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15 months...

Cas's P.O.V

"Aw come on Jojo!" Dean whistled as Johanna giggled enthusiastically. She was standing quite wobbly in my arms, as I bent over and held her up. She swayed slightly, but it was mostly caused my her incessant laughing. I told her that she could do it, in Enochian of course. I was teaching her. Just simple phrases and she'd babble a slurred response. But it was somewhat correct.

She was 15 months and still wasn't walking. I had to say, this put me on edge, because most babies could walk by a year. But Johanna couldn't. She tried and it frustrated her to a point where she would just give up. She could go far on all fours but that was only within the last two months. I suspect it had something to do with her mother's bad habits while pregnant with her. Dean called her again, only a few feet away, his arms wide open.

"I will pay you money if you do this!" He was in a crouched position on the other side of the large rug in her room. She looked back at me and smirked, squirming for me to let her go.

"Really Dean? Bribery?" Sam scoffed. Dean sent him a look like bribery was the only option.

Johanna squealed with laughter. She thought her fathers frustration was just hilarious. I urged her to move, but she just giggled and swayed to the left. I pulled her up again and cleared my throat.

"Come on Johanna." I nudged her, and she stepped forward. Sam held his breath from where he was standing, the camera ready in his hands. He had plans to catch every moment of her life. Dean gave a little nod of encouragement. His eyes never leaving hers. I let go of one hand, which she held out for balance. She narrowed her eyes and stuck out her tongue slightly in absolute concentration.

Another step. Dean's -what would he call it?- Yes, his shit-eating grin only grew. Another step.

I let go of her other hand, and she stood. A little wobbly, but without another seconds thought, she took another 3 or 4 steps, before collapsing into Dean's arms with a giggle.

"Ah ha! That's my girl! Dean jumped up and swung Johanna in his arms. "Look at you Champ!" She shrieked with laughter and Sam chuckled from behind the camera.

"Did she do better than me?" Sam asked his head shaking, a smiled curled on his lips.

"You knew how to at 10 months! But you refused to walk, you lazy ass!" Dean laughed louder and let me tell you, it was the most beautiful sound.

"Daaadaaaa!" She shrieked. Johanna held out her arms for me, trying to squirm away from Dean tickling her sides. She had learned to speak pretty quickly compared to most kids. Her first word was 'dad,' of course, but Dean and I argued for a week whether who she had directed it to. It didn't matter now though, because now, she talked up a storm... even if we couldn't always understand it.

"You did it." I stated, taking her from Dean. "I did it! I did it!" She repeated over and over, before babbling to herself in random syllables. I told her that I loved her in Enochian. She repeated it back with a slurred giggle.

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3 Years

Dean's P.O.V

"Daddy! Give me pie!" She held her arms out expectantly, waiting impatiently for her pie. I chuckled from the fridge. Oh god, she was a mini me.

"Nope. You haven't eaten your carrots." Sam answered before I got the chance to. I scoffed from where I was, my head inside the fridge looking for my pie. I swear to god, if Sam threw it out to make room for his fucking healthy shit, I was gonna kill him dead. Sam was not what I'd call the fun uncle. He was the uncle that made kids eat vegetables and play checkers. Not that I would know what that was like.

Jojo threw Sam a dirty glare. The same expression I often threw. Sometimes it freaked me out how similar she was to me. Her freckles scrunched up with anger.

"No!" She pouted. I turned around almost amused as she was playing a dangerous game. Sam choked a little on his beer.

"Excuse me?" Sam and I spoke simultaneously. I crossed my arms and Sam sat down his beer with a little thud that interrupted the thick silence.

"No!" She said this louder, crossing her arms and kicking the leg of the table. She adjusted herself in her seat. I came around to face her.

"Jo? I'm not playing this game. Carrots first. Pie later." She threw daggers at me with piercing blue eyes. It was Cas's pissed off look. She was a master of expression.

"Jo, eat you carrots." Sam directed. Thank god I had him, because I would understand how she felt and just given her the pie. I was such a damn softie when it came to her. I stood my ground.

