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"Daddy, daddy, daddy." There was a pause. "Daddy, daddy, daddy, dad, daddy,"

Dean covered his exhausted face, muttering by burying his face deeper underneath the pillow, his neck awkwardly craned sideways against the flat mattress. Between the bed sheets and the edge of the pillow, he could see Natalie sitting up on her knees in her teal submarine-printed onesies. Her wild, curly, dark hair stuck up in several different directions since she was a fitful sleeper - Dean often had to wrap his arms around her to make sure she didn't fall right out of bed - and for a moment her hair looked identical to Rodger's messy mane.

"Daddy," she tried again, leaning down to whisper underneath the pillow, gently nudging his shoulder with her hand.

"What is it, Nat?" Dean sat up, running his fingers through his bed-head and squinting to focus all his attention on his daughter.

"Daddy," Natalie repeated, squaring her small shoulders and making her face serious - like she had seen Uncle Cas do all the time! "Daddy, I love you. Can we be best friends?"

Dean couldn't help but smile at the way her eyes were filled with innocence. He smoothed down her voluminous hair with his other hand and said, "Of course, sweetheart."

"What about Uncle Sammy?" Nat gasped with energy and expressiveness. "Or Uncle Adam or Uncle Cas or Uncle Bobby! Can I be best friends with them too?"

Dean tried stifling a laugh instead he pretended to think hard and long about her question, scrunching his eyebrows, deep in thought. "Well," He approached, trying to sound as logical as a five-year old would consider it. "yes, you can. But Uncle Sam's not invited to be with the cool group - like daddy and Uncle Adam, Cas and Bobby. He has to be in the B.F.F. club."

"What does 'B.F.F.' mean?" She tilted her head to the side, mostly because her hair fell to one side, pulling her entire body down into the pillows again.

"It means 'Big Fat Friend.'"

She wiggled her nose, confused. "But Uncle Sammy's not fat,"

"Yeah, but Uncle Sammy's a big friend, right?"

"Well, I guess so. I believe you, daddy."

"Atta girl," Dean held out his fist. "Give me some love."

Natalie ignored his waiting fist bump and, instead, threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

"We're gonna have to work on that lovin', sweetheart."

"I have to go tell everyone that I love them!" Natalie declared, jumping off the bed and disappearing down the hallway, her wave of hair flying out in her speed.


Choices for the next chapter:

1. Nat is scared of the ghosts in her closet but Dean has a sure-fire way to fix that

2. Nat wants to pick the music in the Impala

3. Nat has a thing or two to say to a teen who makes fun of her dad.

Your choice :) If you have other ideas that you'd like to see PM me or leave your welcome suggestion in the review box!