Ah, my little lovelies, how I adore each and every one of you. I am so sorry if you are sad because I updated this instead of My Twist, but since I just finished the episode on there, I wanted to take a wee bit of a break. It's actually way harder than I anticipated. I mean, having to load transcripts and making sure that Becca fits in there without just having her be some shadow, sidebar... thing - it's really a lot tougher than I anticipated. Therefore, I may or may not upload a few for Baby Becca chapters before I get to the other story. I am able to get on to much more of a roll when it comes to these, because once the idea develops, it's all me. There's not aligning and stuff like that.

THANK YOU to all of you who have read/reviewed/added this story. You make me scream with happiness. You're the best, nicest, sweetest people in the world, and I love you.

So, I had a different chapter in mind, and then the amazing SPNxBookworm asked if she could request a chapter, and I was beyond shocked she wanted to do so. Thus, this chapter was born.
And then! she gave me the best idea ever and said I could take a page from the book that is her awesomeness. We have mutually agreed that by doing this, I won't be a full on skeez who steals all her ideas. She recommended that I take on reader requests and try to build chapters that way - almost as a challenge, which is genius.
Bring it on, people! If you have a request, please feel free to PM them to me. I would love to hear what you want to read - that way I do a way better job than just coming up with it all by myself.

SPNxBookworm's request:I'd love to see cute 4 or 5 year old Becca. Just a lot of cuteness and adorableness! A cute Sammy in the picture won't be too bad as well! :D Cute Sammy and Becky...yup. That's my request. Sorry, I'm not being more elaborate...but I'd like to know what she was like as a toddler :)

Now, I don't know if I totally got a bunch of cuteness and adorableness in here, but this is what I came up with. Sorry if it sucks. Let me know, and I can definitely fix it. I tried to base Becca's toddler ways off of toddlers I am often around, so I hope it is realistic... eek.

Also, it's in 3rd person (again) because, even if I am a bit childish, I don't think I can channel my inner toddler as much as would be necessary. Finally, I changed up the end a little bit beyond what we'd agreed on, but I felt like it needed to be done - I don't know why, but it's where I ended up, so I stuck with it.

READ. REVIEW. ENJOY. :)

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Song: Lookin' Out My Backdoor - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Babies in the Backseat

Ages:
Dean - 8
Sam/Becca - 4

Year:
1987; Late Spring

3rd Person POV

The air was thick, and heavy with moisture that seemed to settle in the space between the ground and the earth's atmosphere. It hung in the air and draped itself over everything between the motel and quickest way out of town. The humidity seemed to fully engulf you when stepping into it, causing the first inhale to be deep and fill not only your lungs, but also your mouth with a stickiness that caused you to smack your tongue in hopes of having it freed from the momentary bind.

The flat, newly paved, black highway cut through the heart of Nebraska and would lead straight to the interstate, after a few hours of course. Golden waves of some sort of grain shined and bounced the high sun's rays off of one stalk, onto the next, all the way back and across the fields that ran along the paved path. Random smatterings of bright, green tree tops rose into the sky as though reaching out to try and touch the clouds that passed overhead. Grand houses seemed small as they were lying in the far distance, almost grayed out in color and sharpness.

Nothing moved outside of the light shifting across the sky and the few birds that chirped and hopped over the freshly planted seeds of one farm. The stretch of black top did not often receive many visitors. It almost laid there like an unknown treasure to the few that knew of its existence. It was because so few drove down the highway, that when the gleaming, black Impala sped past, the birds scattered in a disarray of feathers and squawks as they ascended into the air.

The Impala cut down the lane, well over the speed limit, and continued on as a lone arm rested on the base of an open window, while fingers lightly gripped the wheel. John Winchester was leaned back against the front seat, his right arm stretched out and resting along the top of the bench. Next to him was a young boy who was determined to try and figure out the toy in his hands.

Dean's head was bent and his tongue was pressed so tightly into his cheek, it looked as though a hole would appear at any moment. Strands of his ever darkening blonde hair continued to fall into his eyes, making him shake his head out of irritation. He knew he could do it. A class mate had showed him how, not even two hours ago. He was sure he'd watched correctly, and he knew how to pay close attention. He would make this tank transform into Hardhead if it took him all night.

In the back seat, behind his older brother, Sam sat, tightly buckled in, playing with some green army men. They were at war in his mind, and the left hand was drastically down in numbers, without a chance to recover. As the right hand rose in the air, Sam followed through with his own sound effects as well as motions. Most of the little, plastic figures were lost somewhere on the floor between the seats. Sam's legs dangled above them, and after he'd worked so hard to try and collect the toys, he eventually gave up when his father convinced him that they were soldiers missing in action. Sam was fully prepared to rescue every last one of the men when the car stopped at a gas station or something.