"No. I don't want to." She stated again. Oh I had had enough of this. I narrowed my eyes.

"Johanna Maryell Winchester, eat those carrots." I spoke sternly. Sam glanced at me, knowing better than to speak. He had heard this voice before -I had used it on him in his rebellious toddler stage, when Dad wasn't around to parent.- She looked at me devilishly. She knew she was testing me. Clever girl thought her could get her way. Jo stuck her chin the air.

"Nooo!" I threw my hands up in the air.

"No pie then." She finally cracked. Jo slammed her hands down and began to scream, angry, hot tears rolled down her pink cheeks. Sam looked at me. We both know she wasn't normally like this. She was my good girl. But she was going through that phase. "Alright. You need to go calm down." I pulled her up under her arms and took her out of the kitchen and into the hallway as she kicked and swung angrily. And she kicked hard. For such a small kid, she could pack a punch.

She sniffled as I sat her down, her eyes still flashing me a glare. "Listen to me Johanna. You need to calm down now. You need to listen to Uncle Sammy. And more importantly, me. You know with the world we live in, that is important. Understand?" I had used her full name, which meant I meant business. I had always called her nicknames. Jo, Jojo, Champ, Little hunter. I wiped her fresh tears away, and pushed her messy blonde hair away. She nodded.

"I'm sorry." She said sheepishly. I sighed as she wrapped her little arms around my neck. I patted her back.

"It's okay. Now go apologize to your Uncle." She stepped back and shook her head. Not in an arrogant way, but shyly. "Go in there and apologize. He will not love you any less, I promise." She bit her lip and gave a little nod.

"Okay Daddy."

...

5 years

Cas's P.O.V

A soft wail came across the hall, waking me with a start. Dean had his arm thrown across my waist, stomach pressed against the bed, his face hidden in his pillow. He snored softly. I pulled off the blankets.

"Dean? Johanna's crying." I got a small noise of protest from him. He pulled himself closer to me, sighing in the warmth. I grunted, smacking him in the shoulder. I flung off the blankets and swung my legs out of bed. Dean made another groan of protest in his lazy state. I rubbed my eyes with a grouchy yawn and walked over the cold floor boards into Johanna's room.

"Jo?" I whispered, standing in the door way.

"Daddy? The monsters are going to get me." My heart dropped into my stomach. I came in and sat on the edge of her bed. She was sitting up, her braids a mess. She held her stuff bee to her chest.

"The monsters are not going to get you. There are no monsters here, I promise." She sniffed.

"But I saw it. The ghost got aunt Charlie. And we had no salt!" She began to cry softly again. But I pulled her into my arms, her tears making my AC/DC shirt damp. Well... Dean's shirt.

"Jo. We've got lots of salt. And aunt Charlie's fine. She's just sleeping in the next room. Okay?" She nodded into my chest. I kissed the top of her head softly.

"Daddy? Bee wants a kiss too." I chuckled softly and kissed the stuff animal. I pulled her away gently.

"Come on, let's go salt the rooms." She smiled a little and nodded again. So we did. She grabbed the salt container and sprinkled a salt line in front of every door of every room, including Dean and mine. No ghost could get into the bunker, but if this made her feel better, than I was all for it. We did all the bedrooms and then walked back towards hers. At the last second she turned and ran into our room.

She crawled into bed next to Dean and slid underneath the blankets. Dean, in his half unconscious state, turned towards his side and tossed an arm around her.

"Hey save room for me." I grunted. She giggled in response and moved closer to Dean's chest. I slid in and threw my arm around both of them in my protective hold. Dean planted a kiss on top of her head and feel back asleep. She turned over to face me as I closed my eyes. I felt her little hand on my jaw as she kissed my nose. She slid under the blankets and sighed happily.

I couldn't help but smile a little. This was my family. It wasn't perfect, but they were mine. And I would do absolutely anything to protect them. With that, I fell asleep. That is, until the next morning, when the left side of the bed was cold.

