A/N: I'm sorry i'm not update as fast as i use to, but school started and i just recently got an after school job and i get home at 4 and then for work and 4:45 and don't get home until 7-9 so i can't really work on my stories. I will try to update them as fast as i can but it might be a little slower than normal :)
Dean walked back into the kitchen, Sam followed shortly behind. "I'm sorry, Amelia. She doesn't normally acted like that. I think she was nervous and a tad overwhelmed."
"It's ok. I feel bad. It was like she was scared of me."
"It's because you're new. I took to her room and she's taking a nap. She should be fine when she wakes up and gets food in her."
"I'm sorry, if I scared her."
"No, no, you didn't scare. She thought the whole situation was scary. Don't worry." Dean reinsured as he went back to cooking.
45 minutes later Cas was setting the table while Sam and Amelia got drinks and Dean got food on plates. Dean was going to go wake Charlie up when he got all the plates of food on the table. He had just sat the last plate down when he saw Charlie walking sleepily into the room with her teddy bear clutched tightly to her chest as she rubbed her eyes with her free hand.
Dean froze in his footsteps. He grabbed Cas's arm to hold him back. Sam was back in the kitchen. Sam came in at the last second a propped in the doorway. Charlie walked over to Amelia and pulled on her pants legs lightly. Amelia looked down at the little girl. "I sowwy I was mean and yelled."
Amelia crouched down to her level. "It's ok, sweetie. Meeting new people can be a scary thing."
Charlie smiled at Amelia. "I yelled at Uncle Sam'y."
"He forgives you. He could never be mad at you, pumpkin."
Charlie in one swift movement wrapped her arms around Amelia's middle for a hug. Amelia was shocked and wrapped her arms around Charlie. She stared at Cas and Dean who were like deer caught in the headlights. Sam had a smiled on his face. Charlie pushed away from Amelia then looked pasted Cas and Dean at Sam. She smiled and darted towards her uncle.
Sam scooped her up in his arms and she hugged his neck. "I sowwy I yelled, Uncle Sammy. I wove you."
"I love you too, squirt. How about we eat and maybe Amelia will paint with you." Sam smiled. Charlie looked over at Dean and Cas as if asking.
Cas smiled and patted Dean on the shoulder before walking over to the table and standing by his chair. Dean chuckled. "Charlie, baby, if you want an answer if you can paint after supper with Amelia you have to ask if she wants to."
"Down, Uncle Sammy. I wants down."
Sam got down to her feet and she walked back over to Amelia. "Amell—ee-a?"
"Yes?"
"Afer supper cans you paint wif me?"
"That sounds fun. I would love to paint with you." Charlie smile and ran over to Dean and hid behind his legs again.
"Baby girl, it's supper time, not hide and seek time. Daddy's legs aren't the best hiding spot either."
"Why's that, Daddy?" She asked looking up at Dean.
"Because of one thing." Dean smiled.
"What's that?"
Dean looked at Cas and winked. In one quick movement he pulled Charlie up and lifted up er shirt and blew a raspberry right in the middle of her tiny belly. She squealed and laughed and tried to squirm away. "Stop D-Dadd-YY" She squealed through her laughter.
Dean maneuvered her on to his hip. "Are you ready to eat now, girly?"
She nodded and Dean handed her over to Cas and Cas slid her into her high chair beside his chair. They all sat down and were about to eat when Charlie stopped them all. "Wait! Daddy, Daddy Cas, Uncle Sammy. We forgotted the prayer!"
"Alright, squirt. You wanna say it for us?"
Charlie nodded rapidly then intertwined her hands together, bowed her head and closed her eyes. Dean and Cas were right behind her and Sam followed. Before Charlie started she peaked opened her eyes real fast and saw Amelia had closed hers. "Amel-ee-a, you have to close your eyes."
Amelia looked around and the three men were staring at her. "Um…I'm sorry...Charlie. I don't pray."
"You have to bless your food before you eat it." Charlie protested. Sam looked at Amelia.
"Remember how I said Cas is an angel? Well, we thought Charlie should grow up in church like me and Dean didn't do. Cas is like her Bible school teacher. He taught her a prayer that she loves."
"Oh yeah, God is real, angels real. I guess I will start praying then, maybe Cas can teach me a few things as well."
"Are you guys done so we can eat?" Dean blurted out and raised an eyebrow. They both nodded and everyone but Dean and Charlie bowed their head and closed their eyes. "Alright, duck, we have your full attention."
