It was well established that Chrissie was far too curious for her own good. It could also reach a certain point that it would make people nervous. A recent example is when John was overseeing a meeting that Dean was having with a fellow student. Chrissie had insisted in tagging along, since John mentioned ice cream and bowling alley. You couldn't brush this four-year-old off.

Dean was unaware that he was chaperoned from afar by his own father. It was for his own good, as John reminded himself. Certain creatures had the ability to disguise themselves to lure young men away to their deaths. Not that John instantly assumed that the pretty young red head that Dean was with, was a monster in anyway.

"Why are we sitting here, Daddy?" asked Chrissie, as she tried to find her brother amongst the crowd in the busy diner. She grinned, before standing up on booth seat and waving her arms about excitedly. "Daddy, look! Dean is over there!"

John had intentionally picked the furthest away booth, to avoid detection. However, Chrissie wasn't very good at staying hidden, or quiet. John sat her down, which caused her to yelp in surprise.

"We can't let him know where here, honey" John stated.

Chrissie tilted her head like a confused puppy, before peaking out of the booth.

"Why?" she demanded, eager to march over to her brother for answers. The little girl made a move to leave the booth. "I'll go get him."

Once again, John pulled her back, and just in time, as Dean briefly gazed in their direction. Chrissie folded her arms moodily, with an adorable pout to match. She had never a fan of being restrained against her will.

"Look, we can't go over there, because your brother is on a date" explained John.

"What's a date?" quizzed the little girl.

John thought for a fleeting moment. Should he tell her, in hopes that he would never have to deal with her eventually going on dates herself? Who was he kidding. Anybody that would ask her would be sharply told to "go away" by Chrissie herself, or giving the choice of physical torture by her brothers.

"Well, it's when two people meet up and do things together," John replied. "Mommy and I went on dates before we got married. It's a very special thing."

Chrissie blinked slowly, her tiny mind trying to work out this new concept that she had be informed about.

"Why are we here?" Chrissie wondered aloud, still very much puzzled, as she began to inspect the children's menu that was now in her hands. Her eyes widened, before she blurted out: "Daddy, I want a milkshake."

John pinched at the bridge of his nose. He then reached out for the regular menu, trying to keep focused on the task at hand.

"We're here to make sure Dean doesn't get into trouble," answered John. "And you'll get your milkshake, miss bossy boots."

John settled on a straight black coffee, as Chrissie began to gulp down a milkshake. The last thing she needed was a sugar rush.

"Hey, slow down!" reprimanded John, taking the milkshake away from his daughter. "You'll make yourself sick again. Remember the last time you drink too quickly? Sammy didn't like you being sick on him. You can have it back, if you be sensible."

Chrissie sulked, before obeying her father. Moments after, she began to blow bubbles into the milkshake, which was a trick that Dean had foolishly taught her.

"Why is Sammy not here?" she queried, before being distracted by her bubbles. "Daddy, look at my bubbles."

John sighed. He hated leaving his other son behind, however Sam was being challenging again. The boy had refused to snoop on his brother. His reasoning behind his refusal was because he thought John was being controlling again, which sparked another heated vocal fight. Chrissie hated it when they argued. The thought of Sam being alone made John anxious. Anything and everything is out there, waiting to attack.

"Sammy had to finish his homework," replied John, before giving his daughter a firm glare of disapproval. "Christina, what did I just tell you?"

Chrissie stopped blowing bubbles, much to John's relief. John couldn't allow himself to get side-tracked by his little girl's hyperactive antics.

Not too long after, father and daughter were on the move. John wandered into the bowling alley, unnoticed, with a giggling Chrissie by his side.

"It's like hide and seek" grinned the four-year-old, as she held onto her father's side.

John kneeled at her level, taking hold of her tiny hands, as she tried to run off to the arcade, where she had spotted a claw machine filled with toys.

"Yeah, just like hide and seek," he reminded her. "We can't let Dean know we're here, okay. If he finds out we're here, he'll be very upset. Now, what's the rule about busy places like this again?"

Chrissie twirled around, preoccupied by all the loud noise, and flashing lights of the lively bowling alley.

"To stay with Daddy," she acknowledged. "I might get lost."

She was overwhelmed with excitement, brought on by all the animated energies around her. John stood up tall, whilst his daughter danced around his legs, like a maypole. He couldn't stop himself from smirking in amusement.

"That's right, you stay right by my side, okay?" he reiterated "No wandering off?"

Chrissie paused and beamed up at her father, flashing her baby teeth at him. It was her mischievous smile.

"Christina?" repeated John, strictly. "Is that a yes?"

