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A/N- In this story, Natalie is 3 years old

"Natalie!" Sam said loudly. He was pawing though the blankets of his bed, looking for his phone. He had just set it down a moment ago, right before she suddenly scurried off and shut herself in the motel bathroom. He knew the three year old was inordinately fond of electronic gadgets- namely, his and Dean's cell phones. He walked over to the bathroom door and banged on it with his fist. He was careful not to bang too loudly- he didn't want to scare her- but he was almost positive that she had stolen his phone again.

"Open this door, right now, young lady."

"No!"

She was getting awfully fond of that word.

Natalie had reached an age where she was starting to test the two of them- pushing her boundaries just to see how far she could go. For some reason, she knew she couldn't get very far with Dean, so she didn't really act up that much with him. Sam, however, was a different story. In all her three year old brilliance, she had figured out that Uncle Sam was way more of a push over than Daddy. Sam would often let things slide that would have gotten her in trouble with her father. When he talked to Dean about it, Dean had just told him to "lay down the law, and she'll snap out of it". Only trouble was, when Dean spoke, Natalie listened. When Sam spoke, Natalie giggled. He could hear her giggling right now through the bathroom door. He twisted the knob- sure enough, she had locked it.

"You know you're not allowed to lock the door. Unlock it right now," Sam said, in what he considered to be an authoritative voice. He was met with silence. And the clicking of a cellular keyboard. He rolled his eyes. He could take out demons, vampires, werewolves, you name it. But a stubborn three year old girl was currently holding him by the short ones. Life was just not fair. He broke out the only weapon he had left at his disposal.

"Do you want me to tell your dad about this when he comes back?"

CLICK. The lock twisted, but the door remained shut. Sam pushed it open, to find the child sitting cross legged on the bathroom floor, clicking away on his phone. He stepped into the bathroom, and held his hand out.

"Natalie, you know better than to take my phone. I have told you a dozen times that it is not a toy. Give it back to me, now, please." Natalie lifted her eyes up to look at him. He had his serious face on, so she knew she probably had better do what he said. She stood up and slapped the cell phone into his hand, frowning at her displeasure of the situation. He just never wanted her to have any fun, that was all. Sam slipped the phone into his right pocket quickly.

"Thank you," he said.

"You NOT welcome," she retorted sassily. Sam bit his tongue- this was one of those testing moments. She never would have talked back to Dean like that. But he just didn't know how to make a three year old behave the way that Dean apparently did. Natalie pushed past him into the motel room. Sam found himself praying that Dean would finish up his on-sight research soon and get back here. When they were on a case, there was no way that they could leave a three year old in a motel room by herself, so they traded off going into the field, one at a time. They almost always found someone in town that they could leave Natalie with if the case required overnight work. So far, the system was working. Except for days like today.

Ever since Dean left this morning, Natalie had been in a foul mood. She wanted to play outside, but it had been raining for the last two days. That didn't deter her however, and she just didn't understand why Uncle Sam was being so mean and not letting her go out into the rain. She had been mollified for a short time by her coloring book and crayons, but when she had trouble staying inside the lines, she didn't want her uncle's help. She just threw the crayons across the room, leaving a waxy blue streak on one of the walls. Sam had tried to clean it off, but whatever they were making crayons out of these days, apparently it was meant to stick forever. He had finally given up, and plopped her down in front of the TV, hoping that Sesame Street would keep her attention long enough to hold her off from destroying the rest of the room. Of course, he wasn't that lucky- It hadn't worked long. Sam had been trying to look up information for their current case on his phone, when he suddenly looked up to see Natalie staring at him, a mischievous look on her face. He knew that look way too well. And from that moment till now, the cell phone battle had ensued.

Natalie had run out of the bathroom to the other end of the room, and was currently pawing through her coloring book, which was still sitting on the motel room table despite the crayon missiles earlier. She suddenly turned, and gave Sam a huge smile. He was completely thrown by the sudden change of attitude.

