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

Apologize

"Grandpa!" Emily grinned as she climbed from the car and ran over to Kurt, Cooter not too far behind.

"There's my girl." Kurt lifted her up onto his hip and wrapped his arm around Charlie's shoulders when she made her way over. "Everything okay?"

Charlie smiled and leaned into her Father. "Every thing's fine, Dad."

"Everything's fine?" He looked at Emily who nodded her response. "All right, let's eat then."

Charlie watched as Emily squirmed in her seat some more, smiling she said, "Emily, go to the restroom. We'll finish talking when you get back."

Emily smiled a thanks and took off for the bathroom, Charlie turning to Kurt and sighed. "Why'd you give the Winchesters my number?"

Kurt rose his brows and set his coffee cup down. "That Dean boy called, said you were supposed to meet up for a hunt and he'd lost your number. Why? Something wrong?"

"No." Charlie sighed again.

"Okay, what's wrong kiddo?" Kurt stared at her for a moment and held up his hand when she went to speak. "And don't give me any crock. I'm your Father, I know you and I know when some thing's bothering you. Now, what's wrong?"

"Dean knows about Emily." Charlie said.

"As in--"

"Yep, and he was doing so good with her, you know." Charlie smiled slightly. "Then he promised to take her to the Museum, he went out drinking the night before then when we got there, Emily realized he wasn't coming."

Kurt nodded and sipped his coffee. "You think maybe he panicked? Started getting used to Fatherhood that he just then realized what he'd slipped into?"

"I--" Charlie started but Kurt held his hand up.

"Baby girl, you know Dean. He's never been used to normal, never had normal. And when he noticed what he was getting into, he didn't know how to go along with it."

"Dad, but he--" Kurt held his hand up again.

"Dean's a ladies man, you know that. I know that." He sent a look towards the bathroom. "You can't expect him to just go from ladies man to a one girl man immediately. He doesn't know what to do. He's panicking." Kurt told her.

Charlie narrowed her eyes at him. "Can I speak now?"

Kurt nodded, small smiled gracing his lips.

"He broke a promise to Emily, you don't understand, he--"

"Charlotte Elizabeth Smooter, we just went over this." Kurt said with a pointed gaze. "You need to meet up with that boy, let him explain. Let him see his daughter."

Charlie frowned and crossed her arms. "I don't want to."

Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled when Emily sat back down beside him.

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Charlie sighed as she went through her voice mails. 15 from a certain Dean, wanting to talk to Emily and wondering if they were going to meet up any time soon. Tossing the phone onto the bedside table and plopped down onto the bed, the past month and a half had been relaxing and calm, yet somewhat tiring and had her on edge. She knew she couldn't screen his calls and hide from him forever, they were hunters, they're bound to run into one another again. That's just the way life was. And right about now: Life sucked.

Sliding the blankets down from under her she slid in and covered herself and turned off the light, falling into a restless sleep almost instantly.

Charlie sat up with a jolt, she was startled out of her nightmare by something. Laying there in the darkness for a few moments she listened, trying to figure out what woke her. She rolled onto her side and looked at her phone which was blinking. Dean. Was all she thought and mentally rolled her eyes.

Charlie knew she was being childish, Hell they both were. But he broke a promise and broke Emily's heart, nobody broke her--their--daughter's heart, so she felt the need to be childish. But then again, Dean has been calling basically every waking moment. And he does want to talk to Emily. Charlie frowned and crossed her arms. Dean's trying, he obviously wants to be Emily's Dad.

She's going to have to call and apologize for being immature. Damn it. She frowned some more. She hated being mature and wrong. This bites.

"I really need to stop listening to my Father." Charlie told herself out loud, smiling to herself as she said, "I'll just call him in the morning."

At that moment her cell rang.

Charlie grimaced and looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, you're a funny man."

Reaching over and grabbing the phone she answered. "Yes?"

"Charlie!" Dean's voice sounded through the phone. "Charlie, h--hey, how's everything?"

"Dean, it's 3 a.m. What do you need?" Charlie grimaced again, she's just making this harder on herself.

