Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters, I do however own Charlotte, Emily, Cooter, Kurt and all others you do not know

"Mom, he was a jerk." Emily told her Mother the next morning as Charlie got breakfast ready.

"Emily Catherine." Charlie scolded.

"Sorry." She muttered.

Placing a plate of bacon and eggs in front of Emily, Charlie then sat beside her. "What'd he say?"

Emily rolled her eyes and swallowed a gulp of water then mocked. "Isn't it time you went nappy-poo in your beddy-bye?"

"That's not really fair." Dean's voice came from the doorway. "I don't think I sound like that."

Emily stared at her Mother in a 'Can-You-Believe-This-Guy' way.

"Your breakfast is on the stove, Dean." Charlie smiled.

"I'm sure Sam would like to eat too, you know." Emily told him at seeing how much he was piling on his plate, which earned her a disapproving look from Charlie.

"You've got a big mouth for a little girl, you know." Dean told her, leaning aganist the counter to eat.

Emily's mouth fell open before she narrowed her eyes at him and went to throw her fork at him, Charlie grabbing it from her.

"Emily Catherine, why don't you go get dressed, huh?" Charlie smiled softly at her.

"Okay, Mom." Emily got up and walked out of the room after shooting a narrow eyed look Dean's way.

"She's a little spitfire." Dean said.

Charlie nodded. "Yeah, she is."

Dean bit the inside of his cheek until he couldn't take it anymore. "Why didn't you tell me she was mine?"

Charlie's head shot up so fast you would've thought she had whiplash. "What? Why would you think that?"

"Oh I don't know," Dean shrugged. "Maybe the fact that she looks like me, oh and your Dad called and threatened me with his shotgun right after she was born."

"My Dad called you??" Charlie asked startled. "Why the Hell would he do that?"

"Why the Hell wouldn't you tell me?!" Dean slammed his plate on the counter, not noticing Charlie flinch.

Charlie stared at him. "It was a little hard when your number changed, besides we couldn't handle an actual relationship, how would you have handled that?"

"I still had a right to know, and not by your Father or his shotgun!" He yelled, this time noticing Charlie flinch.

"Hey!" Emily yelled, stomping into the room and over to Dean. "I didn't take Wilson yelling at my Mom and I will not take you yelling at her!"

Dean got a look of shock on his face, Charlie wiping her hands down her face.

"Charlie?" Dean asked quietly. "Who's Wilson?"

Charlie waved her hands. "No one, he's no one."

"He's a big jerk. That's who he is!" Emily said.

Dean nodded then looked at Emily. "What did he do to your Mom?"

"Emily Catherine." Charlie told her in a low tone, telling her not to go there.

"He yelled and smacked her all the time. And I'm not about to let you do that either." Emily told him, definate tilt to her chin.

"Charlie?" Dean asked again. "Did he hurt you?"

Charlie looked over at him, tears in her eyes. Thankfully the front door opened and closed, signalling Kurt Smooter was back from getting a local newspaper.

"I better go see if Dad found any new hunts for us, Em." Charlie said and started toward the hall, Dean right behind her.

"Did he touch you, Charlie?" Dean asked in a hushed tone.

"Dean, drop it." She stopped and told him.

Shaking his head furiously, he said in a low tone, "Charlotte Elizabeth Smooter, did he raise his hand to you?"

"Yes! Okay? Yes he did." Charlie rolled her eyes. "It--Just don't tell my Dad, all right?"

Dean's brows shot up. "Kurt doesn't know?"

Charlie shook her head. "No, and I don't want him to either."

"Did he touch Emily?" He asked slowly.

"No. God, no. That would never happen." Charlie told him. "There's no way I'd let that happen."

"Charlie?" Came Kurt's voice from the living room.

"Coming Dad." She called back.

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Charlie was packing her bag when she heard the floor creak at the doorway to the room she was staying in. Looking behind her she smiled softly at her daughter.

"Hey Emmy." Charlie said, zipping her bag closed and turning to face Emily fully.

Emily picked at her hands for a bit before asking, "Mom, are you mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you, hun?" Charlie asked.

"I dunno." She shrugged. "I told Dean about Wilson."

"Yeah. I know." Charlie placed her suitcase on the floor. "But I'm not mad."

Emily nodded. "So you don't hate me?"

Charlie couldn't help herself, she laughed. "No, I don't hate you. I could never ever hate you."

Emily ran over and wrapped her arms around her Mother's middle, hugging Charlie to her.

"Hate to say it," Charlie huffed as she picked Emily up and tossed her onto the bed. "but you're stuck with me, Kid."

Emily giggled and pushed her long hair out of her face. "I'm cool with that."

"Good." Charlie smiled. "Now go grab your bag before we tell Grandpa goodbye."

"Fine." She sighed and trudged out of the room, Emily hated saying goodbye to her Grandpa, even if it was for only a couple weeks.

"So you're leaving?" Dean asked as he stood in front of Charlie as she stood next to her Black 1971 Dodge Demon.

"Yeah, Dad found a hunt for us." Charlie nodded. "And Emily Catherine, stop giving Cooter Pepsi!"

Emily's giggle came from the back seat from her place beside Cooter.

"We'll see you later though, it really is a small world. We're bound to run into each other again." Charlie said as she climbed into her car. "Good luck with the hunt. Call me and let me know how it went."

"Kinda need your number for that." Dean said, casually trying to lean against the car only to slip a bit, covering it up with a smirk as he caught himself.

Charlie tried to hide her smile as she pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail. "Yeah, it's already in your phone."

Arching a brow he pulled his phone out and flipped it open, going through his contacts list. "Wh--How'd you..."

"Emmy, she's a wiz at that kind of stuff." Charlie grinned and handed Emily a bottle of water for Cooter. "Bye, Dean."

Giving a short wave as he watched the Dodge Demon roll out of the driveway and down the street.

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