Hiya Guys! I was brain storming during my free periods today at school and I have came up with several plans. Hopefully I get to publish them all by the end of the weekend as I have my Youth Theatre's show next week and a History essay on my ass. Phew life is fun! Anyways I'm rambling on. Enjoy!

Chris - 1

Sam - 9

Dean - 13

Chris meets Bobby Singer for the first time.

Christina, who was now dubbed Chrissie, was a year old. John was somewhat glad that his daughter bearded no resemblance to his murdered wife. Her eyes were large green orbs and her hair was a soft mop of brown waves and she had a heart warming smile and a lovable giggle that would make even the toughest biker dude coo at her. Yet as advanced as she was mentally, the child wasn't walking yet. She could shuffle and scooted about on her rear end and all fours no bother. She could even pull her self up to stand yet she had never put one foot in front of the other. It was only a matter of time. Her older brothers prayed that their father would witness the precious moment, but they knew not to pray too hard.

The family was visiting Robert Singer, or Uncle Bobby according to the kids, one weekend. John had been researching a murderous spirit for over a week and he was ready to destroy it. The kids couldn't come along for obvious reasons and it was up to Bobby to baby sit. The boys had met Bobby before had they regarded him as a second father. However their was one member of the family who had never seen the family friend.

"So this is Chrissie huh?," asked Bobby gazing at the little girl in John's arms, "She sure does take after the boys don't she."

"Yeah she does" said John looking at his daughter who smiled at him.

"Papa" she gurgled then she pointed at Bobby with a puzzled expression.

"That's Uncle Bobby," said John, "Say hi."

"Hi" replied Chrissie brightly holding her hands out to the man with the

greying beard and a baseball cap.

Bobby was surprised at the child's open friendlessness. Don't kids normally shy away at strangers at first meetings he thought. But he knew just by looking at the child that she was in for a bumpy ride in life. For something so small and young, life had been cruel to her already, that wasn't fair in Bobby's eyes. Bobby soon realised he was holding the infant in his arms. Like her father and brothers, Bobby was now vowed to protect her from danger and harm.

John left about two hours later and Bobby was surprised that his departure had not distressed the child in any way. She simply sat on Sam's lap and watched Sesame Street and she giggled playful as Elmo made an appearance whilst nibbling on potato chips that she kept stealing from Sam. Dean laughed when Sam realised the once full bag was suddenly empty. Chrissie gazed up at Sam with adorable puppy dog eyes.

"Soree Hammy" she pouted with crumbs and salt flakes scarring her podgy cheeks.

Sam just smiled and kissed the top of his baby sister's head and shook his head. It happened all the time and he didn't mind at all. Several minutes later she was asleep.

Her afternoon nap lasted about half an hour and she woke with a whimper. Dean knew what that signalled. Diaper change. Bobby was amazed on how the boys co-operated with the task, it was like a swift military action and Chrissie had a new, fresh diaper within less of a minute. She was the plonked down onto the floor and she then shuffled along the floor on her rear end, she ventured around the coffee table again and again until she almost wore away the denim of her dungarees due to friction. She stopped suddenly and gazed up at her elders with a grin. She only had several teeth and the rest was just gum. Teething caused her obvious pain yet she never complained much.

"Alright boys food's up!," declared Bobby planting a large bowl of macaroni and cheese onto the half cluttered dining table, "Come and get it."

The boys charged at the table and battled for the first serving before Bobby gave them a small swift scold.

"What are ya animals?," he said, he then noticed baby Chrissie staring up at him, clinging to his leg for support, "Don't take after yer brothers little un."

Chrissie shook her head "No."

Bobby chuckled and placed Chrissie in his make shift highchair. Chrissie was smart. She knew it was a highchair even though it didn't look like one. Her face lit up when she noticed food. Bobby attempted the airplane technique but Chrissie turned her head away stubbornly.

"She hates that" pointed out Dean, his mouth full of macaroni and cheese.

"Dude eat with your mouth closed," said Sam in disgust, "It's gross."

Dean stuck out his tongue which was caked in pasta curls and dripping and half digested cheese. Sam whined and Dean laughed.

Chrissie shook her head again and Bobby stated "Boys will be boys."

He chuckled when the infant nodded in agreement. She then took the spoon from

Bobby and began to cram the cheesy pasta into her little mouth. Sam was watching and kicked Dean under the table.

"Ow!," protested Dean rubbing his shin bone, "The hell was that for?"

"You're a bad influence" said Sam indicating his baby sister who was clearly copying the eldest sibling.

Bobby rolled his eyes. Kids he thought. Chrissie was none the wiser of her bickering siblings and the cautioning they received from Bobby. Melted cheese was soon dripping from her rounded chin. She grinned. She loved Macaroni cheese. It was official.

"Where ye takin Chrissie?" Bobby asked Dean who was holding his baby sister.

"I was gonna show her the cars" replied Dean.

"She's one Dean," said Sam who had lifted his head from his science homework, "Why would she care about cars. She doesn't even know what a car is."

"Shut up" grunted Dean making his way outside into the junkyard.

Chrissie scanned about the junkyard with wide eyes and she pointed in every direction at the rusty sheets of metal strewn about and old bangers for cars. Dean lead her towards an old and decaying Mustang. She tapped it with her small hands and gasped as the metal felt cold and warm at the same time. Dean wanted to check out the old car himself so he put Chrissie down and wandered around the car, admiring it with awe. Meanwhile little Chrissie had pulled her self upright and was amazed at the detail in the deflated tyre and was prodding it with her index finger. She was startled when a tiny amount of air escaped and hissed.

Suddenly she began to toddle at her full speed towards Dean who had reappear from the other end of the car. His mouth dropped and soon spread into a huge grin. Chrissie fell into his arms as her legs buckled.

"Kiddo you walked!" beamed Dean hugging her tightly "You walked!"

He then picked her up and took her back inside in which Sam and Bobby was confused by the excited state he was in.

"Why are ye smiling like the Joker?" asked Bobby putting down a book and walking over to them.

Chrissie then began to bounce in her brother's arms. She wanted down. Dean nodded at Bobby and said to Chrissie as he put her down "Go get Sammy."

Sam gazed over and gasped in surprise and pride as he witnessed his little sister racing towards him on unsteady legs. He grabbed her just before she fell over and smothered her in kisses.

"You did it!," Sam said grinning like the Cheshire Cat, "Dad will be proud."

Dean suddenly looked sad and slightly annoyed "I knew he'd miss this."

Bobby patted his shoulder in reassurance. He knew the boys were disappointed that their father missed a major milestone in his daughter's early life. Chrissie seemed to be the only source of light for them both since the sudden and horrific death of their mother. Bobby knew that too. John was still lost in the dark however. Leaving his children behind.

The rest of the day was spent encouraging Chrissie to walk several distances and seeing if she could make it without wobbling and falling over. Barney the Dinosaur soon took her attention span at one point.

Yet most precious of all was that Bobby had a camera and captured moments that would be forever instilled in time within a photograph.

Later at night when Chrissie was fast asleep, Bobby kept a watchful eye over the sleeping child who was cuddled against Sam with a pacifier in her mouth. Her breathing was slow and gentle and she twitched once or twice.

Bobby smiled and let out a small yet heavy sigh "Yer Daddy doesn't know what he's missing."

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