Here's another adorable little oneshot that AnastaziaDanielle wrote. I hope you all enjoy it, and have a great weekend :)

Boyfriend Trouble

(By AnastaziaDanielle)

"Uncle Dean! Uncle Sammy!" Addy darted out of the front door as the Impala pulled up to the curb in front of the house.

"Hey, Princess!" Sam greeted as he caught the little girl that threw herself at him. "Your daddy tells me that you are graduating tomorrow."

"From kindergarten!" Addy crowed proudly. "I get to wear a gown and a hat and everything!"

Sam tossed her into the air, laughing as she shrieked in delight. As soon as he settled her feet on the ground she turned and hurled herself at Dean as he stepped up onto the curb.

"Uncle Dean!" Her small arms wrapped around his neck as he scooped her up.

"How's my favorite girl?" the seasoned hunter asked as he tipped his forehead to rest against Addy's.

"Good!" she nearly shouted, making him wince. "I couldn't wait for you to get here." Addy squirmed to be put down. "Daddy made pasketti for dinner."

Aidan walked out of the front door and down the steps to greet the Winchester brothers. "I see the welcoming committee beat me to the door," he smiled.

Dean situated Addy on his hip. She had grown so much since he and Sammy had seen her a few months ago. He ran his free hand that wasn't holding her over her long blonde hair. "Good to see you, Aidan. Tell Addy here to stop growing up on us."

"I think she's grown another few inches," Sam lamented.

Aidan chuckled. "She's going to need a whole new summer wardrobe. I think she's going to be tall like her Uncle Sammy."

Addy's eyes widened. "I'll be that tall?" she gasped.

All three men laughed and Dean jiggled her on his hip. "You never know, kiddo. Now let's go dig into that spaghetti. I'm starved."

Dean carried Addy into the house and they were soon settled around the kitchen table as Aidan dished up the spaghetti.

"This smells great, Aidan," Sam announced. "We love any chance to have a home cooked meal."

"Addy begged me to make spaghetti for you guys. It's her favorite." Aidan placed a bowl of the pasta and meat sauce in front of his daughter.

"We had grad-iation practice today," Addy announced to her uncles as she twirled her spaghetti around her fork, her brows furrowed in concentration.

"Uncle Dean and I bought a camera so that we can take a lot of pictures at your graduation tomorrow," Sam assured her as he took a bite of spaghetti. "We can't wait to see you in your cap and gown."

Addy chewed her mouthful and swallowed before she spoke. "You can get a picture of me and my boyfriend."

Sam nearly choked on the spaghetti he was swallowing while Dean, who had just taken a mouthful of soda, spewed it across the table all over his brother.

Sam snatched up his napkin. "Dean, what the he-!" He caught himself before he finished the last word.

"Boyfriend?" Dean sputtered in shock. "You're six years old." He turned to Aidan. "She's six years old!"

"Dean, calm down," Sam placated as he wiped the soda off of his face.

"Sam, our niece is too young to have a boyfriend. Boys aren't even allowed to look at her until she's thirty." Dean thought of all the girls he'd been with over the years and paled. He didn't like the idea of any boy even looking at his niece.

Addy seemed to sense Dean's trepidation. She climbed down from her chair and ran around the table, attempting to climb into Dean's lap. He scooted his chair back from the table and lifted her up. Little hands immediately cupped his face. "Don't worry, Uncle Dean. Scott is just someone I play with at school. I'm still gonna marry you or Uncle Sammy one day."

A grin spread across Dean's face as Sam and Aidan chuckled softly.

"That's my girl," Dean laughed, tapping the tip of Addy's nose. "No boyfriends for you until you're at least thirty."

Addy giggled. "It's gonna be a long time before I'm that old like you, Uncle Dean." She missed the horrified look on his face as she slid down off of her uncle's lap and ran back to her own chair.

Sam smirked at his brother across the table while Dean just scowled back at him.

Addy picked up a spaghetti noodle that had fallen next to her plate and shoved it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "But will you still take a picture of me and my boyfriend tomorrow, Uncle Dean? Uncle Sammy can take one of me and you afterwards." She blinked her big eyes hopefully at him.

Dean knew once Addy gave him the puppy dog look that resembled the one Sammy had perfected years ago that he couldn't deny his niece anything. "You betcha, kiddo."

Addy grinned. "I love you, Uncle Dean."

"I love you, too," Dean vowed, suddenly finding it hard to swallow the mouthful of spaghetti he had just taken around the lump that had formed in this throat.

The End