Chrissie frolics in a wonderland of snow with her brothers

Chrissie's eyes widened in glee at the sight she looked upon from the motel room window. Snow was fluttering down from the sky above and was leaving a thin blanket on the ground. Weather reports stated that the blizzard would continue into the night and there was a likely chance that many people would be stranded due to the sudden attack from Jack Frost and his minions. Still the four year old didn't mind one bit, and her naïve and pure innocence was highlighted by her sweet giggles and coos as she watched the snow fall. It was night time which made it appear more magical.

"We's gonna needs a blanket" she said simply, her gaze still on the snow storm outside.

Twelve year old Sam glanced over from the couch, pressing mute on the television remote. He had been observing his baby sister for the past thirty minutes and the pre-teen relished in seeing her happy. Putting the remote down on the coffee table, the youth wandered over to the little girl and pulled her onto his lap once he sat down on the bed. Nevertheless, the child's focus remained on the activity outdoors.

"Why are we gonna need a blanket?" asked Sam.

"The Pala," replied Chrissie pointing over at the 67' Impala that was sitting alone in the parking lot. "She get cold cos the snow. Blanket make her warm again."

Sam smiled and rolled his eyes fondly at her. If he knew Chrissie, he knew that the infant would be determined to give a car a blanket in order to defend itself against the snow.

"The car isn't a person" he told her.

Chrissie pouted as she sighed. Trust the infant to mix reality and imagination.

"I's wanna play in the snow" said the little girl cocking her head to one side as she bounced in her brother's lap.

"In the morning" replied Sam with a smile.

"Awww" whined Chrissie dramatically "I's wanna play in the snow now!"

"In the morning," repeated the middle sibling "It's getting late and besides it's your bedtime and you know how grouchy you get when you've not had enough sleep."

"I's no wanna go to sleep," sulked Chrissie "Deanie not back yet. He said he'd come back to tell me bedtime story."

Suddenly Dean appeared at the window, starling Sam in the process while Chrissie laughed as her elder brother pulled funny faces at the pair from behind the glass window. Chrissie wriggled herself of Sam's knees and toddled over to the doorway to let her big brother in. The child could hardly reach the door handle but with determination she managed in the end. Once the eldest sibling entered the room he was greeted by the warm embrace of the youngest. He had only been out to grab some provisions yet Chrissie acted like she hadn't seen him in days, as was a normal custom in her behaviour.

"Youse back!" beamed the infant as she squeezed her big brother's legs. She gazed up at him with her large green eyes. "I's missed you."

"I've missed you too baby" returned the eldest swooping the tiny girl up into his arms.

"It snowing Deanie!," said Chrissie excitedly before she paused. She tilted her head again, perplexed. "I's thought it only snowed at Christmas. Why it snow now?"

Always full of questions was the small Christina Winchester as is any young child at that age of discovery. The brothers only hoped that the family business wouldn't be discovered just yet. Not now. They didn't want to take her childhood away from her. It was something they both had to endure after their mother's death five years previous. For the same to happen to their beloved baby sister, it would break their already broken hearts.

"I dunno," answered Dean with a smile. He glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed it was eight o'clock. "Right Chrissie. We gotta get you ready for bed."

He chuckled as he watched his little sister scowl, something she was being to pattern into her personality. She was at the age of defying bedtime as was forever wanting to play and going to bed spoiled the fun. However the promise of a bedtime story eventually solved the problem, as long as she didn't keep asking questions and wanting more stories then Chrissie would be out like a light.

Chrissie watched a torrent of water gush out of the taps and fill the small bathtub that waited for her. The child hugged a fluffy yet aging towel around her small skinny frame, her dark brown hair a wild mane of fuzzy chaos once Dean removed her bunches. She shivered and curled her toes against the bath mat under her soft padded feet, she loved bath times but hated the waiting process as it meant exposure to the cold draughts of night. Her brother gently dipped his elbow into the water to monitor the temperature to make sure it was safe for the infant. Aware of the child's dignity, Dean averted his eyes as he lowered his sister into the water.

Chrissie relaxed as the lukewarm water soothed her before she screwed her face in disgust and outrage as a soapy flannel began scrubbing her grimy cheeks.

"I swear you must play in the gutter with the state your face is in." commented the elder sibling, a remark that fell on deaf ears as the little girl smacked the water with the palms of her hands, making it ripple. "But what else are you meant to do."

Chrissie's eyes met her brothers and for a second or two, the siblings stared at each other. Radiant as they were, Dean swore he could see sadness and fear in his sister dazzling green eyes. How that glint managed to get there proved to be a mystery.

"So what did you and Sammy get up to today whilst Daddy and I were out at work?," he asked striking up a conversation with his baby sister. "Anything fun?"

"Yup," started Chrissie smiling. "I's had eggs with army guys for breakfast, den Sammy and I watched Bert and Ernie, den we's played Ghost, den Hide and Go Seek…"

Chrissie continued her long description on her day which made her brother grin as she rambled on and on.

