Summary: Sam's puppy dog eyes have nothing on Samantha's.

Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice

"I swear, Sammy, she's trying to kill me."

Sam couldn't help but laugh at the desperation in his brother's face. "Dean, she's four. You're thirty. I think you're good."

"I don't know man. She has these eyes. And they can make you do anything. I'm thinking a baby siren."

"Dean, she's not a siren." Sam laughed. His brother had his hands full with his spitfire of a niece. She might have Jo's looks, but her attitude was all Dean. "Where is my favorite girl anyway?"

"She's in the living...aww, man. Samantha Jo. I told you not to play with those unless I'm watching you." Dean griped. He looked at his daughter who was covered head to toe in marker. She had apparently decided to use herself as a coloring book. Sam couldn't help but laugh when the tiny girl looked up at her dad with a big grin on her face.

"I wanted a tattoo, Daddy. Like Kat Von D. Uncle Sammy, you want a tattoo, too?" The frustration fell from Dean's face. Leave it up to Samantha Jo Winchester to turn something that should infuriate him into something adorable.

"I'm good. Thanks though." Sam scooped down to pick her up.

Dean stared at the drawing on Samantha's arms, "You and me are gonna have a talk later about this whole tattoo business, lil' belle." Her grin widened with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Sam threw her up in the air and she screamed and giggled. "Daddy, throw me like Uncle Sammy!" She yelled. Dean walked over to his daughter and brother. He picked up his daughter and threw her in the air.

"Ok, naptime for the munchkin." He stated. The little girl's bottom lip started to quiver. "No, Samantha. We've talked about this. No crying before naptime." His stern look only seemed to make her lip quiver more and now there were larger puddles of water forming in her big green eyes.

"But Daddy, I just wanted to play with my Uncle Sammy." She wined.

"I bet Uncle Sammy will be here when you wake up." Dean said, looking from his daughter to his brother.

"Yep, sure will puddin'." Sam added.

"Okay." Samantha sighed and made her way upstairs. She was half way up when she ran down full speed, crashing into Dean's leg, hugging it tightly. "I love you, Daddy." She said. Dean's heart swelled.

"I love you too, baby. Now, go rest up, and maybe later me, you and Uncle Sammy can go to the park." She grinned and once again ran up the stairs to her room.

The two men watched her until they heard her bedroom door close.

"So, siren?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure." Dean answered.