"Unca Sam, come lookit my pictures please!" she said, all sunshine and lollipops again. Sam stood stock still for a moment- he really didn't think he was ever going to be able to keep up with these mood swings. He walked over to the table, and leaned down. She scooted over to his right side, and jabbed her finger into the page she had scribbled on.

"Lookit real good. It's pretty!" she exclaimed. He leaned in closer, trying to make it look like he was "looking real good" as requested.

"That's really nice, Nat. Can you tell me about it?" he asked. He and Dean had both learned not to ask "What is it?" when it came to her coloring. She got extremely insulted when they couldn't make out the subtle artistic nuances of her coloring projects.

"Just lookit real hard at it," she insisted. Sam shook his head and smiled, and leaned down further. Suddenly, he heard her run away again, and slam the bathroom door, giggling. He stood up- what was that about? As the moment clicked together in his brain, he thought to himself, No. Surely not. He put his hand to his right pocket. It was empty.

That little brat had just pick pocketed him.

Damn Dean for teaching her that.

He stormed over to the bathroom again. He twisted the knob- she hadn't locked it. At least she listened about that, Sam thought ruefully. Natalie had climbed into the bathtub, phone in hand, and was trying to unlock it again before she got caught.

"Alright. That's it," he said. He stepped in towards the tub. He put his hands under her arms, grabbing her, and yanked her up, setting her down on his hip. He reached over and pulled the phone out of her hands.

"Hey!" she yelled indignantly. Sam paid her no mind- he was done with her disobedience. He walked out of the bathroom, and dropped the phone onto his bed. He then carried Natalie over to the table, where he pulled a chair away, and turned it so it was facing the corner. He then plunked his niece into the chair.

"You stay seated, right there, young lady. You're in a Time Out," he said, with more sternness in his voice than he had ever used with her before. The tone was enough to make her stay in the chair, but not enough to stay seated. She twisted around, and got up on her knees, with her tiny hands on the back of the chair. Her large green eyes were staring at him- he had never yelled like that before, and, while it didn't exactly scare her, it surprised her.

"What is Time Out?" she said, a touch of fear in her voice as she took in his firm stance with his hands on his hips.

Sam looked down at her, trying to be intimidating, hoping that he could stay strong for once and actually enforce this. "If you disobey me, you have to sit facing the corner, without talking, for five minutes."

Natalie's face registered horror. To a three year old, five minutes was forever. "I don't like that!" she declared, but didn't get up.

"Well, I don't like when you don't do what you're told to," Sam said firmly. "Now turn around and face the corner."

Natalie's eyes narrowed. He could see the fight building up in her.

"NOW," he said sternly. For another split second, he watched as she wrestled with her choices, but then she gave him her full on pout, twisted back around, and sat down hard, crossing her little arms as she did so. Sam couldn't believe it. He had actually disciplined her. And she had listened to him. This was one for the books.

"Five minutes- no talking," he reminded her. She kicked the wall in response, but didn't say anything. He walked back to his bed and retrieved his phone. He set the alarm to go off in five minutes, and then sat back down on his bed. He watched her for a few moments. Other than occasionally kicking the wall, she was actually staying put and not talking. Sam mentally patted himself on the back.

Just then, the door opened, and Dean walked in the room.

"What's up, familia?" he asked. Natalie's head swung around at the sound of her father's voice. She immediately twisted back towards the room, and kneeled up in the chair. Dean had caught Sam's eye first upon walking in- he didn't see Natalie sitting in her chair. Sam just smirked and pointed to the corner. Dean looked at his daughter in surprise.

"What's going on here?" he asked as he slowly walked into the room.

From the corner, Natalie piped up angrily. "Unca Sam's a big mean meanie!"

"Hey," Sam said sternly, pointing a finger at her. "No talking in Time Out. Turn back around and sit down." She kneeled back down, hiding her face behind the chair back, but her eyes still peeped out over the top.

"Do what he says," Dean said to her, an edge to his voice. Upon hearing that tone, Natalie huffed, and dramatically flung herself back around, plopping back down, resuming her crossed arm pouting position. She kicked the wall twice, hard.

