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I love writing a story that is not only pleasing to work on, but pleasing for others to enjoy as well.
Enkidu07- Your totally right about the unconditional love, I'm really having fun with that aspect of the story. Thanks for your great reviews!
lilgurlgreen- Really glad your liking the story, thanks for your support and hope you enjoy this update!
atomiccountry- I think this will top the cuteness charts, thanks for reading and reviewing!
Teal-lover- I hope you get to see more adventures of Uncle Sam, Uncle Dean and Chelsea!
Speaking of which, I plan on making this a longer story, in which she may go on a few hunts and they DON'T find her dad right away. So stay tuned for tons of fun everybody and thanks for everything everybody! With that said…on to the next chapter!!
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Chelseas Point of View
Mommy and I always woke up to watch the sunrise, she told me it started the day for us. I woke up in the morning to find my Uncles still sleeping, I guess they didn't watch the sunrise.
I bit my lip as I laid under the covers, should I wake Uncle Sam? He had a big arm over my shoulder like my daddy always did. I was snuggled against his chest, I could hear his heart beat, soft and steady.
I yawned and then carefully slid out of the bed, being sure I didn't wake Uncle Sam. The room was really cold outside the covers, I shivered as I ran over to the big window. Pulling back the curtains and I saw the sun just as it came over the trees. It was so pretty. It made me think of my mommy….
I started crying, I tried to stop so I didn't wake my Uncles, but knowing my mommy was gone really hurt. I watched the sun through teary eyes and let out a small sob, then I heard Uncle Dean stir. I bit back my tears and stood frozen by the window, would he be mad at me? I looked back and saw he was sitting on his back, I let out another small sob and he turned around with a look of concern.
"Chelsea, what's wrong?" He whispered with sleep in his voice.
"I…I miss mommy, and, and I know she isn't coming back cause she, she's gone…" I whimpered and let out another sob.
Uncle Dean stood and walked over to me, he crouched down beside me and laid gentle hands on my shoulders. He looked at me with soft eyes.
"Chelsea, when I was your age I lost my mommy too. It hurt real bad, I didn't want anything to do with anyone, I just wanted my mommy back. Then I realized that my mommy wouldn't want me to be sad all my life, she would want me to be happy. I know its tough right now, and it's gonna be a while before that hurt begins to fade. You just have to be brave Chelsea, like your mommy would want you to be."
Uncle Dean spoke so softly and lovingly, my tears began to fade and I wrapped my arms around his neck for a reassuring hug. He sighed and hugged me back tightly.
"Uncle Dean?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
"I love you too Chelsea, now come on, why don't you come back to bed."
He lifted me up in his strong arms and carried me over to his bed. He sat me down and crawled under the covered and laid on his back. I scrambled up on him and laid my head against his chest as he rubbed my back to comfort me. I clung tightly to his shirt as a few more tears rolled down my cheeks and dampened it.
I missed my mommy, but Uncle Dean was right. She would want me to be brave, and mommy always wanted me to be happy so I would be just for her. I had Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean to help me out, and they were cool Uncles.
Deans Point of View
I awoke to a little girl crying, and that was not a good alarm clock in my book. Chelsea stood in the corner by the window, tears rolling down her cheeks and small sobs escaping her. I felt my heart break at the sight. I rose and she looked at me with a bit of fear, did she think I was mad? I don't think it's possible to get mad at this kid.
"Chelsea, what's wrong?" I whispered.
"I…I miss mommy, and, and I know she isn't coming back cause she, she's gone…" She sounded so sad, so hurt it made me want to just hold her and make it all better. Which was what I had to attempt to do, nothing could ever make the pain of loss go away, but time helped it fade until it was bearable. I walked over to her and laid my hands on her shoulders, all I wanted to do was hug her though. I thought of how I felt when I lost mom, how could I tell her that one day that hurt would lessen…
"Chelsea, when I was your age I lost my mommy too. It hurt real bad, I didn't want anything to do with anyone, I just wanted my mommy back. Then I realized that my mommy wouldn't want me to be sad all my life, she would want me to be happy. I know its tough right now, and it's gonna be a while before that hurt begins to fade. You just have to be brave Chelsea, like your mommy would want you to be."
