Author's Note: I do not want to insult anyone nor offend anyone. I cannot entirely control what comes out of that child's mouth.
Also I do not own Dean or Castiel, but I do own Mary-Jo, but she does not listen to me all that well, just her two dads. Oh and Uncle Sam.
Dean's standing just outside the hallway of his daughter's daycare when he hears them.
"It's not right you know." A little girl's voice carries into the hallway, snotty and holier-then-thou sounding. Instinctively he knows they're talking to his daughter about her two dads. When him and Cas had dropped her off the first day the scandalized faces of a few of the parents made him want to turn his brown haired blue eyed little girl right around to find a new daycare. But Cas had put a hand on his shoulder and with his stern look he knew he couldn't. This had been the best daycare around, and because of the former hunter who was now the owner he knew it was safe. They had even had the older children practicing drawing protective sigils, but still he wanted to avoid this.
"Yeah, it says in the bible being gay's a sin." Another one said as Dean came around the doorway he saw his daughter standing up slowly, looking very calm. She brushed her skirt off and eyed the two little girls in front of her.
"Well," She said in that tone of voice he heard Cas use so often when he was correcting someone. "Jesus said 'love thy neighbor as thyself' and he said 'Judge not lest ye be judged.'" Then she leaned forward slightly, glaring at them. "And I think it's better to follow Jesus then someone who got lost in the desert time and time again and had a temper problem, don't you think?" She said before straightening and turning her back of the chastised girls as she picked up her little matchbox impala. She turned back to them and crossed her arms and glared hard at them. "Besides, it's my life not yours, so phhhbbbtt." Dean fought hard not to laugh at his little girl who up until now had taken after her stoic 'mother' but who now had just blown a raspberry at the two shocked little girls and was now strutting up to him, her chin up and her chest stuck out. She stopped in front of him and grinned widely at her father.
"Hey Mary-Jo." He said with a chuckle as he wiped at his eyes.
"Hi Dad, can we go to McDonalds?" She asked with a pleading smile. Dean nodded as he escorted her out of the play area, having already grabbed her bag. "Oh and Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't tell Daddy about that last part, I have an image to uphold." She said with a very serious face as she pulled on her hat with the duck on it. Dean laughed all the way to McDonalds.
He had obviously forgotten she was a Winchester, and that she was going to be just fine.