Chrissie was in a princess mood, and had donned an old second-hand flower girl dress, that masqueraded as a princess gown. Even though the five year old was a boisterous mini tomboy in the making, Chrissie occasionally showed her more feminine side, that was regarded more normal for a little girl. The tiny girl twirled around in the living room, pretending that her teddy bear was waltzing with her. She was singing to herself, the song 'Once Upon A Dream' from the Disney movie, Sleeping Beauty, whilst dancing with her teddy bear.
"Dean, c'mere, look at Chrissie," said Sam, as he watched from the doorway of Bobby's study, with a large smile on his face. Dean soon joined him, who then also began to smile. "It's like she lives on her own little planet."
The brothers continued to watch their little sister. It was true, it was like Chrissie had her own personal planet that she could escape to, leaving all her troubles behind. The brothers longed for that kind of innocence once again, as it had been cruelly snatched away from them on the night of the fire, that claimed the life of their mother five years previous.
Yet, the brothers were unaware that Chrissie was aware of their presence, and was simply milking her adorable performance. Chrissie gasped, before throwing her hands to her face in an overdramatic Shakespearian manner. She then pointed at Sam.
"Oh, my prince has found me, Goober," said the little girl. "He has come to take me away to his castle."
Dean was becoming red in the face, with trying to contain his laughter, as Sam was dragged into the living room by the tiny five year old.
"You'll never get a prom date if that's how you dance, Sammy," remarked Dean, with a large grin on his face. "Just make sure you don't step on Chrissie with your lumberjack feet."
Chrissie giggled, as she danced with her brother, with the smile on her face almost tickling her ears. Both brothers' hearts swelled with adoration for the youngest. Her naivety almost cast a veil over their dark lives.
"Oh, my!" gasped Chrissie. "Oh, how lucky am I! Another prince, Goober!"
Now, it was Sam's turn to begin smirking, as Dean was near enough shoved into the living room by Chrissie. Yet, like Chrissie, Dean played up to his audience. The little girl laughed and squealed in delight, as Dean twirled her around.
That evening, the siblings were feasted on a fried chicken take out. Chrissie was gnawing on a fried chicken leg, to which Sam rolled his eyes, due to the fact that Dean was eating in the very same manner.
"It's like looking in a mirror sometimes," he muttered, whilst chewing, to which Dean and Chrissie looked up at him, in unison. "Chrissie, don't watch Dean eat, you'll pick up his bad habits."
Chrissie gazed up at both brothers, her cheeks stuffed like a hamster, and mouth smeared with ranch dressing. Dean also had an identical expression.
Dean waggled his eyebrows, in an overconfident manner, to which Chrissie copied. This action made Dean splutter, which caused half digested chicken and ranch dressing to spray all over the kitchen table.
"Christ!" exclaimed Sam. "Where you trying to aim for my face with that, Dean?"
Dean wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, before resuming eating his fried chicken. He dipped it in white gloopy ranch dressing.
"Sammy, it would take more than chicken and ranch dressing to improve your face" replied the seventeen year old.
Chrissie gently tapped him on the arm, her mouth still covered in ranch dressing.
"Don't be silly, Sammy is pretty" remarked the little girl, as she then nodded at the middle sibling.
Sam nodded back, before sticking his tongue out at his brother.
"Oh, Samuel," gasped Dean, with mocked offence. "That hurt me, right in the feels."
Sam sighed, as he wiped his mouth with a now greasy napkin. He cleared his throat, before throwing the napkin at Dean. The eldest sibling couldn't ignore the smiles on both Sam and Chrissie's faces.
That night, Chrissie was snuggled up in her bed, and was almost fast asleep. The brothers were at her bedside. Dean stroked her soft mane of brown waves, his eyes glimmering with devotion. He then planted a kiss on the child's forehead.
"G'night, sweetheart" he whispered, before leaving the bedroom.
Sam kept vigil of his sister, and was unprepared by what his sister would say.
"You'll find your princess one day, Sammy," muttered the half asleep little girl. "She will be very pretty. You'll meet her at school, the kind you wanna go to when your bigger. She will have the same birthday as Dean, so we could have a double party for both birthdays. She will have long yellow hair, like Mommy."
Sam smiled softly, bemused by his sleepy sister's words. Chrissie was such a strange little thing. Yet, Sam didn't know what the future would hold for him, or how correct Chrissie would turn out to be. To him, this was just fantasy, but would later discover it to be a tragic reality.