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Blondie 20000: Tnx for the review and for the corrections, I really appreciate that. As for what kind of father was Dean, I guess we will see.

On their way to the diner, MJ was looking at Dean with suspicion, but he didn't notice it. When they got there, they picked a table and sat down. A waitress came to take their order.

"Hi. You ready to order?"

Dean was about to say something, but MJ spoke first.

"Yes,thlee hambulgels, a chocolate mikshake,a beer and a toy, pease."

Dean smiles and nods at the waitress.

"Hey, popa, can we buy some clayons and paper when we get back? Pease, pletty please!" She asks with Sam's puppy dog eyes.

"Sure, kiddo!"

The waitress brought the order and placed it at the centre of the table. MJ took the tray with everything on, pulled it towards her and said

"Popa ,why didn't you oldel anything?" Then she giggles.

"Well, if that's all yours, I guess you got the check, too?" He said but as soon as he did, he felt a strange sense of Déjà Vu.

MJ was still giggling when she handed him a burger and a beer and then started eating.

And boy was she a messy eater. Ketchup was all over the place and she had milkshake all over her shirt and her face.

After he washed her up, they went back to the table. He left her sitting there playing with her toy and stood aside to call Sam.

After he briefly talked to him and found out there was no sign of Rowena he headed back to the table. But MJ wasn't there.

Dean got really nervous. He shouts throughout the dinner "MJ? MJ?"

He starts running through the dinner from person to person asking them if they saw a little girl, but nobody did, not even the waitress. Now he was getting really worried.

He went outside and started to look around the dinner. He eventually found her in the car.

"Well played popa. Now let go."

He was about to yell at her, but managed to calm himself down and asked her as nicely as he could "Why did you do that? Why did you take off like that?"

"Wat you mean, popa? It's like we aways do, not to pay."

Dean frowns "Right. Silly me, must have forgotten."

MJ just giggled some more.

After they left the diner and made a pit stop to buy MJ a lot of crayons, paper, glitter, glue, water colours and shiny tape, Dean was finally able to put her to bed promising to draw with her tomorrow.

He too was tired and went to bed. But he couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about MJ and him as a father.

How did I treat her? She is this young and already knows everything a grown hunter would. How to test someone, how to clean a gun? And the thing at the dinner, what the hell was that? We never did that! Was I like John? Or worse?

These thoughts kept him up. He looked at his watch. He has been in bed nearly two hours.

Still no word from Sam. Where the hell could Rowena be?

Then he heard a sound coming from Rowena's room. He gets up and walks to her door, thinking she might have returned. He slowly opens the door when a large plastic bowl full of water comes down on him.

"What the..." and then hears MJ giggling behind him.

"Why did you do this?" he asks as calmly as he could.

"I didn't. I hear someting flom this loom and just get hele to see this."

Dean was confused. Is she lying? Or was this some Rowena's sick joke? But it seemed too childish for Rowena. Then again, who knows what she is up to.

"Ok, you go back to bed, I'll clean up."

He goes to the storage to get a mop, but when he opened the door a big tower of books falls on him knocking him on the ground. "What the hell? Who is doing this?!" but there was no answer. He sighs and takes the mop from the back of the closed, jumping over the books thinking he'll clean it up later.

He wipes the water off the floor and then realizes the mop was stuck on his hand. Super-glued. "Ough, common! Really?" But then he felt another strange sensation of Déjà Vu.

"What the hell is going on?"

As he finally gets the mop of his hand, he decides to go and check on MJ before picking up the books. He peeps into her room, seeing a figure lying in the bed with a blanket on. He slowly closes the door.

As he stood there in the hallway he thought What could this be? Is it a trickster? No, the bunkers warded. A ghost? No, no cold spots or flickering lights. Rowena? No, that doesn't seem right.

Then he hears a sound in the kitchen. He quickly runs there but stops at the door. There it is again, that feeling. What is it? He tries to enter the kitchen, but his legs wouldn't move. He frowns and looks down at his legs. Then he notices something smeared on the floor. He bends down and looks at it. He touches it and smells it. Vanilla? He tastes it Melted vanilla ice-cream.

He walks over the smeared ice-cream looking around in the kitchen. One cupboard was slightly opened. He walks over to it and pulls it open. By pulling it he activates a stapler sending staples his way. But he was faster, closing the cupboard so staples get caught in the cupboard door.

Then he hears it. The giggle. MJ's giggle.

A few hours later Sam and Cass return to the bunker. It was nearly morning. As they enter they see Dean chasing little MJ, MJ screaming.

She makes her was to Sam and hides behind him. Sam looked confused at the little girl that seemed terrified. Dean finally catches up to them, out of breath, red in the face and with heavy bruises and blood on it.

"Dean? What is going on?" Sam says frowning.

"That kid is a monster! Look what she did to me!"

MJ cries out "It wasn't me! I sweal! He wants to kill me, save me Sammy, save me."

"Don't believe a word she says! She is lying!"

The main door opens up and Rowena steps in, slowly as not to wake anybody. But then she sees they are all up. "Hello, boys. What is going on?"

"Cann'it Rowena. This is all your fault!" Dean yells at her.

"My fault? What ever do you mean? Ough" she says eventually noticing little MJ.

"Reverse it, NOW!"

"Reverse what? And who is this lovely child?" Rowena says smiling at MJ.

"Aunty Rowena, popa wants to ill me." MJ says sobbing.

"MJ, I suppose?" Rowena asks looking at Sam. Sam nods.

Rowena takes out a book from her bag and chants something. Immediately a purple flare lights up from her hand and hits MJ.

MJ returns to normal, standing there slowly remembering what happened. Then she lays her eyes on Dean.

"Ough, Dean, I am so sorry."