Across the seat, tucked against the bench behind her father, was Becca. Her feet barely hung off the edge of the seat while her large eyes gazed upward to the window. She sat contently, watching large bundles and pillows of clouds pass overhead, some creating distinguishable shapes. Face framing strands of hair danced around in the breeze from her father's open window, and a stuffed lamb was squished between her stomach and arm.

Upbeat music was playing and growing closer and closer to Becca's favorite part with each passing second. Her eyes lit up and a smile broke out on her face when the music grew just a little louder. John leaned back in his seat from adjusting the volume, and he watched in the rear-view mirror to see his daughter's head tipping left and right to the beat of the tune. It was one of the small things he still held onto as a sign of innocence in her life and allowed it to fill him with a happiness that didn't seem to be present in his life as much anymore. The way the music always seemed to excite his daughter or stop her in her tracks and put a smile on her face was something he hoped she never lost. He hoped she kept that feeling forever; allowing that one blissful moment, where nothing else seemed to matter to her because at that second, everything to her was perfect. It was like a salvation that would release her of any pain she had. He had always noticed the way that they music seemed to fill her, consume her – become her… He wished he could hold on to that for her.

John watched expectantly, and then her voice filled the car, making him smile whole heartedly. Sam snapped his eyes over to where Becca continued to look through the window as though the words weren't even coming from her.

"Doo, doo, doo… back door," she rang out, not knowing all of the words – but confident in the three she did. Her head continued to tip back and forth as the repetitive "doo, doo, doo… back door," sounded around them.

Almost jealous at Becca's enjoyment, Sam attempted to join her, singing, "doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo," completely off-key and to absolutely no rhythm what-so-ever.

"Nooooo," Becca whined, ignoring the rest of the song while she turned to face her twin. "Tha's, tha's not right," she lightly scolded him with a shake of her head.

"Uh huh!" Sam defensively argued back. His army men were tightly clenched in his fist and his eyes were narrowing at his sudden and slight embarrassment. Sam Winchester did not enjoy being told he was wrong.

Continuing to shake her head, Becca was determined to show him he was wrong. "'S, 'doo, doo, doo… back door', Sammy," she told him. "You 's jus' sayin', 'doo, doo, doo, doo, doo,'."

Sam was quickly losing interest in the debate as the cassette changed over into the next song, and went back to the toys that he was holding so tightly they were indenting his skin. Turning away from his sister, and back to his toys, he heard Becca announce to the car, "I has t' go potty," and found himself quickly agreeing that they should stop as soon as possible.

John sighed. They'd only been on the road for a little over two hours, and he had hoped that their distance be farther before he had to pull over. They'd never make it to Bobby's by his established goal time if they were already making stops.

"Can you hold it?" he questioned. He already knew the answer, though. Becca didn't say she needed to do something unless she had to do it. If she said she was sleepy, she'd be asleep in less than five minutes. If she said she was going to be sick, she'd need a bucket. If she said she had to pee, you better get her to a bathroom.

"I gots t' go now," she whined as she began to bounce up and down in her seat and look towards the rear-view mirror with pleading eyes.

Sitting up straight, John quickly looked ahead of him, in hopes that there would be a rest stop, somewhere in the wide open Nebraska landscape. To his dismay, there wasn't. A couple hundred yards ahead laid a grouping of trees, and right now that would make as good a bathroom as any. Pressing down on the gas pedal, John quickly moved down the highway before pulling off to the side of the road. Getting out of the front seat, he worked his way to the back door already feeling like he'd dove into a pool from the humidity that swelled around him.

"Boys," he barked as he un-clicked Becca's belt, "you stay in the car. Dean, watch your brother." Satisfied with Dean's nod of a head, John grabbed Becca and headed into the trees.

When they were far enough in, but close enough to watch the car, John set his daughter down and told her to step behind a tree. Squirrels and chipmunks scattered into their safety zones, high within the deep green canopy; putting a smile on Becca's face. "Daddy, look at the squirrels!" she exclaimed while clapping her hands.

John looked at where she indicated. "I thought you had to go to the bathroom, Becca."

"I do!" she squeaked before running behind the tree. She had gone to the bathroom enough times in the woods that she knew how to master this unique skill. But not without the occasional accident. "Daddy?" Becca called out sheepishly.