"Stop it, Natalie," Dean warned. She immediately dropped her legs and didn't move anymore. Dean turned to look back at his brother.

"So, you finally laid down the law huh? About time," he said to Sam in a low voice. "Is this...what did she call it?"

"Time Out."

"Yeah, okay. Is this Time Out thing working?"

"I think so. I guess we'll see."

"How did you even know to do that?"

Sam chortled. "Dean, I spent a lot of time in Time Out growing up."

"I don't remember that."

"Of course not. You never dared to disobey Dad. I don't remember you ever even getting sent to bed early- not once."

Dean was taken aback, but Sam was right. He had always been the good little soldier, whereas Sam was always the one pushing the boundaries. Dean jutted his chin out towards Natalie. "What did she do?"

"Took my cell phone."

"Again?" Dean asked, exasperated. He had lost track of the number of times that Sam had had to tell Natalie not to play with his phone. He turned back to look at her now, only to find her peeping at him from around the side of the chair. His eyes narrowed at her in warning, and she whipped back around, facing the corner once again.

"Twice. After using her crayons as WMD's this morning," Sam added, pointing to the streak on the wall. Dean looked at it a moment, then shrugged.

"Well, it's not the worst stain that these walls have seen," he commented dryly. Sam rolled his eyes. Just then, the alarm on his cell went off. Dean's eyebrows went up.

"What was that for?" he asked, pointing to the phone.

"Time Out clock," Sam said. Dean nodded in acknowledgement of Sam's good idea, then turned back towards Natalie.

"Natalie Grace, come here, right now," Dean said in his low, stern voice.

Natalie gulped. She hated being in this stupid chair, but she would rather had stayed here than walk towards her father, especially when he used her middle name. She slowly pushed herself off the chair, and made her way towards him, dragging her feet as she did so. When she finally reached him, she looked up slowly. His arms were crossed over his chest, and from the look on his face, she knew she was in big trouble.

"Do you know why you were in Time Out?" Dean said firmly.

Natalie twisted her foot into the carpet, and eventually squeaked out, "Yeah."

Dean shook his head. "No, don't give me that. When I ask you a question, you don't give me "yeah" or "no". You say "Yes Sir" or "No Sir". Do you understand me, little girl?"

"Yes...Sir," Natalie said. Dean nodded his head in approval.

"Good. Now why were you in Time Out?"

"Um...cause Unca Sam told me not to take da cell phone, and I did," she mumbled, looking back down at her twisting foot.

"That's right. Do you want to tell me why you were being bad and not listening to what your uncle told you to do?"

Natalie's head popped up. Her big green eyes were full of shock. "I was bad?" she asked, as if the concept had never occurred to her. Dean nodded.

"Uh huh," Dean said, looking her right in the eye. Her eyes grew larger. "Because you didn't listen. When you don't do something that Sam or I tell you to do, that's bad. Do you understand?"

Natalie's face dropped. She had just thought that her uncle was keeping her from the fun- she didn't know she was being bad. She looked at Sam, still seated on his bed. She ran over to him and pulled herself onto the bed, crawling across to him. When she reached him, she flung her arms around his neck.

"I sorry, Unca Sam! I didn't know I was bad," she said, her lower lip trembling. Sam had to smile at her innocence. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her gently, before pulling her down to his lap.

"I forgive you, sweetheart. But just know that when your daddy or I tell you to do something, or not to do something, you need to be good and do what we say," Sam explained, reinforcing the idea to the little girl.

She nodded, then suddenly remembered. "Yes, Sir," she said. She turned around and looked at her father, then crawled off Sam's lap and moved towards Dean.

"I sorry Daddy. I will be only good now," she promised with three year old sincerity. Dean chuckled.

"Don't I wish that were the case, squirt," he said dryly. He reached down and picked her up, settling her on his hip. She nestled into his neck, winding her small arms around him.

"Well. How about that?" he said to Sam. Sam just nodded, hoping that this was the beginning of Natalie moving out of this testing the waters phase.

"Oh, and a major heads-up. She's getting really good at pick pocketing," Sam said with a withering look at his brother.

Dean just grinned.