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

A/N:Okie Dokie, so this chapter isn't all that long and not that good. But I was bored and I wasn't really in that much of a writing mood, but I really wanted to update for my faithful readers. :) And yes, I am home from vacation. I've been home since the first, I've just been really restless, so I haven't wanted to sit and write. Buuut, I've been working on "Iris", so that should be updated soon. Along with "Black Balloon" as well. So keep an eye out for those! -Kalli

A Walk In The Park

Emily smiled as she held onto Dean's hand as the two walked along the walkway in the park. She had begged her Mom to bring her, but Charlie had declined as she had been busy researching something for Grandpa Kurt, so she turned puppy-eyes to Dean, to which she knew he couldn't deny. So here it was, just the two of them walking through the park.

Dean looked down at the smiling child with a smile of his own before clearing his throat.

"So..."

"So..." Emily replied.

"How's your Mom doing?" He asked casually.

"Good." She answered, swinging they're arms forward and backwards.

Dean nodded. "Good."

Emily nodded as well and looked around at her surroundings curiously.

"Is your Mom still obsessed with Charlotte Bronte?"

Emily arched a brow and looked up at him. "It's not obsession, it's being passionate."

"Oh no." Dean groaned. "You too?"

The girl giggled and shrugged, Dean smiled down at her as he tried to come up with something else to ask about Charlie without raising suspicion. He couldn't help it, since he woke up this morning with Charlie snuggled into his back, old feelings started to stir.

"Does your Mom--"

"What's with all the questions about Mom?"

Dean cleared his throat and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Do you like Mom?"

"Of course I like your Mom, we've been friends for a while now." Dean answered.

Emily rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I mean do you like like her?"

Dean looked down at the girl, not sure how to answer.

"I think you'd be good for her. You're dorky and Mom needs someone, other than myself, to make her laugh."

"You think I'm dorky?" Dean chuckled.

"It's not a bad thing." She replied. "But...there are some things that we need to work on first."

Dean stopped and looked at her. "Things? Like what?"

Emily stared at him. "Number One: Dean, you have to eat with your mouth closed. And no talking with a mouthful."

Dean pursed his lips for a moment before nodding. "Are you okay with this?"

"If Mom's happy, I'm happy." Emily said honestly. "I want Mom to be happy."

Smiling Dean nodded and the two started walking until they came to a stop at a bench to sit.

"What else, Kid?"

"Maybe try opening up doors for her, or complimenting her on her hair..."

--

Charlie looked up as the front door opened.

"Hey Baby," Charlie smiled at her daughter. "have fun?"

Emily smiled at Dean and nodded before running up the stairs to find Cooter.

"Hey." Dean said, shifting from foot to foot.

"Hey Dean." Charlie smiled before going back to searching through a book that belonged to Kurt.

"Your hair looks good. It's nice." He blurted.

Charlie looked up again, her face scrunched up, as she reached a hand up to touch her messy bun. Knowing there were pieces sticking out and standing in different directions she furrowed her brows.

"I've been hunched over these books for about," She looked down at her watch. "5 hours now. And I keep running my fingers through my pulled back hair. Yeah, Victoria's Secret just called, they want to use it for this season's line."

Dean grinned and plopped down onto the couch next to her. "How much are they paying you?"

"Oh, enough to afford one of those loft apartments in New York." Charlie replied with a smile of her own. "I kind of have to find this out for Dad, so..."

"Yeah, yeah." Dean nodded.

"Are you okay Dean?" Charlie asked after he shifted for the um-teenth time.

He nodded and smiled slightly. "Actually, I wanted to know if you and Emily wanted to go out for dinner tonight. She suggested us getting out of the house for something other than a hunt."

"Sure." Charlie smiled. "Sounds good."

"Okay. Good." Dean smiled as well before standing and backing up for the stairs.

Charlie's brows furrowed again as he took the steps two at a time and Emily's giggle was heard a few moments later. Sighing, she went back to more reading.

--

Dean frowned as Charlie opened her door and climbed from the Impala before he could get his hand on the passenger door handle, so he instead opened the back passenger door for Emily. Emily rolled her eyes quickly motioned her hand to the door to the restaurant. Dean nodded and walked slightly ahead of Charlie and Emily, opening the door for his girls when they reached there.

Charlie arched a brow but smiled and walked in with Emily.

The three sat at a small round table, frowns clearly visible on their faces, as they looked over the menu.

"I seen a diner a few miles from here..." Charlie started.

"Thank God." Dean replied as Emily smiled and stated, "We're going."

Charlie nodded and they tossed their menus onto the table and left, heading for the Mom and Pop diner down the road.

Dean grinned as their food was brought over and his burger was placed down in front of him. Taking a heaping bite of his burger, he looked up when Emily tapped his hand as Charlie looked out the window, Emily tapped a finger to her mouth a few times before he nodded and chewed slowly.

"Mom, did you know Dean is from Kansas?" Emily spoke up when silence continued at their table.

"Yeah Baby. I did." Charlie smiled slightly before going back to her food.

Emily and Dean looked at each other as Emily shrugged. She had no idea what to do and this was going nowhere fast. So the three finished in silence, only breaking that as Emily stated some things about Dean.

Dean opened the back passenger door and reached in for the sleeping girl, picking her up and placing her high on his hips he smiled when she curled herself into him.

"Do you have her?" Charlie asked quietly as she closed the back passenger door for him.

"Yeah. I have her." Dean nodded and the two headed up the walkway.

Charlie opened the front door and stepped aside so he could walk in first. She pointed to the stairs and he nodded, the two making their way up to Emily's room.

"Thanks." Came Charlie's reply as she sifted through the drawer with Emily's pajama's in it. "I got her from here."

"Oh. Right." He frowned but nodded.

Charlie waited until he left the room to slip Emily from her dress and into her nightgown. After tucking her in and making sure she would be okay for the night Charlie left the room.

"She okay?"

"Jesus!" Charlie jumped and spun around to face Dean. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry." He whispered, taking in her shaking form. "C'mere."

She frowned as he stepped closer. "What are you doing?"

"Hugging you." Like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"O...kay."

Charlie left herself be pulled into a hug from Dean Winchester. The man that didn't do anything that was qualified under 'Chick Flick Moment Material'.

"Thanks." She said quietly and pulled herself from his grasp. Nervous fingers plucking at her skirt.

Dean nodded and leaned down to press his lips to hers.

Charlie turned her head and muttered, "I should get to bed." And without another word hurried to her bedroom.

"Damn it!" Dean clenched his fist at his side and trudged to his room.

Emily and Dean have a lot of work ahead of them.

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