Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own Charlie, Emily, Cooter and all others you do not know

Promises

Emily sighed again as she listened from the top of the stairs.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked coming up behind her, smile evident in his voice.

Emily jumped almost tumbled down the stairs as she turned casually to Sam. "Hi. Umm, reading?"

"Really?" Sam smiled. "Where's your book?"

"I--I'm re-reading the lines I have memorized?" Emily shrugged.

Sam laughed and sat beside her. "You do realize it doesn't work if you say it like a question?"

Emily smiled and shrugged. "Worth a try."

"Sam!" Charlie called from down the stairs. "Bobby Singer's on the phone, says he wants to talk to you."

"I think you should be heading for bed, Squirt." Sam rubbed her back then headed down the stairs, smiling at Charlie who passed him on the stairs.

"Mom?" Emily asked as she went by.

Charlie stopped and turned to her daughter. "Yeah Baby?"

Emily picked at her pajama bottoms. "Where's Dean?"

"Umm, well," She set the laundry basket down and moved to sit beside her daughter. "he's out. He went out."

"Out where?" Emily asked curiously.

"Just...out?" Charlie gave a shrug.

Emily rolled her eyes. "You do realize it doesn't work if you say it like a question?"

Charlie laughed and hugged her daughter to her. "You really need to stop repeating everything Sam says."

"So? Where is he?" She asked.

"Emily," Charlie sighed. "Dean just went out for the night. Don't worry, he'll be here when you wake up in the morning."

Emily leaned further into her Mother. "You sure?"

"Didn't he promise he'd be here when you woke up? He said he was going with us to the Museum?" Charlie rubbed Emily's back.

"Yeah." Emily said, but sounded unsure yet.

"Okay Baby," Charlie stood and helped Emily up as well. "time for bed."

--

Emily had a deep frown graced upon her face as she trudged up the front walk to the house, opening the door and frowning even more at seeing Dean sitting on the couch.

"Hey." Dean gave a soft smile.

Crossing her arms, Emily narrowed her eyes at him and waited.

"Okay, you're mad. I get that." He stood from his place on the couch. "I'm sorry."

"And to think I was ever interesed in you!" Emily slammed the front door shut.

Dean narrowed his eyes at her. "Emily, we can always go again."

"That's not the point!" Emily pointed a finger at him. "You promised."

"What do you want me to do? I already apologized." Dean stated.

"Where were you??" Emily crossed her arms.

He scratched behind his ear and shrugged. "Emily--"

"Where were you??"

"I had to get away, okay? I need time with adults. I can't hang out with a child 24/7, it gets old!" He exclaimed.

Emily's chin quivered and Dean immediately felt regret at his words. "Hummingbird..."

"I'm not your stupid Hummingbird." Emily harshly wiped her tears away and whispered, "I hate you."

Before Dean could even let the words sink in Emily took off up the stairs and Charlie came in, pissed off look on her face. Clearly she heard.

"See, this is why I didn't tell you about her." She stared at him and as Dean went to open his mouth she held up a hand. "No. Don't. She's 7, not 27. You can't just make a promise and then not follow through with it."

"Char--"

Charlie held up her hand again, eyebrow rose. "It's not like it was with me, Dean. You break a promise with me: I don't care--okay well, I do care. But she's a child, you can't do that to a child. Especially my child. She had her heart set on you being there."

"I overslept..."

"Yeah. I know." Pissed off look was back. "And you want to know something? She woke up this morning and was a little caught off guard you weren't here, but she was very confident you were just going to meet us there. And oh, I don't know, after about the millionth time of looking at the Museum enterance, she realized you weren't going to be there!"

"Mom!" Came from upstairs.

"Yeah Baby, I'll be right up." Charlie rubbed at her forehead and closed her eyes. "My daughter needs me."

"Our daughter." Dean stated.

"My daughter. You're not a father, just a sperm donor." Charlie told him and headed up the stairs.

Dean stood there and scrubbed his hands down his face, Charlie's words sinking in. She was right, he isn't a father.

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Emily handed her Mom her now empty bowl then leaned into her, trying to ignore the feeling of Dean staring at her back.

"Why don't you go get Coot and your bags. Then we'll head out." Charlie told her quietly as she ran her hand over the back of Emily's head.

Emily nodded and hurried out of the room, calling Cooter as she went up the stairs.

"So you two are leaving?" Sam asked as he sipped at his coffee.

"Yeah." Charlie nodded.

"Where you headed now?" Dean asked quietly. "We can meet up and hunt some more."

Charlie sighed and slowly turned to face Dean, who was seated by his brother at the island. "Umm, I'm not so sure about that. I think we should, uh, just cool it. Emily and I need to be alone for a while."

"Listen, I--"

"Mom! I'm ready." Emily called in, cutting Dean off.

Charlie dried her hands and grabbed her purse and car keys. "Umm, I'll call you guys if we want to meet up. And could you please lock up when you go to leave. Thanks boys."

And with that said the Smooters were gone, leaving Dean to lean forward on the island to stare after them, a sinking feeling in his gut.

He really screwed up this time.

I'm so sorry, I know, not as good as my other chapters. It just really sucked. Next one will be better. I promise.

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