Another huge shout out to kissacazador for her input to this chapter and the upcoming ones!
Warning: Contains cute Chrissie moments and awesome brother moments.
Chrissie had always wanted to be a princess, just like the pretty girls in the Disney movies. Her favorite princess would have to be Belle from Beauty and the Beast, because she liked books. Dean joked that if Sam was a Disney princess, then he too would be Belle.
The five year old gazed out the window at the sky from her car seat, the sunlight making her hair shine.
"The castle doesn't look like the real castles in Europe, but it still looks awesome," stated Sam. "We're gonna have so much fun."
The brothers were soon startled by a sudden squeal. It was Chrissie.
"Goober! Nooooo!" she exclaimed dramatically. "Goober's all alone! Nooooo!"
"Oh jeez, we can't go back." Dean said. "We don't have the time."
Chrissie pout began to wobble as she grieved for her missing teddy bear companion. The middle sibling craned his head to face his baby sister, who was strapped in her car seat in the back.
"I already spoke with Goober and he told me to take Chrissie to the castle, get pictures and bring him home a present," responded Sam, in order to limit the threat of water works. "I think we should get him a t-shirt."
The five year old frowned, her delicate eyebrows caused her brow to crinkle.
"That doesn't sound like Goober," mumbled Chrissie. "He cries when he is alone. That's what I do. I don't like being left alone."
They finally made it to the long destination after half an hour. All three quietly exited the vehicle making there way into the large structure. Dean paid for the tickets while Sam brought Chrissie into the gift shop. He instantly saw the teddy bear section and ushered her over to it.
"Yep, this is what Goober said he wanted." Sam said, pointing to the teddy bear t-shirts. "Which color do you think he'd look best in?"
Chrissie inspected each tiny t-shirt in great detail. Her teddy didn't look like some of the teddy bears on display. Goober had black button eyes that had been stitched on, his lopsided smile was also stitched on with red thread. The head was slightly bigger than the rest of the body, and one arm was shorter than the other. Goober wasn't the typical fluffy bear, his material was made of an old patchwork quilt with lots of soft padding underneath. He was bizarre looking but Chrissie loved him nevertheless regardless of appearance.
"He likes yellow," said Chrissie. "It makes him happy."
Goober had many outfits that she had created. An old green hair ribbon was his tie and also during cold weather the bear was given a small scarf and socks that had belonged to a doll that Chrissie owned.
"Fine, we'll take one of those then," Sam said, while winking at the saleswoman nearby. "How about a cup or a backpack for him as well?"
Chrissie shook her head at her brother.
"Goober has little arms and he looks silly with a backpack, because of his small arms," replied Chrissie in a adorably cute tone. "He's allergic to cups, makes him pukey green sick."
Sam rolled his eyes at his five year old sister, she had such an active and wild imagination. Maybe he should start reading different books to her and lay off Dr Seuss.
"Hey, I have an idea," said Sam, before letting out a chuckle on his next statement. "Maybe we should get him and Dean matching t-shirts."
A wide grin spread across Chrissie's face.
"Yes, of course," said Chrissie with a giggle. "A big yellow t-shirt."
Chrissie's smile and laughter had always been infectious, even when she was a baby. The middle sibling couldn't help but smile too.
"Sounds good then" Sam replied, handing the saleswoman the cash for two t-shirts.
Chrissie clapped her hands and bounced on the balls of her feet. She couldn't wait to see her eldest brother's reaction.
"Dean's gonna love it" she excitingly stated. "Goober will be so happy too, it might make him cry happy tears."
The eldest sibling was then spotted nearby.
"Let's save it for a surprise, okay?" said Sam, to which Chrissie nodded in agreement as Dean walked toward them.
Dean handed the hostess their tickets and followed her down a long hallway. Sam noticed how scared his little sister was and immediately took her hand to show comfort.