Chrissie nodded her head, enthusiastically, before resuming her weird little dance around her father's legs. John sighed, before trying to find his bearings, and to track down his son. He soon spotted Dean within the middle of the bowling lanes. The sight of his sixteen-year-old son acting awkward and jittery around a young female made him smirk in amusement. His observation was broken, when Chrissie dragged him over to the claw machine.

Dean's date was a bubbly girl, called Jenny. She had copper red hair and dark eyes. In some way, she reminded him of Robin, the girl he left behind months previous, after his stay at a boy's home. He had overheard her singing and playing guitar during lunch period several days earlier. In a surprising turn of events, Jenny asked him out on a date. Dean tried not to stare, as Jenny collected another bowling ball. Jenny giggled.

"Are you blushing again?" she asked, with a wide smile.

Dean he tried in vain to stop his cheeks from flushing. Damn teenage hormones he cursed to himself.

"No," he squeaked, before clearing his throat. "Why would I be?"

Dean's eyes widened. Oh crap? Was that the wrong thing to say? Jenny smirked with amusement, as she turned around, before travelling down the lane and with one strong swing of the arm, she scored a perfect strike. Dean's jaw dropped. The game had just started, and it looked like he was going to get his ass kicked already. Later, whilst Jenny was in the restroom, Dean heard a familiar voice calling his name. He frowned and raised a quizzical eyebrow. Dean turned around and saw his little sister hiding behind a gumball machine.

"Chrissie?" he called out, in disbelief.

The little girl leapt out from behind the gumball machine. Dean could only blink. What was she doing here? Was she alone? How did she find him here? The teen wandered over to her and knelt beside her. He took hold of her hands. The little girl was clearly buzzing on a sugar rush.

"Honey, what are you doing here?" he fussed. "How did you get here? Where's Daddy? Is Sammy with you?"

Dean quickly scanned the bowling alley, wondering how his four-year-old sister tracked him down to this place.

"Daddy's over there" declared Chrissie, as she pointed over at the arcade, and the unamused former marine striding towards them.

Sensing his father's irritability, Dean steadily rose to his feet and resume a protective stance over his baby sister. He folded his arms, and rolled his eyes, unaware that Chrissie was mimicking his mannerisms.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" he hissed, as John approached them.

John ignored his son, before levelling himself with his daughter. Chrissie cuddled into her brother's leg, after sensing her father's frustration towards her.

"Christina, what did I tell you?" scolded John. "You know the rules about wandering off!"

Chrissie gripped onto her brother's jeans, as her pout began to wobble. Dean scoffed in annoyance at his father, unimpressed that had he not only gate crashed his date with Jenny, but that he had upset Chrissie.

"I'll ask again, Dad, what are you doing here?" repeated Dean, as he scooped his sister up for a comforting hug.

John grunted, as he placed his hands on his hips. How was he going to explain himself without making things difficult? Things were already patchy with his eldest as it was. The shop lifting and the whole boys home situation didn't help either.

"Son, let me explain," began John, trying to keep his cool. "I was only looking out for you." He then lowered his voice. "You know what's out there."

Dean was appalled. He gazed around, hoping Jenny wasn't around to watch this scene unfold. He didn't need his father embarrassing him like this.

"Get off my ass, alright!" he snapped. "You let me go out in the first place! And where the hell is Sam? You've not left him alone have you?" On his father's silence on that question, Dean was even more mad. "You left him alone?!"

Chrissie buried her face into the crook of her brother's neck, as she clung onto him tightly.

"No loud voices" wept the little girl, stressed from all the negative and positive energies that were now bombarding her.

"Shhhh, it's alright, kiddo," he reassured, as he rubbed her back. "Don't cry. You know I don't like it when you cry. It hurts my heart when you cry."

The four-year-old gazed at her beloved brother with big tear-filled eyes.

"I know it does" she professed, as she sniffled.

Dean reluctantly handed his sister back over to their father. Chrissie hugged her father tightly, as John tried to calm her down. Dean spun around when he heard Jenny call his name.

"Aw, is this the little sister you were telling me about?" she beamed, giving a small wave to the tearful little girl in what she presumed to be Dean's father's arms. "I'm Jenny. What's your name?"

The little girl hiccupped, as she gazed down at the friendly young girl. She could sense nice things about her.

"Chrissie" mumbled the four-year old, and within an instant, her eyes lit up. "Daddy can we play bowling now?"

John sighed and nodded. Chrissie almost leapt from his arms, as she dashed across to gather a bowling ball for herself. In typical fashion, she choice the heaviest and the biggest one. She even snapped at Dean, insisting that she was a big girl and could do it herself, yet asking for his help moments later.

At the end of the date, Dean was rewarded with a kiss. The moment was ruined when a small voice cried out: "Ewww! Daddy, their doing kissy things!"

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