Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own Charlie, Emily, Cooter, Kurt and all others you do not know.
Note: My Great Grandma has loved Hummingbirds since she was little, so this was me putting a little of her into the story. Sorry if anyone finds it stupid.
Hummingbird
Dean's eyes shot open at the sound of something in his bedroom, his hand immediately going to the knife he kept under his pillow.
"Sorry." Emily's quiet voice sounded out.
Dean pulled his hand from under his pillow and rolled onto his back. "Need something?"
"No." Emily shook her head. "Sorry I woke you."
Nodding, Dean closed his eyes and relaxed back into the pillows.
"Dean?" Came a few minutes later.
"What?" He asked with a slight growl from being woken again. Noticing her sharp intake of breath his eyes shot open again and he sat straight up, guilty feeling sinking into his gut at seeing the tears in Emily's eyes. "Come here." He told her softly as he pulled the comforter back.
Emily shook her head and started for the door.
Dean swung his legs over the side of the bed slowly, not wanting to scare her more. "Emily, it's okay baby girl."
She stared at him for a little bit with tears swimming in her eyes before she launched herself into his arms. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to wake you."
Pulling her up onto his lap he rubbed her back. "Want me to get your Mom?"
"No!" She said hurriedly. "She has nightmares about it too. I don't want her to think about it."
"You had a nightmare?" He asked as he felt tears drip onto his shoulder.
Emily dug her face into his shoulder and let the tears fall. "I'm scared."
"It's all right." Dean whispered and laid back and laid Emily beside him then going back to his original spot. "Want to tell me about it?"
"Huh uh." She shook her head.
"No?" Dean wiped the away the tears on her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. "Might make you feel better."
Emily shook her head again then whispered, "I'm still scared."
"I won't let anything happen, okay?" He pushed her long hair back from her face and smiled. "Sure you don't want to tell me, Hummingbird?"
"Hummingbird?" She asked quietly.
"My Mom used to love Hummingbirds. I think she'd love you to too." He smiled, the first time in a long time he'd been able to talk about his Mom without heartache.
Smiling, Emily snuggled down into the pillow. "Mom does say I have the habit of being adorable."
Dean laughed and pulled the comforter up higher on her, watching as her eyes slowly drooped shut and her breathing even out, following suit soon after.
Charlie stepped out into the hallway, her brow furrowing at seeing Cooter sitting outside of Dean's bedroom door.
"Coot?" She called. When the dog didn't respond she made her way over to him, Cooter making a sound crossed between a whine and a grumble. "What's wrong, Baby? Huh? Still not liking Dean?"
Cooter stood and pushed his nose into her hand, making it go towards the doorknob.
"Why don't you go get back in bed with Emmy. She prolly misses you." She told him.
Cooter stared at her as if she was stupid and started barking at the door. Finally having enough of him barking she opened the door to Dean's room, freezing when she saw Emily cuddled into Dean, both sleeping soundly.
"Coot..." She started but stopped when Cooter jumped onto the bed and Dean's eyes shot open. Cooter walked around in a circle a few times before plopping himself down causing the bed to bounce under his weight, Dean shooting tired glares at the dog before dozing off again.
Charlie watched them for a bit before going back to her room and getting dressed for the day.
"Mom," Emily whined as she leaned against Charlie's side. "can we go to the park?"
"Yeah, Sweetie. We can go." Charlie ran her fingers through Emily's hair as she closed the trunk to the Demon. It had been a long while since they stopped at a park and Emily deserved to play for a while.
"So where are you two heading now?" Dean asked, both Smooter girls turning to face him.
Charlie opened the door for Cooter to climb in as she answered. "Well first we're stopping off at the park to let Emmy and Cooter run off some energy then we're heading to Massachusetts, Emily wants to visit the Salem Witch Museum."
"You like witches?" Sam asked her.
Emily shrugged and smiled. "I'm always reading old books about them and really want to see the Museum and town, it looks exciting."
"Yeah, witches are just great." Dean muttered under his breath, Sam catching him in the ribs with his elbow.
"How about you boys, where to next?" Charlie asked as Emily climbed into the car.
Dean shrugged and leaned against the Impala. "Dunno, still searching for a hunt."
"Wanna come with us to the Museum?" Emily asked excitedly, sticking her head out the open window.
"Emily..." Charlie started only to have Dean cut her off.
"Sounds fun." Dean shot Charlie a grin. "Right Sam?"
"Umm, sure?" He asked.
Charlie gave a small smile. "Oodles of it. Park's just down the road. We'll meet you there."
Charlie climbed into the car and pulled out, shaking her head and smiling at how Emily went on and on about marrying Dean.
This one is going to be trouble when she's older.
Yay. Charlie rolled her eyes. That's going to be fun.
Dean climbed from the Impala and sat on a bench as he watched Emily and Charlie chase after Cooter and then vice versa. Dean smiled, they looked so much alike running around. Emily wearing a white tank top and white skirt that was a little poofy, Charlie wearing a plain white T-shirt and white knee length skirt. They both had their shoes off and were playing what looked like tag.
"Dean!" Emily called, waving her hands towards herself quickly. "Come push me on the swing!"
Standing from his place on the bench he slowly made his way over to them at the swings. Once Emily was seated comfortably on the swing, Dean grabbed both chains and pulled the swing back and letting go, Emily smiling and pumping her legs.
"Come on, Mom." Emily grinned.
Dean grabbed the chains of the swing Charlie was on, just as he did with Emily. "Yeah, come on, Mom." Dean grinned at her, and let go of the swing.
"Bet you can I beat ya!" Emily grinned some more and started going higher.
Charlie looked back at Dean, who shrugged his response. Giving him a quick grin and nod, he gave her 4 big pushes, sending her higher than Emily.
"So not fair!" Emily laughed.
"I can push you both." Dean smiled and pushed both Smooter girls, from the angle he was standing in he could see just how much Emily looked like his Mother and himself as well.
She's got some good genes. A sudden frown coming to his face as he kept pushing. She's never dating.
Dean's frown soon left and a smile came back as he listened to the similar fits of giggles Emily and Charlie shared.
I am so sorry it took so long for me to update at all, my one best friend's Grand Father passed away Wednesday. He was also my Dad's close friend. So it's been depressing and slow moving around here. But I shall be updating more.
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