A/N: so it's been awhile I know, sorry about that! So this fic is still a part of my Emma verse or now to be called canon kids verse. It skips forward a bit so we are now in season 8. Ben is 13, Emma is still 8. Bobby isn't dead. John and Adam are still back from the dead. In this fic Sam is the father of Amy Pond's (Kitsune) son Jacob (the back story to this will be posted as soon as the computer I wrote it on is fixed enough to receive it) and he is also now the foster father of Rosie from the episode Salvation in season 1 she is now 7.

Sam, Sam but different

"Fuck!" Sam swore to himself, grateful that neither his son Jacob nor his foster daughter Rosie were not in the room. Sometimes this whole parent thing was hard. Having to watch your language and tell your kids not to do things that you do. It was rather confusing most of the time but really Sam wouldn't trade it for the world.

Sam looked at his watch again, remembering what had caused his little outburst. He was running late for a parent/teacher conference with Rosie's teacher. He was quite nervous to be perfectly honest. Going to a meeting was a first for him, at least going as the parent. It wasn't really something he was much looking forward too.

He loved Rosie as if she were his own flesh and blood daughter, but the little telepath was hard work and could be rather cheeky and 'Know it all" like at times, which Sam had no doubt would cause friction between her and her teacher. When Rosie had found her way to him, he hadn't known how she would soon cling to him as a foster father, but she had and there was no turning back now.

But he wasn't the only one she had decided to adopt as her own. Although she had already begun to call everyone by family titles 'Uncle Dean', 'Uncle Cas', 'Uncle Adam', 'Uncle Bobby' and well 'Pops'. But she still just called him Sammy or sometimes even 'My Sammy', it had soon become clear that this was her way of differentiating her new parents from her new extended family.

Rosie had adopted Sam as her new Daddy but she had also adopted Samandriel or as he was more often called by the Winchester brood 'Alfie'. He was an Angel in a vessel of a barely out of his teens fast food worker. The angel would be accompanying him to meet the seven year old's teacher, as he too had a vested interest in the little telepath.

Once he had gathered everything he needed to take with him, his wallet, car keys and a copy of the letter summoning him to the meeting in the first place he was about to leave when the pleading punctuated with whining started from the little brunet girl.

"But Sammy, I wanna come with you and My Alfie!" Rosie demanded in a loud whine. If Sam was honest with himself he would have to say that the whining was probably the most irritating part of being a parent.

"I know you do Petal, but you can't" Sam told her yet again, trying to calm her down and not let the whining grate on his last nerve.

"Why not?!" she demanded hotly and Sam found himself almost longing for the shy and selectively mute little girl that she had come to his as. Well she still had selective mutism from the trauma of witnessing her parents deaths a little over six months ago and she was still very shy outside of her new family but now as she had grown comfortable and settled into her new life she had become rather spunky and was quite the whiner and well she could throw a tantrum like a pro, which for a baby who had almost never cried, it was quite a feat.

"Rosie, that's enough" Sam said as firmly as he could manage, hoping that the panic wouldn't seep into his voice. He had seen Dean go through this plenty of times, but he himself had never really gotten the whole discipline side of parenting down.

Apparently his firm voice just wasn't firm enough because the little telepath suddenly just lost it. Screams and tears of frustration came hurtling out of her mouth as she threw herself at the tall Sasquatch of a man. Sam had managed to adjust his weight in time to avoid falling over on impact but he wasn't able to stop the little girl from scratching her long finger nails across his left cheek in an angry swipe.

The tall hunter tried not to swear again as he felt the sting and first dribble of blood down his cheek. It took him a moment to gather himself together before he reacted. He wasn't entirely sure what to do but he had an idea. He had been raising by John Winchester after all and well that man had some pretty permanent and strong views on how children should behave and how misbehaviour should be dealt with and well Dean was much the same and now it was his turn to step into the role of disciplinarian.

His hand landed an almost automatic swat to her little behind which was soon followed by six more in rapid succession. Rosie was shocked for a moment and stayed very still and silent before bursting into noisy tears and yelling in poor Sam's face "I don't like you anymore!"

She turned to storm off and find her Alfie for some cuddles and sympathy only to find him standing right behind her.

"Rose, please do not speak to Sam like that, he is your elder and deserves your respect" he scolded the crying child gently but firmly.

"You're both being big fat meanies!" she snapped and stormed out of the room, stomping her feet as she went.

Sam was worried for a moment that Samandriel might not agree with his method of discipline. They may be caring for Rose together but they had never discussed how to care for her or how to punish her, this was all new to them.

But Samandriel just glossed over it and said "don't' we have a meeting to attend?"

The hunter nodded and followed him out to the car. As it had turned out the meeting had been nothing to worry about, it had merely been to discuss a piece of writing Rosie had done about herself and her family for class which had started with…

'Uncle Dean says I'm part moose, part angle but he's just being silly, I'm not a moose or an angel…I'm a rose!'

A/N: not exactly how I first pictured it but I do hope you all enjoy and I'll try for some more later. I have a couple of more Dean and his kids centric ones plotbunnied for so they might come soon, who really knows?