"I can't wait to show Dean and Goober their surprise present," he whispered, leaning down slightly. "We'll get a lot of pictures too, and we'll show Goober and Uncle Bobby them."
The siblings continued to walk down the dark hallway, flags and tapestries decorated the walls.
"Why is it dark?" whispered Chrissie, gripping Sam's hand tightly "I'm frightened of the dark."
"Yeah, but, the horses are the main stars of the show, so they keep it real dark so the spotlight can shine on them," explained Sam. "Makes them feel special. Do you understand?"
Chrissie nodded, but really didn't understand. Once entering the Great Hall, Sam guided her to a seat next to Dean. Chrissie was memorized at the huge facility, but it made her feel very small.
"Damn," Dean loudly whispered to his brother, a huge grin spreading across his face. "That costume on the hostess was so low I could see her belly button."
Sam wished his older brother didn't express his inappropriate thoughts and opinions when their little sister was in their company.
"Dean!" Sam hissed irritably. "Shut up!"
Startled, Chrissie whipped her head from brother to brother, curious and confused about what was going on.
"What? What is it?" she questioned with an innocent expression. "What's wrong?"
"Uh, nothing. Dean's being inappropriate as usual" replied Sam. A server with a low cut costume came around to place their orders. Sam leaned across and quietly cautioned his brother. "Dean, don't say a word. I mean it. Keep it in your boxers."
The young waitress looked around seventeen years old and had long straight red hair. In Sam's opinion, her eyes were bigger than Bambi's and she appeared to be a Jessica Rabbit wannabe.
"My name is Sarah Jane and aren't you just adorable," cooed the busty waitress, leaning over so much at the eldest couldn't help but have a quick gawp at her bust.
"Thanks, I am," smirked Dean with a cocky expression.
Sarah Jane giggle like an annoying budgie, twirling a strand of her long hair with her index finger, whilst she held the notepad and pen with the other.
"I was talking to her, not you," she remarked. The waitress then handed Sam a large bib that could be mistaken for an apron. "This is to cover her up during supper as it tends to get messy and I don't want her beautiful outfit to get dirty."
After leaving three menus, Sarah Jane departed the siblings table in order to tend to others.
"So, Chrissie, what do you wanna eat?" asked Sam, giving his sister the decorative children's menu. "Have a look and tell us want you want."
Holding the menu up to her face, Chrissie pondered. The setting and the theme of the show was old fashioned, but the menu wasn't. Sam slightly scoffed at the menu. He doubted that the knights of medieval Britain feasted on cheeseburgers and onion rings.
"Hmmmm, what will I have for supper?" muttered Chrissie. She sighed dramatically, almost Shakespearean. "Ohhh, I don't know. Ohhhh, no wait, can I get the cheeseburger and fries, please."
The middle sibling nodded and smiled at his five year old baby sister. At least she wasn't one of those bratty children who scream and stomp their feet whenever they don't get their own way. She had her moment but Chrissie was as good as gold, she wouldn't hurt a fly but she would talk to it instead. Sarah Jane returned to take their order, including Dean's ridiculous request to have three meals. She handed Chrissie a doll, a knight that basically looked like a cheap version of a Ken doll.
"We have a medieval banquet and thrilling competition between Knights, so you're in the red section," said Sarah Jane. "This is your very own red knight to play with and take home, unless you want a girl one instead?"
Chrissie shook her head as she glanced over every detail of the male doll that had been given to her.
"It's okay, I can take the man knight home," said Chrissie seriously. "He will be my bald Barbie's boyfriend."
The three adults laughed at the innocent remark of the child.
"Since you already are a princess, I thought you'd want the Knight instead," said the waitress. "Don't forget, if the red knight rescues the kidnapped Princess Abigail, then you get to meet her and the red knight and his horse."
Chrissie smiled adorably, holding the knight doll in her small hands. The waitress departed only to come back around fifteen minutes later with their food and drinks.
"I wanna be a pussy cat when I grow up" announced Chrissie, munching on her cheeseburger.
