Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, although I do own Charlie, Emily and Cooter

A/N: Yay! I finally updated this, I'm actually having a lot of inspiration for this story, and I have like no idea where it's coming from. But it's inspiration all the same! :)

This chapter's for mssammydeanwho is starting to become are really close friend of mine! Whoo-Hoo! I finally got someone to talk to on here!
Thanks hun!

Tears For Fears

Emily sat on a bar stool at the kitchen counter next to Dean as she did her school work. Charlie smiling as her daughter's tongue slipped out a bit as she wrote.

"When do I get Sex Education, Mom?" Emily asked as she closed her notepad, finished with her work.

The waffle Dean was getting ready to swallow lodged itself in his throat, blocking off his air, Charlie and Emily staring at him as he coughed and finally gasping for air as it dis-lodged itself.

"How do you know about that?" Dean asked, eyes watering from his little battle against the bite of waffle.

"Riley told me about it when I talked to him yesterday." She shrugged.

"No more talking to that boy." Dean frowned.

Charlie rolled her eyes. "Oh please, Dean. When I was younger my Father told me there was a test I had to take before I could have sex, because it's illegal without a license."

"That's true." Dean said in a duh tone. "And you have to be at least 35 to even take the permit part."

Charlie sighed and turned to her daughter. "Ems, do you know what sex is?"

"Yeah." Emily nodded. "It's where the guy takes his penis an--"

Sam chose that moment to walk into the room, face going white as he backing out of the room slowly.

"And thrusts--"

"Did you just say penis and thrusts??" Dean's face went bright red, all the way down to his neck and up to the tops of his ears. "Say something cute! L--Like wee-wee or ewwy!"

Emily shrugged and nodded. "So a guy takes his ewwy and thrusts--"

"Oh God," Dean groaned, head in his hands. "that just made it worse."

"Okay." Charlie interrupted. "Emily, you know what sex is, you don't need that class...yet. There's other things we'll go over when you're older."

"Like what?" Emily asked, face lighting up.

"Stuff you'll learn when you're older. No more talking about it today, okay?"

Emily sighed and nodded, jumping down from her seat and heading for the living room, stopping at the doorway.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?" He turned to look her way.

"If penis has different names, what's the other ones for vagina?"

"Emily Catherine Smooter, go play outside with Cooter." Charlie scolded, looking at Dean as he swallowed thickly a few times, looking as though he was about to throw up...or pass out...maybe both.

Charlie watched as Emily closed the back door behind her. Going to the sink then coming back with a glass of water for Dean.

"You got anything stronger than that?"

--

Charlie frowned as she thought over the hunt they were on, an uneasy and sinking feeling in her gut. They were dealing with a Telian, a water demon of some sort that liked to go after people with fears of water, drowning, swimming, anything along those lines.

"No matter what's going on on this hunt, I want someone to have a hand on Emily at all times." Charlie told the brothers as the three sat at a table in the library, Emily over in the young adult section reading Jane Eyre yet again.

"You know we will." Sam said looking up, frowning.

Charlie shook her head. "Emily's terrified of water. She can't swim..."

"You're kidding." Dean's eyes widened.

"Why do you think my 7 year-old daughter has been getting showers since she was 3?" Charlie sighed and raked her hands through her blond hair. "There was this incident when she was just a little under 3, I...we...just promise me you guys will have a hold of her at all times."

Dean frowned and looked at Charlie, then to Emily, then back to Charlie, her eyes averted from his. "What'd he do to you?"

"Dean, it's nothing."

"No." Dean shook his head. "God, how long did you go through that?"

Charlie clenched her jaw and stared at Dean. "Drop it."

Dean clenched his own jaw but nodded.

"Here. Says you can kill the ugly fricker by a silver bullet filled with holy water..." Sam's face scrunched up. "...to the left eye socket."

"What the Hell?" Dean took the book and scrunched his face like his brother.

"Oh well that's lovely." Charlie replied and stood, waving Emily over, who reluctantly put the book back into its rightful place and walked over to her Mother.

--

"Maybe we should bring Emily with us..." Charlie started as she stood beside Dean, her hand wrapped tightly around Emily's.

"Charlie," Dean sighed and turned to her. "Emily's safer with Sam. He'll watch her and keep a hold of her."

Charlie nodded and pulled Emily off to the side to lay down the rules, Dean grabbing Sam by the arm and pulling him away a little.

"You watch her. If something happens, I swear to God, Sam..."