I spoke with a cracking voice, I could feel the tears brimming on my eyes, my throat tightening. She wrapped her tiny arms around my neck and I held her tightly, never wanting to let her go.
"Uncle Dean?" She said with a bit of a sniffle.
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
The words took me back, but never had I been so happy to hear them. I couldn't believe I'd been with this kid for only eight hours and already she felt like a daughter.
"I love you too Chelsea, now come on, why don't you come back to bed." The answer came easily, I did love her. She had such a pure innocence that all I wanted to do was keep her protected forever.
I picked up her tiny frame and we went back to bed. She laid on my chest, her tears starting to fade as she fell back asleep. I rubbed her back like I remembered my mom doing when I was little, it was always so full of care and love, and that's what I wanted to give Chelsea.
Sams Point of View
Waking up I expected to find a little girl next to me, and was even more shocked at myself when shot up in worry when she wasn't. My eyes wide with worry I searched the room and sighed in relief when I saw she was curled up on Deans chest, his hand on her back as he snored softly.
I smiled at the sight, Dean and I seemed to be taking on this parental role well. A little to well…
Shrugging at the thought I got up and stretched, we needed to get an earlier start today considering the amount we had to do. I made a quick mental list as I dressed. First we needed to go to breakfast, then to the store to but Chelsea some new clothes and shoes. Then we needed to find out where her mom had lived and see if we could dig anything up on what exactly had happened.
I replayed last night in my head. Her mother had specifically gone after that Huntator, but why? I hadn't read anything about werewolves and Huntators being arched enemies? Then again there was about zilch on good werewolves and even less on Huntators.
Why had Chelseas mother left her with us? Obviously she had seen us previously, but when? It just didn't make sense, any of it.
Sighing I went into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth. We would need to get Chelsea a tooth brush as well…
I heard Chelsea and Dean stir and peeked in to see Dean sitting up and Chelsea beside him. I couldn't help but grin at the picture.
Returning to my teeth a few moments later I felt someone grab my legs in a hug, looking down I saw two eyes shining at me with love.
"Mornin' Uncle Sammy."
If that wasn't adorable, I didn't know what was. I wiped my mouth and bent down to pick her up.
"Mornin' Chelsea, how'd you sleep?"
She looked up as if she was contemplating the answer then looked at me with a smile.
"It was good, I woke up and Uncle Dean was really nice, then we went back to sleep. You didn't snore Uncle Sam, you were as quiet as a mouse!" She played with my hair as she spoke.
"That's good, you ready for some breakfast kiddo?" I carried her back into the room as Dean pulled on his leather coat. Her eyes got wide and a grin spread on her face.
"I'm starvin' Uncle Sam! Lets go!"
Dean and I laughed at that.
"Alright, alright we're goin'!"
With the demand the three of us left the motel room, all ready to start the new day.
Chelseas Point of View
Uncle Deans den was so cool! He told me so. He called it "baby" and Uncle Sam rolled his eyes and poked fun at him. Those two were so silly, but they were cool too.
Uncle Sam asked if I wanted to sit with him or in the back, I choose him. He made me feel safe. And playing with his long hair was really fun!
"Uncle Sam, how come your hair's long and Uncle Deans is short."
"Cause Uncle Sam is a weirdo." Uncle Dean said with a smirk. I giggled at their bickering.
Uncle Sam sent him a glare and then looked back at me.
"Because Uncle Dean looks funny with long hair, and I look funny with short hair."
They looked funny? Then I wanted to see!
"Can I see?!"
Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean chuckled.
