#shadok2015

Do people not realize that Southern charm and hospitality only lasts so long before the Southern temper comes out? Act like an idiot too long and it will no longer be “Bless your heart” but “I’m fixing to put the fear of God into you”.

A/N: Well, here we go! Yeah, I’m still alive and writing. Enjoy!

Y/M/N – Your Middle Name Y/F/C – Your Favorite Color Dean – 21 Sam – 17

At Four Years Old – A Trip To The Park

Dean looked into the rear-view mirror to see Y/N bouncing in her seat. He knew it was only the threat of turning around and going back to the hotel that was keeping the young girl from unbuckling and climbing into the front seat to sit between him and Sam.

He glanced over at Sam. Sam had been acting weird lately. Well, weirder than usual. Sam had always been an oddball, preferring schoolwork over hunting; wanting that normal life as much as possible.

Dean didn't blame him. Some day, the elder Winchester just wanted to pack up, grab Y/N, and leave. Go somewhere far away from their father and settle down. Give Y/N the childhood he didn't have.

“Are we there yet?” Y/N tugged at her restraints.

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “Not yet, sweetheart.” He made eye contact with his sister in the rear-view mirror, a warning look on his face. “Y/N Y/M/N Winchester, you keep your butt in that seat.”

Sam laughed from the passenger seat. Y/N never was very good at staying in her car-seat.

“But I can't see!” Y/N pouted. She looked at Dean with a sad look in her eyes. Sam had, secretly, taught his little sister his puppy dog eyes face. “Please, can I sit with you an' Sammy I don't like it back here,” she begged, a whining tone entering her voice.

Dean sighed and shook his head. “No can do, baby girl. The safest spot for you in the car is right there in that car-seat. You know that.”

Y/N groaned and tugged at her seat-belt again. But she stopped whining after that. Dean glanced in the rear-view mirror to check on the little Winchester and had to hold back a laugh. Y/N had her arms crossed over her chest and her lower lip stuck out in a pout.

“Don't worry, Bug. You'll be out of that soon,” Sam smiled back at Y/N.

Y/N straightened up. “You promise, Sammy?”

Sam nodded. “I promise, Bug.”

Within moments of Sam making the promise, Dean parked the Impala. He turned in his seat to face Y/N. “We're here!”

Y/N looked out the window and squealed. “Yay! The park! Thank you, Dean! Thank you Sammy!” She crawled into the front seat to hug her two older brothers.

Sam smiled and pressed a kiss to Y/N's soft, Y/H/C, hair. It had been pulled into pigtails at her insistence. “You're welcome, Bug. Now, you want to play on the swings or the slide first?”

Y/N thought for a moment before answering. “Monkey bars!”

Dean chuckled. “You're a bit too small still for the monkey bars, sweetheart. How about next time we visit the park?”

Y/N pouted, her lower lip sticking out. “But I wanna play on the monkey bars now!” Her Y/E/C eyes started to water.

Dean laughed again and tugged lightly on one of Y/N's pigtails. “Sorry, sweetie. But it ain't gonna happen this time. You could get hurt. Now, go play with Sammy on the swings, okay?” He glanced meaningfully at Sam, wanting him to distract their little sister before she became more upset.

Sam nodded and pulled Y/N into his arms as he exited the car. “C'mon, Bug! I'll push you as much as you want.”

Y/N's mood changed instantly. “Okay! Let's go!” She replied excitedly, pointing towards the swing set nearby. Sam laughed softly and walked in the direction Y/N was pointing.

The eldest Winchester smiled as he watched his younger siblings interact. He knew Sam was still sometimes jealous of the stronger bond between Dean and Y/N, although the younger Winchester didn't show it as much as he used to. Dean would still do all he can to give Y/N and Sammy some time on their own to strengthen their brother/sister bond.

Sam knew what his brother was doing, and he appreciated it. With going to school and completing his homework, he didn't have as much time to spend with her as Dean did, who was with her all day, barring any emergencies or hunting business. Thankfully, John seemed to realize the importance of Y/N having as stable a childhood as possible and didn't require too much of Dean during the day on hunts. At night, though, the elder Winchester sibling rarely got any sleep after Y/N was down for the night. John worked them hard, making them do a lot of the dirty work.

Y/N looked up at her brother. He looked like he was thinking hard about something. “Sammy, okay?” She placed a tiny hand on his cheek, care and worry in her eyes.

Sam looked down at his sister, taking in her pigtails, Y/F/C sweater, and big Y/E/C eyes. “Yeah, Bug, I'm okay. Now, let's go play!” He swung Y/N in his arms and tickled her, joining in with her laughter.

Dean had exited the car by now and was leaning back against the hood. He smiled and it reached his eyes, making the green orbs sparkle with joy. He didn't move from his perch, just enjoying the sight of his siblings playing together.

Sam and Y/N played at the park for what seemed like hours until Y/N was about to fall over from exhaustion. He picked her up and cradled her close, heading back to the Impala.

Dean noticed the change that overcame his brother. The younger Winchester seemed more relaxed and happy. Dean knew this had been a good idea. Sam had been particularly grouchy the past few weeks, something about senior year and graduation and applications.

“Hey, Sammy. She out yet?” Sam had reached the car by now and was gently placing Y/N in her seat, knowing if she woke up too much, she would be fussy.

“Yeah. She's out. Nearly wore me out, too. God, are all four-year-olds like that?” Sam stretched and leaned on the passenger door of the Impala.