"I know." Sam watched his brothers jaw clench. "Why don't you get me a leash to hook her to, if it'll make you feel better."

Dean's eyes lit up. "I think I have some rope in the trunk."

"Dean." Sam chuckled.

"No, seriously. We can just tie it around her waist and tie the other end to your belt loops and..."

Sam placed his hands on his brothers shoulders, shaking him slightly. "I'll watch her and her hand will never leave mine. Okay?"

Dean swallowed thickly and looked over at his daughter then back to his brother and nodded.

Charlie and Emily walked back over, Emily grabbing onto Dean's hand, tugging him down so he was kneeling in front of her.

"Keep an eye on Mom, don't leave her alone."

Dean nodded and pulled her into a hug. "You keep an eye on Sammy, can't leave the boy alone without something happening."

Emily nodded and grabbed onto Sam's hand.

Dean sent Sam a look that told him to never let her out of his sight before turning and walking away with Charlie in search of the Telian.

At the sound of leaves crunching Sam turned and looked, his grip tight on Emily's hand, when the sound came again Sam left go of Emily's hand.

"I want you to grab onto my belt loop and don't let go, got it?" He glanced her way quickly, nodding as she did.

Sam grabbed his gun from the small of his back as his eyes searched the area around them. A crunching came from their right this time, Sam turned, Emily doing so as well as she held onto his jeans. The next crunch came from their left...it was playing with them. There was the sound of crunching to the right as though it was running at them, and as Sam raised his gun to shoot he felt Emily being yanked from his jeans, followed by her screaming.

He turned and watched as she was drug by a thing that looked like a mangled man towards the lake that stood a good 30 feet away, as he ran it felt as though everything seemed to slow. He watched as the Telian drug Emily deep into the water and under, Emily screaming the whole way.

Diving in, Sam opened his eyes under the water, desperately trying to find his niece. He felt his stomach sink as he seen her lying limp. He scooped her up and swam as quickly as he could to the surface, gasping roughly as he came up.

"I'm not finding anything, Dean." Charlie whispered as her eyes roamed around the field quickly.

Dean nodded and looked around, both stiffening at a yelling from the distance. The hunters pulled their guns from their pockets and looked around.

"Dean!!"

Charlie gulped and grabbed for his hand as Sam's voice came louder this time.

"DEAN!!"

The two took off at a dead run, hurrying towards Sam's frantic voice, finding him bent over something. When he sat back up Charlie's heart dropped. A soaking wet Emily laid on the ground.

"Dean, she's not breathing. I can't get her to breathe." Sam looked up at his brother, tears in his eyes.

Dean shoved his brother out of the way as his knees hit the ground with a dull thud, immediately bending down to pump air into his daughters lungs.

Charlie fell onto her bottom as she watched through blurred eyes Dean start CPR. She looked at her daughters face when Dean bent back up-- she didn't remember her daughter's lips ever having a blue tint to them. She swallowed thickly a few times, if she was able to move her body she knew she'd definitely empty the contents of her stomach.

Dean knew his tears were falling as he came back up again, he looked at her sleep-like face, his chin quivering. He bent down once again and pumped more air in, pulling back as he felt convulsing under his hands. As he pulled away he watched as his daughter coughed up water, shaking as she did. He turned her onto her side as more came out.

Once he was sure she'd gotten most of it all out he yanked up and into his chest, Charlie rushing over and wrapping her arms around her daughter as well, letting go only long enough to run her hands over Emily's head and back, tyring to check her over through her blurred vision.

"I did it." Dean choked out, more tears falling. Somehow, he didn't mind.

"You did it." Charlie nodded and placed a hard kiss onto his lips before looking back down at their daughter.

Dean pulled back just enough to get a look at Emily, asking in a raspy voice, "You okay, Baby?"

Emily nodded, shivering, as she started to cry, burying her face into his chest.

"Charlie, I want you to take Emily up to the Impala, there's a couple blankets on the backseat. Get in, cover up and turn the heat on." He yanked his keys from his pocket and laid them in her hand.

She nodded and leaned into him as he placed kisses to her and Emily's heads.

"Sam and I will be up as soon as we get this bastard." He helped Charlie stand up and placed their daughter into her arms, turning back to the lake once they were out of sight, a menacing look in his eyes.

A/N:So I got the beginning part idea from watching Definitely, Maybe. I just love that movie, and since I keep watching it over and over it's starting to give me a lot of inspiration for this story. So YAY! for Ryan Reynolds and Abigail Breslin being so much like Dean and Emily.

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