So it's been over just over 3 months since my last update and I really apologise for that. Truth is I haven't felt like writing or updating, with personal problems and schoolwork. Recently I have gotten back into updating my other story, One Big Family, so hopefully I'm getting back on track. I don't know when the next update will be, but I know that once my college finishes for the year in June, I'll definitely be updating and writing more.

He could hear a high pitched screaming noise but for the first few seconds, Dean couldn't recall where the hell he was or where the noise was coming from. It wasn't until he shook his head to clear the confusion and get his bearings did he realise it was Grace. He didn't want to be too far from her, especially as it was his first night with her, so he decided to sleep on the floor and it definitely felt like that.

God his back was killing him, topped of with the fact he was tired. 3 times she had woken during the night, each looking to be fed. He just never realised how much hard work it was. Sure when he was looking after Sam it was sometimes draining but he felt now that he was older he'd be able to take care of a baby.

Looking at the old clock on the nearby table he saw it was relatively early; 7:36am. Well, early for him. It was no secret that he liked his sleep, apart from when they were on a hunt. Dean got up and walked to the crib, gathering her into his arms. As soon as she was in the comfort of her father she quietened down, just a little bit. Enough so Sam may still be asleep but Dean doubted that.

The first time Grace had woken up looking to be fed, he took her into the kitchen were he found Sam sitting quietly at the table. At first he thought he was staring at his lap, which would have been ...awkward, but he realised he was staring at his cell.

Dean wasn't stupid, he knew what he was looking at and he also knew the pain his brother was going through. He just didn't ask him about it, the response would be 'I'm fine,' exactly something he himself would say. Hey they were the Winchesters, all stubborn bastards. So he left him, got the bottle made up and left the room with Grace, never once speaking to him.

Back to the present, after the necessary procedure; getting Grace changed from her poopy nappy, they went downstairs ready for her morning feed. As he got to the kitchen he noticed there was no sign of Sam which meant he had eventually gotten to bed. At this point she started to cry again, her cute little button nose scrunched up,

'Wait, I did not just think that.' Dean thought to himself. Looking down he shrugged, who was he to deny that she was a cute baby. That thought made him frown even harder as he knew he was going to curse the days when she got older and she became more, noticeable.

It was a quiet morning, something that he enjoyed. After making the bottle, he decided to sit out in the porch steps, to enjoy the sun. He vaguely wondered how Bobby was doing, having not spoken to him since he left. Dean wasn't worried though. Not yet. He may be an older hunter, but he definitely knew his stuff.

Sitting down, he moved Grace to the crook of his shoulder and gently put the bottle in her mouth. Drinking greedily, she looked up at Dean the whole time her whole world centered on him. Reaching up with her tiny hand, she wrapped it around his finger from the hand that held the bottle, which was quickly being emptied. It was the perfect father and daughter moment.

When she got halfway through the bottle Dean took the teat out of her mouth, although it was a tiny bit of a struggle as it seemed she didn't want to let go, and brought her to his shoulder to burp her. Patting her back, it wasn't soon before she let out a burp that was considerably loud given her size. 'That's my girl.'

After finishing the rest of the bottle, he stayed outside for a few more moments, savouring the sun and solitude. It wasn't often that he had moments like this, what with hunting and the search for their father. To be honest Dean now felt that maybe it was time to give up, obviously his dad didn't want to be found and he now had another person in his life to worry about.

But because Sam most probably would still want to look for him, Dean would do the same. After all he had his back, and he believed that maybe finding their father might take Sam at least a bit out of his depression.

Okay so I'm just gonna leave it there. I know it's short but I wanted to give you guys something to say sorry for not updating. On another note, did you see the SPN S7 finale? What did you think about it? I had to stay up from 2 – 3pm to watch it, and at first I was a bit disappointed about it. But I then rewatched the ending, and I'm definitely liking it more. I'm not gonna say anything else incase some haven't watched it. Till next time :-)