"Daddy! Uncle Sammy took my sawed-off again!"
"Missy, you really shouldn't even have a shotgun. You're six."
Sam smiled down at his niece and patted her on the head, shoving the gun back into the duffel bag. Dean walked in and picked up the little girl, being joined by Castiel.
"She gets that from her dad." Dean smiled as he kissed his daughter's forehead.
"Yeah, you Dean." Cas smiled at his two miracles.
Sam put the duffel in the trunk of their Impala and looked back at the motel.
"Almost done, Sammy?" Dean said as he put the fake ID from this job in with the others.
"Yeah, just have to…" He was cut off by a small giggle and the little girl running around the car.
"Pun'kin, please stay out of the way of the guns." Cas chased her before picking her up and putting her on his shoulders.
"At least one of you can take care of her…" Sam chuckled and went back into the motel room, grabbing another gun and putting it with the others. Dean picked his daughter off his boyfriend's shoulders and set her on the ground before going back to what he was doing.
Cas got into the passenger seat, which Sam gave up when his niece was born. Dean closed the trunk and opened the door for his daughter, who jumped in to sit behind the driver's seat. Sam smiled at her enthusiasm and got in next to her, buckling in as they drove out of the small lot and out of Iowa all together. To another state, another motel, and another job.