Charlie and waited for Dean to closed his eyes before getting back into position and began her prayer. 'God is great, God is good. Let us thank him for our food. By our hand we all are fed. Give us Lord our daily bread. Amen.'
"Amen." Dean and Cas repeat in unison and smiled at Charlie. Before Dean and Cas started eating they worked on their food they worked on Charlie's. Cas put food on her plate and began to cut it. Dean put food on his and then Cas's plate. Amelia just watched on how good their flow was. She leaned in to Sam.
"How long have they been married?" She whispered.
"4…almost 4 ½ years." Cas chimed in.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you could hear me."
"It's fine, I have good hearing. Dean and I have been married for 4 years. We have been talking about kids for a while now.
"So that's why you're good with Charlie."
"I took care of Sammy when he was around Charlie's age. That's how I knew the raspberry thing on his belly." Dean answered.
"Oh, that's awesome." Amelia said.
Dean and Cas smiled as Cas put Charlie's food in front of her and they all began to eat. It was al small talk. Charlie told all of them a story of how he day was and ate very messily. Once everybody finished it was pretty late for Charlie. It was 5:45, time for her to get ready for bed but still had time to play for a while longer.
"Alright, girly, it's time for you to get ready for bed. That includes a bath." Dean said standing up.
"No baf." She begged.
"Sweetie, you have food in your hair and all over your face. You need a bath." Cas said toughing her nose.
"Cans Daddy take a baf wif me?"
Dean laughed. "Not this time, baby. Maybe another time."
"Pleeaseeee, Dadddy!" Charlie begged and stuck her lip out.
"Not this time, honey." Dean stuck his ground.
"But I want you to take a baf wif me!" Charlie whined as Cas unstrapped her.
"Charlie, I love you but you're going to have to stop begging and whining."
"No baf!"
"Come on, Char—" Dean attempted to take her out of the high chair. She started flailing her arms and squealing. Sam and Amelia had moved to the big desk but Sam had run into the room when she start screaming.
Tears rolled down Charlie's face. Cas let Dean take the wheel on the emotional child. Dean leaned over close to Charlie's face and sternly but gently grabbed Charlie's flailing arms in and held them in one hand. Then he turned Charlie's head so she was looking directly at him. When he did that she cries stopped instantly. She was terrified. Her eyes grew huge and tears still rolled down her cheeks.
"Charlie Winchester. I will not have to crying over everything that doesn't go your way. I said no and I mean no. I don't know what has gotten into you, but you have never acted like this before. I don't like this. If you act like this again I'm going to have to put you over my knee. Now, Daddy Cas is going to give you a bath then get your pajamas on and then you can paint with Amelia for a little bit before you go to bed. Understand?"
Dean let go of Charlie and she snuffled and hiccupped. He really freaked her out. Dean thought he freaked everybody out. He didn't know where that came from but he did something right. "Y-Yes, Dad-dyy."
Cas lifted her out of her chair and walked into the bedroom. Dean looked at the dinner table and grabbed a few plates and started walking to the kitchen. He didn't realize that he was shaking until he almost broke a plate. "Dean?"
Dean looked up and saw Sam in the doorway. "Yeah?"
"Go sit and calm down. Amelia and I got the kitchen."
"No, no, it's fine. I can handle this."
"Dean, you're shaking. I understand. You had to do what you had to do. It hurt both you and her."
"Am I a bad father?"
Sam opened his mouth to speak but paused. He looked confused. "What makes you think that?"
"I yelled at Charlie. She didn't do that much wrong. Yeah, she freaked out before dinner and ten after supper. I don't know what happened. The words just spilled out of me."
"It's the curse Dean. You meant those words 100% though, Dean. I know you and you would have said that with or without that curse."
"How would you know that?"
"Because you said those exact same words to me many times when I was little. When Dad wasn't around whenever I acted up you would grabbed my jaw and hold my arms down and set me straight. Yeah, it's scary as Hell but it gets you in line and helps. Charlie needed that. You are a great father, Dean."
"Thanks, Sammy. I think I will go sit down for a little while."
"Go ahead. We got everything undercontrol, big brother." Sam smiled as Dean walked into the his bedroom. He laid down on the bed and closed his eye and draped his hand across his face. He had one foot on the ground and the other stretch down the bed. Dean had quickly drifted into sleep and maybe 15-20 minutes later he hears whispers in the room. He didn't open his eyes, but he just listened.
It was Cas and Charlie talking quietly near his side of the bed.
