Don't You Cry No More 3
Chapter One
It's here! The third installment of the Don't You Cry No More universe with plenty of adorable Wee!chester action. Enjoy!
Dean Winchester strapped the last piece of the costume to his four-year-old daughter Angel. "Alright! We are ready!"
"I a princess?" asked Angel.
Dean smiled at her. "You are a beautiful princess. You ready to go trick or treating?"
Angel smiled widely and nodded emphatically. "Yeah! Yeah!"
"Come on, let's go show Uncle Sammy," said Dean, pulling his daughter into his arms and standing up. He picked the pillowcase up from the bed. "Don't forget your candy bag."
Angel grabbed hold of the pillowcase, leaning into her father's embrace. Dean walked out of her bedroom and down the steps.
Dean put his finger to his lips. "Let's be quiet. It's a surprise."
"Surprise!" whispered Angel, putting her hand to her mouth and giggling.
Dean quietly headed down the rest of the stairs and snuck through the living room and into the dining room, spotting Sam sitting at the table on his laptop.
Dean stopped in the doorway, taking on a deep voice. "In the time of ancient gods—"
Sam turned to look at them, a smile breaking out on his face.
"—warlords and kings, a land in turmoil cried out for a hero," continued Dean. "She was Xena: a mighty princess forged in the heat of battle!"
"Yay, Xena!" cried Angel, raising her fist into the air.
Sam smiled. "Hold on." He got up, grabbing his camera from the kitchen counter. He turned towards his brother and niece, turning it on and raising it. "Smile, guys."
"Cheese!" exclaimed Angel as Sam took the photo.
Dean laughed as he hugged Angel close. Sam put the camera down and headed over to them.
"We ready?" asked Sam.
"Yay!" Angel cried.
"Come on!" said Dean, heading towards the front door. "Let's go win the candy from the whole street!"
"Whole neighborhood, Daddy," said Angel.
"Oh, the whole neighborhood," said Dean as Sam followed him out the front door. "Well, you're gonna have to be extra cute to get the candy from the whole neighborhood."
Sam locked the door behind them as they set off down the sidewalk, surging into the running children dressed up for Halloween.
"Daddy, I'm cutest in the world!" Angel told him.
Dean smiled as he hugged her again. "That's right, you are. And don't you forget it." He knelt down, setting her on the sidewalk. He stood and took her hand as the three of them walked along the street, Sam taking her other hand.
The three of them had moved out of Bobby's place when Angel was two, deciding to get their own house. They had moved into a charming little neighborhood just south of Sioux Falls. They wanted to be near enough to Bobby that he could help out if anything ever came after them. He could also babysit if an emergency ever popped up.
It was a charming little two-story that they had rented with Sam's pay from the hotel. He worked as a night audit from eleven at night to seven in the morning five nights a week. Dean had also just started a job working eight to four at a garage. Sam would work nights and then come home and watch Angel. Once Dean came home from work, Sam would sleep until going to work.
They had loved the house the second they saw it and were pleasantly surprised when they entered to find the living room the same as in the photos they'd seen on Angel's laptop four years ago.
Sam smiled next to Dean. "She's just like her daddy, you know that?"
Dean looked at him. "Dude, I wouldn't be caught dead in that." He gestured at the Xena costume.
Sam rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."
"Daddy! Daddy!"
Dean looked down at his daughter.
"There!" said Angel, pointing at a house. "There!"
Dean followed her gaze and saw a house that was heavily decorated for Halloween. A sign out front read: Haunted House This Way.
Dean looked at Sam, wincing, before looking down at Angel. "I don't know, sweetie. You're a little young for something like that."
"Daddy, please!" Angel pleaded. "I wanna go!"
Dean looked again at Sam, shrugging. "Okay, but if you get scared, we're leaving, okay?"
Angel nodded, and they headed across the street towards it. In the front yard, a tunnel led towards the backyard, made out of poles and black tarps. A strobe light flashed every few seconds at the entrance as the three of them walked up to it. Dean knelt and hauled Angel up into his arms, preferring to keep her close should she get scared.
They walked through the entrance, heading down the tunnel. They could hear children laughing and screaming up ahead. Every few feet, Sam and Dean's heads kept colliding with giant spiders hanging from the "ceiling" and that annoying fake cobweb stuff.
Pretty soon, they had reached the first room, which was decorated sort of like a castle. A "Dracula" stood in the corner.
"Look, Daddy!" Angel cried, pointing at the Dracula. "Vampire!"
Dean smiled over at Sam before looking back at Angel. "Yep, vampire. Don't worry. He can't hurt you."
Angel looked over at her father. "'Cause you get him."
Dean laughed out loud. "That's right. I get them."
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The family of three headed back into their house at the end of the night. They had enjoyed the haunted house (which was surprisingly not as bad as it could have been; the family who lived there had obviously wanted to gear it towards children). Angel had made it all the way through the werewolves, vampires, ghouls, zombies until they reached the last room: killer clowns.
At the sight of the first clown, Angel had clung tightly to Dean, hiding her face in his neck. Dean had held onto her, getting them out of the room. They'd spent a good ten minutes trying to calm her down before moving onto the next house. The old lady at that house had given her extra candy, which cheered her up. They spent the rest of the night hitting a couple of streets before Dean noticed Angel beginning to drag her feet.
