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Dean gave an awkward smile at the elder lady who "awwed" at him as he carried a sleeping Emily from the library. Why? Because he was left with research duty while Charlie and Sam are visiting a victims family, because apparently Dean's not the "shoulder to cry on type of guy in those kinds of situations". So he and Emily were stuck at the library. By the time Dean figured out the family's past Emily was out like a light, laying facedown in a book. He tried to wake her, really he did--okay, maybe that's a lie. But she looked so cute and tired he really didn't want to wake her. So here he was carrying his daughter, trying to ignore the awkward feeling he got every time somebody gave an "aww" or cooed at them.
"Great." Dean hissed quietly as he stepped outside in the light rain.
He pulled the hood of Emily's sweater up onto her head gently then started for the parking lot only getting half way before an old woman stopped him.
"Isn't she the cutest thing." The old woman smiled.
Dean gave her an awkward smile and lightly shifted Emily up higher on his hips.
"How old is she?" She asked, reaching out to touch her leg.
"She's 7." Dean moved a little out of the woman's arm reach. "We really should get going, her Mom's going to wonder where we're at."
The woman looked at Dean's left hand then frowned. "Oh. You're one of those guys."
Dean went to ask what she meant by that but the old woman trudged off, casting a mean look in Dean's direction. Dean rubbed Emily's back with a deep frown on his face and turned to head to the Impala.
"Mom?" Emily whispered sleepily with a small whimper.
"Shh. It's okay." Dean pressed a kiss to the side of her hooded head without thinking about it. "We'll see her soon."
Emily fisted the sleeves of Dean's shirt at his biceps and whimpered. "I don't want to go home."
"You don't have to." He whispered and rubbed her back.
At hearing that Emily loosened her grip on Dean's shirt and left her arms drop freely.
Getting to the Impala, Dean opened the back door and laid Emily down on the back seat then go into the drivers seat and headed for the house they were staying in.
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"Salt and burn." Charlie told Dean as soon as he walked through the door. "Wilmington Cemetery."
"We spent all day at the library for that?" Dean asked as he helped Charlie gently remove Emily's sweater.
"Let me lay her down while Sam lets you know what we found out." Charlie reached for Emily.
"It's okay." Dean moved out of her reach. "I'll take her to her room."
Charlie watched Dean carry her daughter up the stairs and out of view, Dean returning a bit later and plopping down on the couch next to Sam, Charlie sitting on the coffee table in front of them.
"So salt and burn?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam nodded. "But it wasn't Ronald Smith--I mean it was but it wasn't."
At Dean's arched brow Charlie stated, "It was Brodie Taylor in Ronald's body."
"See, when Ronald murdered those people in that home, he ate Brodie Taylor's heart and died a few short hours later." Sam said, Charlie cringing. "And now Brodie Taylor's going after all the men in Ronald Smith's family and killing them. Wanna guess how?"
"Heart attack?" Dean asked.
"Heart attack." Charlie nodded.
Dean nodded and scratched at his neck. "All right. So holy water, salt and burn?"
"Yep." Sam agreed. "I figure we could leave in an hour or so, so by the time we get there it'll be dark."
"Sounds good to me." Dean replied as he scooted down into the couch and closed his eyes. "Just let me rest a bit."
Charlie and Emily stood holding flashlights so Sam and Dean could see as they dug, shivering as the wind blew, sending a chill down the Smooter girls spines.
"Wanna hand me the holy water and salt?" Dean called up.
Emily hurried over to the duffle bag and grabbed them, handing them to Dean once she got back.
Dean grunted as he and Sam climbed out of the open grave, grabbing his pack of matches once he was out.
"Can I light it?" Emily asked, hope swimming in her eyes.
Smirking, Dean nodded and handed the pack to her, Charlie grabbing it from his hands.
"I don't think so. Emily Catherine, you know better." Charlie gave her a look and handed back the matches to Dean.
"Mom never lets me light it." Emily frowned.
Sam smiled and nodded. "If it makes you feel any better: Dean never lets me light it either."
Emily smiled as well and leaned into Sam as her eyes got heavy.
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"Hey Dean?" Emily asked skipping outside to where Dean was putting oil in his Baby.
"Yeah?" Came his muffled response from under the hood.
Emily picked at the skirt she was wearing. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Dean's head hit the hood as he stood up straight a little too quickly, hissing a damn as he did so. "Why? Your Mom say something?"
"No." Emily shook her head. "I was just wondering."
Dean nodded and rubbed at his head.
"Will you marry me?" Emily asked.
"Aren't you a little young? I think your Mom would murder me." Dean told her.
"When I grow up." She replied in a duh tone. "Will you wait for me?"
Dean smiled and picked his daughter up. "I don't know, you won't want an old thing like me when you're older."
Emiy frowned and shook her head. "I don't think so. Guys my age act very infantile."
"Really?" Dean laughed then frowned. "How many guys your age do you know?"
"A few." She shrugged. "Gary, Caleb, Zach, Andrew, Cameron, Riley--he's had a crush on me since we were 3."
Dean frowned and headed for the house, still carrying Emily. "Yeah? Well, Riley's a girls name."
"So will you wait for me?" Emily asked, hope swimming in her eyes.
"Absolutely." Dean nodded and walked into the house. "Tell Riley you're officially off the market."
"Mom! Dean's gonna marry me!" Emily grinned at her Mother as Dean set her down.
"Really?" Charlie smiled.
Emily nodded. "Dean says to tell Riley I'm officially off the market."
Charlie laughed as Emily ran out of the room yelling to Sam that she was getting married in about 14 years.
"Tell Riley she's officially of the market?" Charlie asked with an arched brow.
"What?" Dean shrugged. "Riley kid sounds like a real perv."
"Dean, Riley's 7, how much of a perv can he be?" She smiled.
Scratching behind his ear he shrugged. "Hey, I was 7 once. I know what's going on in that boy's mind."
"Cooties and eating dirt?" Charlie asked.
"I never went through the cootie stage. I don't think any boy does." He informed her.
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