass of water for Mary liz. After he heard Jake’s tirade he sighs exasperatedly.

“Oh god! Are you still on that, Jacob!” he spat, “Let it go! You’ve been on that for hours it’s almost annoying!” he got a bottled water from the fridge and heads for the door again, “Cut it out or I tie you up in the basement! In the dark…” he started to say but after he saw Sam looking at him, he grins wryly, goes back to give Jake a kiss on the forehead, “Kidding, baby! I love Jake.” After that he disappears from the kitchen.

“He’s so whipped.” Pierce says of Eloise to Dean. They gave each other high five’s. Three beats of silence and,

“It reads ‘CROSS’ing , you moron.” Dean says out of nowhere.

“No, cause the last time I checked a cross doesn’t look like an ‘x’!” Jake spat. “How do you think JESUS would have fit on an ‘x’, genius? There is a difference! A cross is a cross and an x is a freakin’ x! they could have just used a ‘plus’ sign or something not an x! What a bunch of--”

“Reshards?” teasingly chorused the three to which Jake just looks at them for with an even more bunched up face.

“WHAT?” he spat. “What does that even mean again? First the x and now this?” he growls, “ARGH!!” he bolts out of the kitchen with a huff.

“Man, that was entertaining!” Dean says with an evil chuckle.