"Well, I ain't cleaning out your litter box," remarked the eldest sibling, amused by his little sister's random statement.
Chrissie giggled sweetly, smoothing her dress with her little hands, her feet sticking out as they didn't reach the ground. Short waves of fluffy brown hair stuck out wildly, making her look ten time more cute. The freckles across her nose and cheeks had become more noticeable due to the summer weather. Dean loved hearing his sister laugh.
The siblings devoured their food and drinks whilst watching the show and within the space of an hour and a half, the show was over. Chrissie could now meet her winning knight and the rescued princess. The Red Knight introduced her to the Princess.
"Its so nice to meet you, Princess Chrissie. Aren't you the prettiest little girl in all the land," smiled the petite blonde actress. "Would you like to pose with me on top of Rancher the horse? We'll have to sit side saddle because that's how ladies wearing dresses sit."
Chrissie gazed at the actress and wrinkled her nose.
"I'm confused, because the girl with the boobs who Dean was watching during your show, opened her legs and almost showed her underpants," the little girl innocently remarked. "She was wearing a dress."
All turned and stared at a horrified Dean. Chrissie was too observant and curious. He squawked her name but the five year old was staying determined with what she saw.
"It's true," insisted Chrissie. "You musta had a bug in your eyeball because you blinked weird with it. The girl with the boobs found it funny because she smiled all the time."
With folded arms, Sam glared at his older brother. Typical. He didn't even want to know what his brother was thinking at the time.
"Chrissie, stop talking!" Dean barked, his cheeks almost flushing with embarrassment.
The Princess interjected by asking the Red Knight to assist her on top of the horse. Sam helped his little sister on top and both girls posed for pictures, with Chrissie grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"Just keep it in your pants," said Sam, nudging the eldest sibling with his elbow . "So she can have a good time."
Before Dean could respond, the photographer brought the brothers into the last picture. Carefully the little girl was taken down from the brown horse, Chrissie giggled happily as the actor playing the knight showed her the horse, named Rancher.
"Here, Rancher, I drew this for you," she affectionately said to the large animal, holding out the coloring page she received from the waitress. It was very colorful. "I love you."
Dean grabbed all their belongings as his little sister waved goodbye to all the actors. Taking Sam's hand again, they walked out of the arena back down the long dark hallway to receive their photographs at the hostess stand. Sam made sure he did the talking, not wanting the flirting to start again. Chrissie liked her pictures, taking them as she skipped out into the parking lot with Dean.
"You look mad," stated the child, putting her glee on pause. "Are you mad? Was I bad? Is that why your unhappy face is on?"
Dean gazed down at the five year old. Regardless of her young age, she knew how to determine people's emotions just by looking at them, it was almost like reading their thoughts.
"No, no. I'm not unhappy," Dean said, kneeling in front of her, "You and Sam are the most important people in my life and I want you to know that."
On rising to his full height again, the youth felt a sharp twinge of in his side. He held back a wince as any sound or sign of pain would result in a grilling from his siblings. The pain had been coming and going all day. He assumed it was a strained muscle or something, nothing to get worried about. Then he noticed something in one of the bags his sister was carrying. The child smiled at her brother and produced a large yellow t-shirt with "I Save Princesses For A Living" printed on it in bright red letters.
"Oh, is that for me?" asked the older teenager, praying that it wasn't a present for him.
The little girl giggled, a wide grin on her freckled face as she gave her brother the t-shirt. The older teen noticed Sam sniggering.
"Oh great," said Dean sarcastically as he put the t-shirt on. Thankfully Chrissie wasn't able to understand and translate sarcasm. "Now I look like Big Bird."
Chrissie just giggled and hugged his leg, the grin never fading from her lips. She then wrinkled her nose and gazed up at him.
"Oh no, you're not Big Bird," said Chrissie. "You're Oscar the Grouch."
This time without holding back, Sam roared with laughter.
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