"C'mon, Alyx, open up." Dean ordered baby Alyx, who was about eight months old now. She was sitting in her highchair, and Dean was attempting to feed her a jar of baby food, but she wasn't cooperating. She had her mouth shut tight, with no intention of opening it up anytime soon. This fight occurred every time, ever since Dean had started feeding her. Jo had always done it, and Alyx wasn't used to the change yet.
They were all still adjusting to life without Jo. Dean had moved into a new house about two weeks after the fire, and Sam had moved in with them to help take care of Alyx. It was hard, but they were trying to move on with their lives.
Dean sighed and looked into the small, plastic jar, staring at the mushy, olive green stuff that was supposed to be peas. At least, that's what it said on the label.
"Actually, I don't blame ya. This doesn't look appetizing at all," he stated. He sniffed at the jar's contents, then pulled it away quickly, regretting that decision. He made a face, making Alyx giggle. "Think that's funny?" Dean asked with a slight smirk. Alyx giggled again, clapping her hands together.
Dean scooped up another spoonful of mushy peas and tried to feed it to her yet again. She wasn't interested. Sam entered the kitchen, holding a box--they were still slowly unpacking from their move--just in time to see Alyx smack the spoon out of his brother's hand, sending the food flying. The peas landed right in the middle of Dean's face.
"Oh, man," Sam said, immediately going into a fit of laughter, "that was awesome."
"Shut up," Dean snapped, wiping the disgusting baby food off his face with a paper towel, "It's not funny." Sam set down the box, and walked over.
"Oh, it totally is." Sam answered, grinning. Alyx was giggling away.
"You think that's hilarious, don't you?" Dean asked his daughter. She smiled back at him. Dean scooped up some more peas from the jar with his finger and smeared it on Alyx's face. She stopped laughing, and just stared at him. "Yeah, not so funny now, is it?" Alyx stuck her finger in the peas that now covered her cheeks, and tried to reach Dean to put it on his forehead. He wiped the peas off her finger with the paper towel before she could succeed. "No, you don't…" He warned.
"Dean, that's not fair." Sam complained.
"What?" Dean asked, throwing his brother a look while cleaning off Alyx's face.
"You can't just mush peas on her and expect her not to want to do it back."
"Whatever, dude."
Sam frowned, and took the jar and spoon from his brother. He scooped some peas up and handed the spoon to Alyx, helping her grip it with her fingers.
"Go for it, Ally." he said, smirking.
"Sam--" Dean began, but before he could yell at his little brother, Alyx finally figured out what Sam wanted her to do. Well, sort of. She flung the peas in Sam's direction, instead, making contact with his shirt. Both brothers stared at Alyx, then the mess on Sam's shirt. And then they started laughing like it was possibly the funniest thing they had ever seen.