A/N: This is a quick dabble from my own personal verse where everything is happy after season 5. This short but I may post more.


Dean was almost positive that his daughters hated him. Eva had decided that she wanted to have red hair like her Aunt Anna, and her solution had been to squirt a whole bottle of ketchup on her head in the middle of the living room. Dean could handle that. All he needed to do was get Eva in the bath and clean up most of the ketchup – he'd have Cas or Anna or Gabe handle the stain when they got home. The problem was that, in order to get Eva into the bath, he needed to catch her.

Now, Dean was fully capable of catching a four-year-old. He was a hunter, after all. No, what made this chase difficult was Ella clinging to his leg as he tried to catch her sister. He'd attempted to pry her off, but if there was one thing Dean had learned in his years, it's that the only real way to move an angel who didn't want to move was with a banishing sigil, and while it was tempting, he knew he'd catch hell from Cas if he used it on their daughters. So, he spent about fifteen minutes chasing one daughter around the house, ketchup flying off her hair onto the walls and floor and furniture, while trying not to let the other daughter hit her head on anything. Both girls seemed to enjoy this game of cat and mouse much more than Dean. To be exact, the only reason he'd finally caught Eva was because she'd fallen over into hysterics, rolling around on the kitchen floor, leaving a large smudge of ketchup on the ground.

"Evangeline Mariel, you are in so much trouble," he declared, leaning down and grabbing the girl. She looked up at him with those big blue eyes, ketchup smeared over her forehead and cheeks, and gave him a puppy dog look that would put Sam to shame.

"I'm sorry, daddy," she mumbled, reaching out and wrapping her arms around his neck. Dean could already feel his resolve to put her in time-out weakening. As ashamed as he was to admit, he was never the disciplinary parent, that was Cas. His girls had him way too wrap around their fingers, and they knew it.

"Don't be mad at Eva, daddy," Ella was looking up at him with the same look at her sister, green eyes big and looking on the verge of tears. Some ketchup had flung back onto her face during the chase, getting in her hair and most of the right side of her face. Dean wasn't aware there was enough ketchup in one bottle to make this much of a mess.

"Both of you need a bath," he sighed, picking both of them up, and walking upstairs to the bathroom. He sat both girls on the toilet, before sitting down on the edge of tub to start filling it up.

"Daddy, I can take a bath by myself," declared Eva, kicking her feet back and forth. "I'm a big girl."

"Last time you took a bath by yourself, you flooded the bathroom."

"That was a really long time ago."

"It was last month." Dean reminded. Ella giggled, and tossed a barbie at his head. "Elladyne, what have I told you about throwing things?" he sighed, feeling the water to make sure the girls wouldn't be telling Cas that he had tried to lobster boil them. He helped both girls undress (Eva protesting that she was "a big girl and could undress herself" before she got tangled up in her t-shirt and Dean had to help her out.) He'd managed to get both girls shampooed before he heard the door slam downstairs.

"Papa's home!" cheered Ella, clapping her hands together in the water, splashing Dean. Dean let out a sigh. He was hoping to get most of the mess cleaned up before Cas got home.