"You want me to cut off all my hair and Uncle Dean to grow his out? Nah! We can't do that!."
I frowned and gave him a stubborn look.
"Fine…"
Uncle Sam looked at me with a smile, I guess I could forgive him.
"Hey Uncle Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"When, when can I be my other self?"
I felt Uncle Sam stiffen and he glanced at Uncle Dean who had a look of fear. My face scrunched in confusion? Didn't they like my other self?
"Chelsea, you can only be your other self around us ok? No changing in public, which would be bad." Uncle Dean said.
"I know that Uncle Dean! My mommy made sure of that! We wouldn't be a secret if we went around being our other selves in front of people!" I laughed at their silliness, everybody in my pack knew that!
"Then what do you mean when Chelsea?" Uncle Sam looked at me with questioning eyes, I looked at him as I answered.
"My mommy says I need to change once a day to be a good healthy pup! So, when can I be my other self?" I look back and forth between Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean as they think about it.
"How bout tonight Chelsea? Do you think you can wait until then?" My Uncle Dean looks over at me.
"Uh-huh Uncle Dean! Course I can!" I go back to playing with Uncle Sams hair, he looks up with a smile and watches my hands as they twirl and twist it.
Uncle Dean pulls his den into a diner parking lot, well he tells me its called a car, but I know that! But den just fits it better I tell him, he makes a funny face at that and me and Uncle Sam laugh.
I don't like going in crowded places. It's always stinky and hot. Uncle Sam carries me into the diner and we sit down.
"Chelsea, you want a high chair?" Uncle Sam asks as he sets me in the bench seat.
I shake my head no and as soon as he sits down I crawl onto his lap, Uncle Sam lets out a grunt of surprise and looks down at me with a lopsided smile and confused eyes. I just giggle in return. The waitress smiles at that and asks what she can get us.
"I'll have orange juice, pancakes, bacon and eggs." Uncle Dean says as he leans back and smiles at the waitress.
He's like my teenage cousin. I can sense that same feeling they get when they see a pretty girl. One time I asked mommy about it and she got all red and said that I'd find out when I'm older. Maybe Uncle Sam or Dean would tell me…
"I'll have orange juice, waffles, sausage and eggs. What do you want Chelsea?" Uncle Sam looks down at me and waits for a response.
"Ummm, ummm, can I share with you Uncle Sam?" I ask it quietly because I don't want Uncle Sam to get mad at me. He just smiles warmly and nods.
"Sounds good, can we get a glass of chocolate milk as well?"
The waitress nods, the smile hasn't left her face since she seated us.
"Well I was thinking after this we can go and get Chelsea some new clothes an…"
"No dresses!" I pipe up and look up at Uncle Sam then across to Uncle Dean.
Uncle Dean laughs gives me a big smile.
"Ok, no dresses Chelsea, how bout some ACDC shirts, huh?" He asks me with excitement.
"What's A, ADCC?"
Uncle Sam chuckles and Uncle Dean sighs with a smile.
"An amazing band that you will learn to love."
"Anyway, we need to get new clothes, no dresses of course and some new shoes. Then we can pick up some food and other things that we might need. I was thinking we would also try to find out, ahh, where you live Chelsea. So we can get some information about where your daddy might be."
I stop fidgeting and look across to Uncle Dean, he has a concerned look on his face. I think he's mad at Uncle Sam for asking about that, I'm not though. If it means we're going to find my daddy I guess we can go back…
"I live at 8710 Ledge road." I say it quickly and start playing with a fork. I feel Uncle Sam shift a bit under me, he feels bad about talking about it.
"Chelsea, I know it might be hard to talk about, but if we're going to find out where your daddy is we need to know what happened last night. Before your mommy left you in the den." Uncle Dean leans in with a soft expression, Uncle Sams all tense after he asks.
I bite my lip and scratch the fork on the table. That was scary I don't wanna talk about it. I shake my head no.