Dean shrugged and willed his voice to steady and try not to sound too needy. "Emily. You and Emily."

"Me and Emily?" Charlie rose a brow.

Dean gave a nervous chuckle, his throat suddenly dry. "Yeah, the kid kinda grows on you, ya know?"

Charlie gave a soft smile. "Yeah. She has that effect on a number of people."

It was quiet for a while and Charlie was almost certain that Dean had hung up.

"Will you come back?" Dean asked quietly.

"What?" She asked.

"Will you come back...or--or tell us where you are, we'll come to you." Dean stuttered out.

"Did you just stutter?" Charlie asked, smile evident in her voice.

Dean's face went red as he scratched behind his ear. "No."

"I'm pretty sure you did." She nodded with a soft laugh. "Richmond, Virginia."

"What?" Dean asked, not sure he heard right.

"Emily and I are in Richmond, Virginia. Maple street, big brick house, wooden shutters." Charlie said quietly.

"Okay. We're in Texas." There was some crumpling in the background. "If we leave right now, Sam and I will be there in the morning."

"Dean, you can leave in the morning. It's fine." Charlie said.

Dean shook his head as he rushed around the room, throwing things into his duffle. "No, no. I'll be there in the morning. I promise."

"I'm sorry." Charlie looked down at her hands, guilt hitting her hard.

"For?" Dean stood straight.

"Acting the way I did, the things I said. I--Emily's my baby. For the past 7 and a half years it's just been me and her, minus the whole Grant thing. I've never had to share her with anyone before. I just went into Mother bear mode, I was protecting my cub." Charlie blurted out.

"You don't need to apologize. I'm the one that's sorry." Dean nodded and sat down on his bed.

With a quick goodbye they hung up, Charlie laying awake in bed, Dean and a very grumpy and sleep deprived Sam hitting the road.

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Emily sat on the couch flipping through the channels as Coot slept away cuddled up beside her. She stopped channel surfing at the sound of car doors closing followed by footsteps.

She tossed the remote onto the coffee table as Cooter ran over to the door, Emily following close behind. Swinging the door open her mouth fell agape.

"Hey." Dean said quietly.

"Your Mom said we could come." Sam gave her a soft smile.

Emily nodded and kept her eyes averted from Dean as she stepped aside and opened the door further, once inside she closed the door and kept her back to them. At hearing the retreating footsteps she sighed and quietly said, "Mom's in the kitchen."

"Emily," Dean started, his voice soft. "I'm sorry. Like really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or lie to you."

Emily turned around slowly and walked over to Dean, her brows furrowing when Dean knelt down and rummaged through his duffel he had tossed to the floor.

Dean dug away for a few more moments then pulled his hand back out, his fist clenched.

"I, uh, I got you something." Dean told her, a small blush creeping up his cheeks as he unclenched his fist a little and a chain dropped down, a small Hummingbird attached to the bottom.

Emily watched as it dangled back and forth and her chin started quivering making Dean's face go white.

"Okay, okay. So you still hate Hummingbirds, it's no problem. I can get rid of it." Dean stammered and went to throw it back into his duffel but Emily small hand stopped him.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

Dean arched a brow. What was it with these Smooter girls?? "What for?"

Tears started to fall as she said, "I don't hate you. I'm sorry."

"Hey, hey. What are these tears for?" Dean shook his head and wiped Emily's tears from her face and picked her up.

"Dean?" Emily asked into his shoulder.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Can I still have the necklace?" Emily asked.

Dean gave a soft laugh and nodded, placing the necklace around Emily's neck when she leaned back for him to do so.

"Dean?" Emily asked again as he carried her toward the kitchen.

"Yeah baby girl?" He whispered.

"Will you still marry me?"

Dean gave another laugh and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "Absolutely."

Yeah, I know I told a good bit of you that this was going to be out Saturday night but I had to head to bed early. The Pocono 500 was Sunday and it's a big thing for my family since we live in Pa annnnnd Kasey won, which is even better. But yeah, that's my excuse. HaHa.

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