Celeste decides to support her dad at the expense of Baby, Dean isn't too pleased... Feel free to review and keep reading/writing guys x

'Damn it Celeste,' Dean's voice booms through the long corridors of the bunker. He stood with his hands on his hips, mouth tight, waiting.

Smiling Celeste skipped into the room grinning mischievously.

'There is nothing amusing about this so I suggest you wipe that look off of your face, right now,' Dean said threateningly as Celeste fights to hold back her laugh.

Though winding up Dean was a dangerous game it was definitely a fun one.

'Easy there Dean otherwise that vein on your forehead might explode. That would create quite a mess, don't you think?' Celeste spoke softly attempting to lighten the mood.

'The only mess we are going to talk about is the one you put on Baby,' Dean growled as Celeste stopped rocking on her heels.

'Oh.'

'Oh, what do you mean oh?' Dean struggled to keep his tone low, instead he found to his annoyance that the volume of his voice was rising, surely he would attract Cas or some form of back up soon?

'Propaganda and all that. Didn't you see the message I wrote? I thought it would be quite fitting as we drove through demon infested towns; death to the red headed she witch (replace the W with a B),' Celeste grinned thinking back to her handiwork, take that Abaddon.

'That's great you want to fight the cause but you are not dragging my car into this,' Dean responded firmly.

'Wow I thought you wouldn't want me to be involved.'

'Well I would rather see your dad on the throne than Abaddon any day, stop trying to change the subject,' Dean spoke sharply as he narrowed his eyes.

'I'm not, you're the one who chose to change the subject by answering my comment.'

'It is not even that impressive. I mean who is going to really care? And poor Baby has thick, red spray can paint on her. How in the hell am I going to remove that?' Dean began to shout.

'A lot of demons are going to care Dean. I need to support my dad right now. I hate hell, well some parts of it. But like you I would take my dad over Abaddon any day, she would turn it into a nightmare, an uncontrollable one at that. Sacrifices must be made and sadly your impala was one of them,' Celeste's tone became sombre but she couldn't keep the twinkle of mischief out of her eyes.

'You know what? You are going to use your powers to remove that muck off of her and then you are going to be grounded for a very long time. Have fun trying to support your dad's campaign from your bedroom. And yes I will inform your uncles so they will be able to put a spell lock on your door so you won't be able to escape,' Dean paused as Celeste rolled her eyes and began to walk away, 'Don't you dare turn your back on me young lady we-' leaning forward he started to cough violently.

Snapping her fingers Celeste produced an ice cold glass of water. Smiling she held it out to Dean,

'Oh Dean your voice sounds rather raspy for some reason. You really need to look after yourself more, no more shouting for you,' she winks and laughs as Dean chases after her before flying off to who knows where.

'You better be cleaning my car,' Dean called out firmly before shaking his head.

Slumping onto the couch he sipped the water and wondered what he did to deserve Celeste's relentless game of winding him up. The buzzing of his phone interrupted his thoughts and as he read Sam's message; Hey Dean we are out on a supply run, thought it would be nice for you and Cel to spend some time together. Hope she isn't causing too much trouble for you Dean realised that he was actually contemplating buying a parenting book. God what has she done to me.

'I have improved your life dramatically,' Celeste chimed in as she sat next to Dean.

'Shouldn't you be cleaning my car? And get out of my head space,' Dean replied but a small smile crept into his hard facial features.

'Already have and that's easy Dean because there's plenty of room in there.'

'Why are you such a smart mouth?'

'I learnt from the best.'

'Gabriel.' Dean nodded his head in understanding.

'No. You. Although uncle Gabe does encourage me a lot,' Celeste chuckled.

'Did we just have a moment?'

'I think we did. We should do this again some time.'

'Minus putting graffiti on my car.'

'Agreed.'

'How about we go out for some ice-cream short stack?' Dean asked as Celeste's eyes lit up.

'You know I never say no to ice-cream.' Celeste pushed herself up and began to fall in to step with Dean.

Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all, Dean mused as he pulled the keys out of his pocket.