"It's alright Chelsea, we understand…" Uncle Sam pulls me close and gently strokes my hair.
"I'm, I'm sorry…" I whisper and Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean both give me confused looks.
"Don't be sorry Chelsea, its ok." Uncle Dean says kinda gruffly like he's kinda mad or something. I feel Uncle Sam nod in agreement.
The waitress comes back with our plates that are stacked full of food. I lick my lips and look at Uncle Sam, he grins back. She sets it down and Uncle Sam reaches around and cuts everything up into small pieces for us. Then he pours some syrup off to the side for dipping, he hands me a small fork the waitress brought and we dig in. Uncle Dean can't stop smiling, wonder what he's thinkin' bout, maybe that waitress…
"Hey Uncle Dean?" I ask with a mouthful of waffle.
"Hmm?" he responds while chewing.
"How come you get all happy around that girl? My cousin who's sixteen, he, he gets all happy bout girls too."
Uncle Dean coughs and sputters while Uncle Sam snorts with laughter.
"Uhh, cause girls are nice, that's all Chelsea." He says nervously then takes a drink of orange juice.
I shrug and sip my chocolate milk, I get it all over my face but Uncle Sam helps me out with cleaning it up. Uncle Sam likes the eggs, I don't so he says I can have more sausage. I love sausage! It's really tasty. We share the waffles but I get full and Uncle Sam eats the rest, him and Uncle Dean sure eat a lot! The waitress comes back and hands us our bill, Uncle Dean smiles at her and I pipe in with what he told me.
"My Uncle Dean says your nice, that's why he smiles when your around!" I smile up at her and I can feel Uncle Sam shaking with laughter. My Uncle Dean turns bright red and the waitress giggles with my Uncle Sam. I don't get what's so funny, I was just telling her she's nice! Geez, my Uncles were weird…
Deans Point of View
Chelsea was the sweetest thing I'd ever met, she also had a knack for being funny. Sometimes a little too funny…
At the diner I could see Sam felt bad about asking her the things he did. I got a little mad at him for it, she had been through so much, he needed to give her a break. She had told us her address, I thanked God that someone had been smart enough to teach her to remember it.
"Chelsea, I know it might be hard to talk about, but if we're going to find out where your daddy is we need to know what happened last night. Before your mommy left you in the den." I give her a comforting look as Sam asks the tough questions. She looks down as she plays with a fork and shakes her head no.
"It's alright Chelsea, we understand…" Sam whispers and pulls her close.
"I'm, I'm sorry…" She says it so meekly I could barely hear her, or contain my sudden anger at the world for being so cruel to the innocent.
"Don't be sorry Chelsea, its ok." I know I sound rough, but I don't care, she needs to know that she never needs to be sorry for something like that.
I couldn't help but smile like an idiot at the sight of Sam with a little girl on his lap, sharing his breakfast like a giant teddy bear.
As little kids do she quickly bounced back with good humor, although I'm no so sure it was intentional…
I usually didn't get embarrassed, but somehow a four year old with curiosity on her side seemed to get the best of me.
Sams Point of View
I found it, well awesome, on how Chelsea had taken such a liking to wanting to be with us everywhere. She really liked to be close to us, not that I could blame her after what she had gone through. When she refused a high chair and decided my lap was better I knew we had spoiled her, but didn't really care.
Questioning Chelsea on what happened had to be one of the toughest things I had to do. Ever. I felt that she might break with each word, but she stayed strong for us. I could tell Dean was mad, but if we really wanted to help this girl then things needed to be done.
I think I would have sold tickets for the show she put on with Dean though, apparently he didn't like his new little girl asking about his keen interest in big girls. I got a good laugh out of the whole ordeal.
Sharing my breakfast with her made me happy, it made me get a feeling like never before. I guess this is how it felt to be a parent, to have somebody depend on you and feel great to give to them. I wanted to do everything in my power to make her happy. And I would.
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