"What the? Son of a bitch."

...

7 Years

Cas's P.O.V

"Johanna? What are you doing?" She giggled and tugged at Sam's hair.

"Braiding. Aunt Charlie taught me how to." Charlie sent Sam a smirk before returning to her laptop. Sam sent a bitchface towards her and grunted as Johanna pulled his head back.

"There!" She squealed and scrambled around to the front and looked at her uncle. I chuckled.

"Don't tell me I look like a princess." Sam huffed.

"No! You look like a warrior queen who's about to kick ass!" Johanna punched the air with a giggle.

"I've taught her well." Charlie piped up. I snorted as she launched herself off the couch. She too busy punching a pillow to hear my reaction.

"Do you mean kick butt?" I asked sternly. Sam snorted.

"Ass-butt." He scoffed under his breath. I shot him a dirty glare. I was trying to teach my daughter manners!

"Same thing. I'm gonna hunt the bad guys!" She said with a shrug before running off towards her room. I groaned.

"I'm not getting her into this life. Not yet at least." Sam shrugged.

"What can I say? She's like her other dad." Sam shrugged, his voice hinted with laughter.

"Yeah... because we need another Dean Winchester around here." Sam threw his head back and laughed and I knew he couldn't agree more. Only minutes later did I hear a shattering scream. Then, thundering footsteps and a roar.

"A werewolf is coming! He's gonna rip out our hearts!" A shriek echoed down the hallway as Johanna came running through the library at full speed. Her small feet pounded the floor as she came stampeding around the tables. She held a lightsaber -a gift from Charlie- in one hand, and her notebook in the other. It had her Enochian lessons in it, but she often pretended it was her spell book. Dean's heavy steps followed as he roared. Sam scoffed at his childish ways.

"I'm going to eat your heart!" Dean sneered, running around the table and grabbing little Jo's waist and pulling her into a hug.

"Not today!" She squealed. She used her lightsaber and smacked Dean in the arm, and he dropped her in surprise. "Hiya!" Johanna screamed as she kicked her dad in the shin. "Be gone monster!" She wacked Dean again as he fell to the ground in his pretend death.

"Yeah! Be gone jerk!" Sam shouted suddenly, chucking his book at Dean's head. Dean sent Sam a killer look as he got up. He suddenly smirked at his little brother and turned to Johanna.

"Hey champ. Sammy's a demon." Her eyes widened with horror and then narrowed with her devilish smirk. Sam shook his head and stood, completely unexpected by the sudden switch of target. his eyes widened and he bit his lip, shaking his head and hands. He backed away. Johanna launched herself at Sam.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Uncle!" She screamed smacking Sam repeatedly in the hip as that was as high as she could reach.

"I'm not the demon! Your dad is!" I rolled my eyes at their childish nonsense. She dropped her fist and turned, completely stumped. She dropped her arms in defeat.

"Which one?!" Charlie nearly choked from laughing so hard.

"Cas! He's the demon! Exorcise him!" She gasped and scrambled for her notebook. She flipped to a random page and started chanting in Enochian. That wasn't how you exorcise, but that was okay. She was really chanting the word demon over and over. I grunted because this nonsense was nothing but trouble for the future. But her excitement won me over.

"Oh no!" I grasped my chest and sank to my knees. I finally played her game. She jumped up and cheered!

"Finish him!" Shouted Dean. I was going to kill him. Johanna launched herself on to my stomach as I fell backwards. Dean pretended to collapse over her, laughing and punching my arm. Sam stood again and threw himself over Dean.

"He's dead!" She squealed. Yes, I was almost dead, by my husbands' weight crushing my lungs. And on top of that, Sam's weight was like an entire elephant on me. And I would know what that's like.

"Get off of me." I huffed. Johanna giggled as Dean tossed her into the air. We unknowingly remained relaxed as Charlie snapped a bunch of pictures.

That photo album would be filled by the next year. And many would follow after that, as our family changed.


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-Daisy