Dean didn't try to get Grace to talk. He knew from experience that she would open up when she was ready. So he did the talking for her. She sat in silence as he prattled on about various topics, watching him with an almost eerie intensity in those bright green eyes.

"I, uh, I like classic rock. Skynyrd, Def Leppard, Zepplin..."

"I like Elvis." She said softly.

Dean smiled. "Yeah, Elvis is great, isn't he?" He kept talking, and little by little, Grace volunteered tidbits about herself. He discovered that her favorite color was blue, she loved to draw, and she hated carrots.

"Do you like Pie?"

She grinned. "It's my favorite food."

He beamed proudly. "Atta girl. What kind do you like best?"

"Cherry."

"Me too!"

Suddenly her stomach made a rumbling noise, and she looked down sheepishly.

"You hungry? I guess all this talk about food doesn't help." Dean laughed. "Come on, let's go see what we have."

Grace hugged her bear anxiously.

"It's okay, Teddy can come."

She nodded, and Dean felt joy over the small victory as his daughter let him take her hand and lead her out of the room. Everything about this felt surreal, and he wondered if it was all a dream. Part of him hoped he would wake up. This was a huge responsibility, and he didn't know how he was gonna do it. Grace deserved a normal life, and he couldn't give that to her. But at the same time...he would be disappointed if it wasn't real. He'd always wanted kids. If he waited for the ideal time...well, it'd never happen. He felt extremely protective of the little girl already, and his heart was full of a love he didn't know he was capable of. She needed him.

"Hey, guys." They walked into the kitchen, where Sam and Cas were putting away groceries. "Thanks for making a run. I know we were getting kinda low on food."

"Yeah, no problem. So...this is Grace." Sam smiled at the little girl, and Dean picked her up so she wouldn't feel so intimidated by Sam's size.

"This is your uncle Sammy. He's my brother."

"It's nice to meet you, Grace." Sam couldn't believe how much she looked like Dean. When they were watching from the doorway, he'd instantly noticed the resemblance to Anna, in her copper-colored hair and slender build. But now that he was seeing her up close, he could tell that she had his brother's eyes, and freckles. Even the shape of her face, nose, lips...it was all Dean.

Grace smiled shyly back at him.

"So, you hungry? I uh, wasn't sure what you liked, so I kind of bought...everything." Sam laughed awkwardly. "We've got cereal..." He opened the cupboard to reveal different types of sugary cereals. "And, um...hot dogs, burritos, Mac and Cheese, salad..." He grinned when she wrinkled her nose at his last suggestion. "I guess you take after Dean in that respect too."

"Damn straight." Dean said proudly.

"Language." Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, shit. I mean, uh, dang straight. Crap." Dean turned red. He was gonna have to make a few adjustments to his life (Understatement), and apparently language was one of them.

Grace giggled at her flustered father. "Mac and Cheese." She said quietly.

"Alright, Yellow Death it is."

It was Dean's turn to glare. "Aw, come on, just cause you don't like it-"

"It was all we ate when we were kids, Dean." Sam made a face.

"That's cause it's good!"

Sam cringed. "Whatever."

Grace watched their interactions with a curious smile, clearly amused by their antics. It was similar to how Cas looked at them. Sam started boiling water, and Dean set his daughter down at the table. It was then that he realized she was much too short to reach.

"Cas, could you grab a few books from the library?"

"Which ones?" Cas tilted his head in confusion.

"Doesn't mater. Just make 'em kinda big, Grace needs something to sit on so she can reach the table."

"Ohh." Cas said, finally understanding. He left the room, quickly returning with a few large books. Dean lifted Grace up, and they stacked the paperbacks up until she could comfortably reach the table.

Sam set the Mac and Cheese in front of her, and she started eating as if she was starving, forgetting her shyness for a moment.

"Geez, she can really put it away. Remind you of anyone?" Sam smirked.

"Shut up." Dean punched his brother, but there was no real weight behind it. It seemed like everything Grace did was a reminder she was his.