Dean fiddled with the silver wedding band on his finger as he walked back into the motel room where Maxine was playing with Castiel, Sam and Gabriel. "No! This car has to go up the ramp 'cause it's got flames on the sides." Maxine (to Dean's delight) would never in a million years play with Barbies or baby dolls. She instead preferred to play with things that were usually meant for boys, not to mention her utter refusel to wear pink, skirts or dresses. Dean remembered when she was two Sam had given her that damned pirate costume which she'd refused to take off. Gabriel was teaching Max how to conjure up cake and candy, which she'd developed a taste for, along with mushrooms, pie, bacon, mayonnaise and pretty much anything pickled. Max caught sight of Dean and smiled, her white teeth shining. "Daddy!" she shrieked, running over to him and begging to and nuzzlled her face into his chest. Her blue denim jeans and dinosaur t-shirt were covered in a sticky sweet substance which Dean assumed was cake, her bare feet were grubby from her hatred of shoes and her black hair was a long version of Castiel's constantly sexed-up look. Gabriel grinned. "Nice to see you Winchesters but me and Samsquatch should be getting back to our room." the trickster said while biting his lip and grinning devilishly.

"Urgh images Gabe, don't give me images." Dean cringed and Max giggled. Castiel rolled his eyes and took Max out of Dean's arms and swung her onto his hip, his silver wedding ring catching the light. He walked away in the direction of the bathroom, but before he could do so Dean swung around and kissed him. "Yuck!" Max yelled, laughing.

"What's yuck is that filth on your clothes and feet, lets get you cleaned up shall we?" Castiel said;
"Yes Papa." Cassie said, scratching her little button nose. Maxine Mary Charlene Winchester was the 'hands down the best friggin' thing that's ever happened to me, apart from Cas' according to Dean. She was the ultimate tomboy and had a sense of humour that was not unlike Dean's. Once, while in the supermarket the trio had once been approached by an elderly woman who said that they needed to be cured and that little girl is only like a boy because she doesn't have a female influence in life. Maxine told the woman that she was just envious because she wanted two Daddies and that was better anyway because Daddy has a awesome car that goes Broom broom and he likes cool music and pie and Papa is good at singing and drawing and he teaches me how to fly and when he sings he sings a song about a man called Jude or a song in his special angel language. And anyway when Daddy and Papa go off hunting Charlie looks after me and that's really fun 'cause we watch movies and eat ice cream or go to the park. Maxine had smiled and skipped off to look at chocolates, leaving the woman looking bewildered, and the two men smiling with pride.

"Papa?" Maxine was sitting in bathtub while Castiel attempted to get the mud out of her hair.

"Yes?"

"Can Daddy come in? I wanna play sharks with him like last night!" Maxine smiled and picked up her toy shark, her favourite animal.

"Sorry, Daddy's gone to get some dinner." Castiel hoisted Max out of the bathtub and wrapped her in a towel. She walked back into the main room and made her way to her suitcase. She pulled out a pair of blue pants with white stars and a plain white t-shirt and slipped into them. As soon as she heard a knock on the door she raced over to answer it. Dean opened the door and dumped two paper bags on the table. Max sat down and placed her hands on the table. "What's for dinner Daddy?" she asked, her big green eyes shining.

"I got us some pasta and meat sauce so we can use the stove to cook that and for dessert…" Dean pulled out a large cherry pie from one of the bags, "Taa Daa! Pie!" Max clapped her hands and slid off her seat to get something she'd found earlier while she'd been in the park with Gabriel, given it had been the archangel's turn to look after the child while the others ganked monsters. "Look Daddies! There's a black feather for you Papa and a shiny pebble for you Daddy."

After dinner and (barely) managing to tear Maxine away from Top Gear, Mythbusters and then Doctor Who re-runs, Dean and Castiel put Max to bed.

"Hey Cas?"

"Mmm."

"We've done good for ourselves."

"Yeah."

"But I wish we could have a permanent home."

"I doubt you and Sam would be able to let go of the hunter life so easily." Castiel replied sagely, "Good night mon ange."

"What does that mean?" Dean asked

"Look it up" Castiel mumbled. He crawled down under the covers, resting his head on Dean's shoulder and wrapping his arm around his chest. Dean woke in the middle of the night to a child's scream. He wriggled out from under Castiel and picked up Max, cradling her shaking body as she cried. "Shhhhhhh, s'okay Daddy's here, Daddy's here." he muttered soothingly, stroking her hair and planting kisses on her forehead. Max rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palm. "I had a bad dream." she sniffed.

"You wanna tell me 'bout it?" Dean asked, brushing her hair out of Max nodded.

"You and Papa were hunting and then Crowley was there and so was Sammy and Gabe and then there was dark and everything was gone and then, then a lady with lots and lots of red hair said that you and Papa left me." Max started crying again, tears staining Dean's t-shirt where she had her head pressed. Castiel stumbled out of bed groggily. The angel's Grace had been broken in a fight with an extremely powerful demon before Maximum was born so he had basic human needs, sleep, food and water. "Wha's wrong?" he asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes with a fist.

"Max had a nightmare." Dean replied. Castiel shrugged.

"Come sleep with us Max." The three climbed into bed and fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

I don't really like kids or spend a lot of time with them so this is me when I was a kid. I was an awesome kid.