Dean set the pillowcase stuffed with candy on the living room couch as he headed towards the stairs. "Can you check the house?"
"Yeah," said Sam. "Just get her to sleep."
Dean chuckled, gesturing to Angel's conked-out head on his shoulder. "I think she's already there." He headed up the stairs and towards her bedroom.
Her room was painted blue with a couple pictures of cars on the walls. The only girly part of the room—Dean had reluctantly agreed to it for his daughter's sake—was some flowers and butterflies painted near the ceiling every few feet. Surprisingly, that was all Angel had asked for; she was really starting to take after Dean.
Dean walked over to her bed and laid her down on it, taking off the bulkier parts of the costume. He tucked the blankets around her and put her teddy bear next to her. He laid a hand on her forehead and kissed it.
"Goodnight, sweetie," Dean whispered.
He walked to the door and eased it closed, heading back downstairs to find Sam checking the devil's trap under the front door mat.
"She good?" asked Sam.
"Yeah," said Dean. "Everything good down here?"
"Yep, safe as houses," said Sam with a smile, heading back to the living room.
"When you gotta work next?" asked Dean.
"Uh…let's see," Sam thought. "October 31, so…tomorrow night."
"Great, we both have tomorrow off," said Dean. "We got any plans?"
"Uh…not really…" said Sam.
"Well, we should go do something," said Dean, flipping the TV on.
"Great," said Sam, opening his book to read. "Just, uh…" he smiled up at Dean, "nothing involving clowns, huh?"
Dean smiled. "Yeah…That didn't end well."
The two of them spent the last couple hours of the night watching a movie, Sam finally getting sucked into the TV enough to close his book.
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"Daddy! Daddy!"
Dean jolted awake, squinting his eyes against the slight light coming through the window. He could make out Angel standing by the bed, yanking on the blanket. "What?"
"Sammy say you have surprise for me!" Angel exclaimed with a smile on her face.
Dean frowned, easing up onto his elbows. "He did?"
"Yeah! Yeah!" said Angel, jumping up and down. "What surprise? What surprise?"
"Okay, okay, calm down, girl," said Dean, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and pulling the blanket back. "Tell you what, you go back downstairs and tell Sammy I said to make you some breakfast. How 'bout that?"
"Yay!" cried Angel, tearing out of his room.
Dean shook his head fondly as he looked over at the clock. "7:30? Sam couldn't have kept her down there longer?"
Dean made his way to the closet and grabbed a set of clothes for the day, changing before he sleepily made his way downstairs. He found Sam in the kitchen, putting something together for breakfast, and Angel sitting in her booster seat at the table, drawing in her coloring book. Dean plopped down at the table next to her, glaring up at Sam.
"Hey, sleep good?" asked Sam without turning around.
When he got no response, he turned around and noticed Dean's glare.
Sam sighed. "I told her to wait for you to come down." He shrugged as if to say "what can ya do?"
Dean rubbed at his eyes. "Well, I don't hold it against her." He gave Sam a cheeky smile.
Sam rolled his eyes and went back to making breakfast.
"Daddy, what surprise?" Angel asked immediately, looking up from her coloring book.
Dean looked up at Sam. "Yeah, Sammy, what surprise?"
"That thing we were gonna do today," said Sam, giving him a look. "Remember?"
Dean frowned. "We decided already?"
Sam frowned. "You hadn't?"
"You know, we have got to work on our communication," Dean told him before looking at Angel. "Um…a…picnic in the park?"
Angel's face lit up. "Yay! At the playground?"
"Definitely at the playground," Dean told her with a smile.
"Yay!" said Angel, looking as though she were about to start jumping up and down in her seat.
Dean quickly reached around and steadied her back down in the seat. "Not in the chair, honey."
"Okay," said Angel, going back to her coloring.
"Huh…" said Sam from the counter.
Dean looked at him with a frown. "What?"
"It's just…you, a picnic?" said Sam, giving him a look.
"Shut up," muttered Dean. "When you're a daddy, you make a lot of sacrifices."
Sam laughed as he turned to the table with their breakfasts.
"Well, look at you, Martha Stewart," said Dean, grabbing his fork.
"This from the guy who painted butterflies in his daughter's room himself," said Sam with a smile as he sat down.
Dean glared at him for a moment. "Yeah, yeah, rub it in."
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After breakfast and showers and changing, Dean and Sam were packing up the last of the food into the only thing they could find that could pass as a picnic basket.
"I think that's the last of it," said Dean.
"Dude, since when do you know how to picnic?" asked Sam, looking in amazement at what Dean had put in the basket.
Dean shrugged. "It's not that hard to figure out, Sammy. Come on." He headed into the living room and knelt next to Angel as Sam hauled the basket onto his shoulder. "Ready?"
"Uh-huh," said Angel. "Playground!"
"Yep," said Dean with a smile. "Playground."
Dean looked up as someone suddenly appeared in the living room, facing the window. He pulled Angel protectively towards him. The woman appeared to glance around in front of her, trying to figure out where she was. Dean's eyes widened as he recognized the blonde hair, the way she stood, her style of clothes…
"Angel?" said Dean, causing Sam to look up from his way towards the front door and stare in shock.
The woman turned around, looking in confusion from Dean to his four-year-old daughter and then over to Sam.
Angel seemed to deflate as she sighed. "Oh, crap."