"I's den coloreded some pictures for you and Daddy and I's wanted to get ice-ceem but Sammy said no cos it snowing and it too cold for ice-ceem. He said we play in snow tomorrow cos it bedtime now. But I not sweepy yet. I's gonna make a snowman and he come away with us."

Dean shook his head fondly at his little sister as he proceeded with scrubbing her skin with the soap lathered flannel.

"We can't take a snowman away with us honey" he said regrettably.

"Why?" pouted Chrissie endearingly.

"Cos you and Sammy would be smooshed in the car with a snowman in the back," explained the teenager. "Besides he'll melt. You know that."

The infant nodded solemnly and gave a huffed sigh of defeat. She began yawning as her brother finished his task and fatigue was drifting in and out of the littlest Winchester. Her growing urge for independence was shown as she was able to button up her Batman sleep suit and to brush her milk teeth without any assistance from her big brother. An elaborate bed time story involving a robotic elephant called Dave, who ventured into the jungle to rescue a little girl called Izzy from evil Dinosaurs, with help from her big brothers Hammy and Bean, finally sent the child into a deep slumber.

"Goodnight baby," hushed the eldest kissing her on her forehead. "Angel's are watching over you."

As her breathing became soft and with the steady yet slow rise of the bed sheet lump, the brothers watched over their sister, glancing back and forth to the snow storm outside their tiny motel room.

The Following Morning

"Chrissie" crooned Dean as he ruffled the infant's feathery hair, which roused her slightly as she turned over and began to blink blearily at her big brother. He smiled down at her.

"Rise and shine sweetheart"

The little girl gazed up at him and beamed her famous heart warming, mischievous grin. She rubbed the sleep out of her bright eyes with balled up fists and yawned, her hair a wild bush.

"Did you sleep well?"

Chrissie nodded.

"Anymore nightmares?"

Chrissie shook her head before cocking it to one side and drew her attention to the frosty window.

"Is snow still here?" questioned the infant hopefully scrabbling across the bed so she could peek out the window.

"See for yourself" smirked her brother.

Her eyes widened in delight as she saw thick blankets of white snow covering every inch of the parking lot outside. The sight was jaw dropping for the four year old and she clapped her small hands in joy and cheered happily. Chrissie glanced over at the still sleeping middle sibling-whom she was sharing a bed with- her smile spread further. Without warning she launched herself at her brother, surprising him so much that he tumbled from the bed, making the eldest roar with laughter. Thankfully for Chrissie she remained on the bed and looked down at a disgruntled Sam who was rubbing his rear end, tangled in the bed sheets he took down with him. She giggled innocently at the twelve year old who merely sigh and rolled his eyes at her. It was something he was definitely accustomed to.

"There are nicer ways to wake people up in the morning Chrissie" the middle sibling pointed out as he clambered to his feet.

"But it's funny" tittered Chrissie sweetly.

Half an hour later, after a huge debate on what was being served as breakfast, the siblings were ready to embark on some light relief, with the littlest one leading the way. The brothers had taken extra precautions with Chrissie and bundled her up like a package to keep the cold air from freezing the small girl. She could hardly move as she rushed outside, waddling like a duckling who had been stuffed full of bread chucks. The scarf in which was wound round her neck blocked part of her vision as it came half way up her face. A navy knitted hat with a red pom pom was clamped over her pink ears and her dainty fingers were shielded by matching mittens. Her arms stuck out comically due to the puffy jacket she was ordered to wear. Unfortunately Chrissie had no Wellington boots so she had to make do with three pairs of socks as her clumpy boots proved useless in snowy conditions. It was a wonder how she didn't topple over with all the extra weight she was carrying. Nevertheless, the four year old leapt around the parking lot like a spring activated toy, with her brothers watching over her like guard dogs.

"I wish Dad was here to see her like this," commented Sam sadly. "He never spends time with her. He's always to busy."

The eldest remained silent as he observed his baby sister. The twelve year old was right. Their father was forever letting them down, giving out false hope and promises, it pained the brothers to see him disappoint Chrissie. He was becoming a stranger to his only daughter. Chrissie calls to them brought the pair out of their thoughts and into reality again.

Sam taught Chrissie how to make snow angels but whilst he was instructing her, he found himself under attack by a barrage of snowballs. A cackle of laughter gave the perpetrator away instantly.

"Dude!," Sam yelped at his brother. Suddenly he was smacked in the face by one particularly large snowball. "Owwww!"

The brothers larked around with their snowball battle, leaving Chrissie to perfect the art of how to make a snow angel. Eventually with energies running low, the siblings began constructing a snowman. Once completed, it was up to Chrissie to name it.

"Homer" declared Chrissie proudly. "He called Homer."

Years later, she would be asked on how did she come up with the name.

"Meh. I dunno," she would reply with a shrug. "The Simpsons I guess."

A photograph of the four year old with the snowman would also be forever treasured by the eldest, her large eyes and cheeky grin would greet him each time he delved into his wallet. A precious moment frozen in the form of a photograph. A moment he'd wish he could revisit but knew it was impossible. He couldn't stop Chrissie from growing up even though he wanted to. All children had to grow up, including his baby sister.

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