Chris bares witness to something she does not understand, much to the horror of her brothers.

It was getting late and Sam was alone to hold the fort. Not like Chrissie gave him any trouble. She would just sit and draw or just mindlessly watch the TVunless it was cartoons she liked. Sam felt a pang of sadness for his four year old sister. Her childish nature and naivety enable her to ignore the pain and suffering of the world around her. It was a dark and dangerous world but everything is bright and rosy in the minds of a little girl. The time will come when this force field around her would come crashing down and she would be exposed to the cruelness of reality. Her elders could only protect her on what they knew would be a short lived childhood. In the meantime her brothers could only shower her with care and humour and hearing her laugh brought a flicker of light into their sad, gloomy world.

Sam was watching a documentary on the TV with his sister sitting on his lap, happily devouring a candy bar. He came across the program by chance which was good on his behalf because he had a school project on the subject.

"Where's that big fworest about?" asked Chrissie, slurping chocolate.

"It in Brazil. It's called the Amazon. It's called a rainforest" Sam explained, smiling at his sister.

"Does it have monkeys wike Jungle Book?" quizzed the child.

"Yup," he replied and then pointed at the TV, "See."

Chrissie grinned as the narrator began discussing the behaviour of a Capuchin monkey. The four year old was interested, made clear by her soulful eyes.

"Monkey is trying to get the nut" she remarked as the Capuchin monkey continued to smash a nut against the tree bark.

She then cocked her head and laughed "Sammy that monkey wooks like Dean!"

Sam laughed along as he recalled an incident a few days previous when Dean was battling with a stubborn tin of beans. It resulted with him banging it against the table. He didn't win the battle and gave up in a fit of annoyance. He smiled and ran his fingers through his little sister's wavy hair, he did this until the documentary ended about half an hour later.

Two hours later

"Sammy! Wets play games!" said the child tugging at her brother's sleeve.

Sam sighed "Alright. What do you wanna play?"

Chrissie paused then smiled "Ghosts!"

Sam winced slightly but the little girl noticed and hugged his leg and looked up at him with her doleful green orbs. She pouted in confusion.

"What's wong Sammy. You no wanna play Ghosts?" she asked.

Sam forced himself to smile "Sure I do kiddo. Let's play ghosts. I'll be the ghost first, okay."

Chrissie giggled as she watched her brother pull the bed sheets over himself until her looked like a ghost.

"Oh no!" squealed the little girl pretending to cower away.

"OOOOOOHHHHH" groaned Sam comically waving his arms under the sheets, he had a goofy grin on his face as he did so.

The four year old then stated with defiance "I ain't scare of no ghost."

She then charged over and nearly tackled Sam onto the bed. Sam didn't see that coming nor did he expect to hear a sudden voice.

"What the hell?"

Sam yanked the covers of himself, his hair fluffy and his face was beetroot red from laughing. He was now embarrassed. Reason being was that Dean was standing in the doorway with an equally embarrassed look. He was not alone though. A girl of the same age was holding onto his arm, she was blonde and wearing a short skirt and clunky boots. Sam then remembered. He was meant to take Chrissie out, because Dean was bringing his new girlfriend home. He had forgot. Now the situation was awkward.

The girlfriend seemed uncomfortable in her surroundings. Mostly because of the infant staring at her. She didn't dispute the fact that the kid was cute but at first she thought it was a little boy before she heard the child speak. Then she noticed two bumblebee clips which summarised it all. She then felt a slight ease when the infant began asking her questions. Never ending questions. While the little girl was chattering to the teenager, the brothers were arguing outside.

"Dude I told you to take Chrissie out!" said Dean outraged.

"I forgot and besides where would I take her?" retaliated Sam irritated.

"I dunno Sam uh the park, the movies. Anywhere" grunted Dean with a pissed off expression.

"What are you doing bringing back a girl anyway?," quizzed Sam, then the penny dropped, he was disgusted, "Aw man you were actually gonna…I mean you were really gonna…here…of all places!"

Dean rolled his eyes at his twelve year old brother. He gave him a playful shove and the pair re-entered the room. Chrissie was appearing to be interrogating the poor girl. The girlfriend was relieved when she was guided out by Dean, leaving Sam and Chrissie alone again.

"Uh," said Sam looking down at Chrissie, he needed a diversion, "Bedtime."

The four year old frowned at him and crossed her skinny arms "But I'm not sweepy."

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose "Okay we'll just watch TV then."

The child shrugged and mounted the couch "Kay den."

Sam never realised how tired he was and within a few minutes he drifted of into a daze, he didn't notice Chrissie peeking out the door, on looking the parking lot. The Impala was making a funny rocking movement. She saw a hand slap against the window. Confused, the child ran over to investigate the scene. Later on in her life, she would regret opening the door.

The four year old was bewildered at the sight she saw. Her brother was shirtless and was on top of the girlfriend, his jeans around his ankles. The girl let out a shriek of surprise when she noticed the little girl standing there, holding the door open. Dean looked up and gasped in horror. Shit he thought.

The child wrinkled her nose "What you doing? Why you lying on top of her?"

She then pointed at something odd protruding from her brother's boxer shorts "What dat?"

"Sam!" roared Dean.

Sam dashed outside and clamped a hand over Chrissie's eyes, he then grimaced at a sight that almost burned his eyes out of his skull. He then ushered Chrissie back inside. He hoped she would never remember that moment. Little did he know that she would remember. A sight like that was not for children's eyes. Period.