Grimacing, John stepped to where she was crouched down behind the tree, to see bright red cheeks and small hands holding wet underwear. Sighing, he plucked her up, and situated her so her dress was fully covering her. Walking back to the car, and popping the trunk, he dug through Becca's bag, only for her to inform him that every pair of underwear she had, were dirty. Closing his eyes and trying to muffle a growl, John internally cursed his lack of doing laundry during their past stay, and ultimately decided that this trip – just like everything else in his life – wasn't working out to his benefit at all. Quickly doing the math, he decided to press on, and do his best to keep further accidents from occurring. Closing the lid of the trunk, he looked up at his daughter's face when she began tapping his shoulder.

"Those are the biggest squirrels I ever seed, Daddy," she whispered through an astounded breath.

Turning to face the field that Becca was pointing to, he laughed. "Becca," he smiled at her while gazing at the large animals that were watching them closely, "those are called deer."

Becca stared in wonder at the new discovery. "Deer?" she gasped quietly as her father chuckled at her amazement and then went back towards the front of the car to buckle her in.

"Sammy!" she practically shouted once John was securing her. "I just seed a deer!"

Sam looked at her as John shut the door and then opened his own. "Wass a deer?" he asked, completely curious by the unknown fact just thrust upon him.

"Giant squirrels!" she exclaimed as she tucked her stuffed lamb into the side of her leg. "And they was eating grass, and watchin' me and Daddy! They're big as the 'mpala!"

Sam's mouth dropped open as he looked to the front of the car briefly. "Whoa," he gasped, "I didn't know that squirrels get that'd big! Daddy!" he yelled, trying to make sure John knew that Sam hadn't known. "Daddy, I didn't know that'd squirrels got big as the 'mpala!"

Dean rolled his head up and back. Setting his transformer onto the seat next to him, he turned as much as he could to face his siblings. "Squirrels don't get as big as the Impala, Sammy!"

Becca faced her eldest brother. "Uh huh, Dean! I seed it! Daddy says they was deer!"

"Deer aren't squirrels," Dean laughed, causing his sister to whine out to their father in protest.

"Becca, those weren't squirrels, they were deer," John sighed, settling into his seat as they sped down the highway.

"Then what is they!" she demanded, looking to Dean as if it were a challenge. Before he could answer, though, the Impala passed by a pasture littered with cows, and a strong odor that assaulted the thick, warm, unmoving air. Scrunching up their faces, Becca and Sam simultaneously clapped their hands over their small noses and squealed out matching "eww"s.

Neither twin removed their hands as they looked at one another; yet, they both knew the other had a large grin on their face. "Who farted?!" Sam yelled through a giggle.

Becca kicked her legs happily as the laughter consumed her. "Dean!" she shrieked, causing a wave of deep laughter to fill the car from her and her brother.

Dean, who had gone back to trying to master the transforming toy, spun around on the bench while slamming the side of his fist into the seat, glaring as angrily as an eight year old could. "I did not!" he boomed heatedly.

Sam nodded his head in protest. "I can smell it," he stated, drawing out the word smell – as though he knew it would upset Dean more.

"I did not!" Dean repeated with a harder force. "It's the cows."

"Hahaha!" Becca laughed, looking at Sam. "Dean's a cow!"

Sam sputtered and laughed harder before looking at an irate Dean and going, "Moooooooo," in his face.

The twins laughed harder and were on the verge of falling over as their cheeks turned various shades of purple and red.

"All right, that's enough!" John's deep voice abruptly cut through the air, immediately causing all other noise outside of the engine and purring of the Impala to cease from making a sound. "You two leave your brother alone, understand?"

The twins both nodded their heads and chanted out a, "Yes, Daddy," before hanging their heads in a mirrored fashion.

The rest of the drive was what could be considered mostly peaceful. As the previously determined four hour journey dragged into one that was closer to six due to numerous bathroom stops, and one lengthy food stop that resulted in more a game of tag than an actual sit down meal. For three extremely well behaved and regularly obedient children, the younger two managed to get into enough mischief to drive even the most patient person into insanity. After a quick temper flare of John's and two twins sobbing after being yelled at, the small troop was rounded back into the car where all three children were soon spread out and sleeping – giving John a soothing, finally quiet ride.

Ages:
Dean - 21
Sam/Becca - 17

Year:
2000; Mid-Summer

3rd Person POV

Popping her gum, Becca curled her legs underneath her, and gripped the edge of the open window. Closing her eyes, she stuck her face in the wind as the Impala tore down the middle of the road. She was free, finally, from the stale, chipped walls of the Arkansas high school. Her summer was officially beginning, and the splashing wind across her skin only made her internal high sky rocket. She hoped it would be something that would last forever. Or at least until they made their way back to their father and had to begin a whole new set of orders and assignments. Inhaling deeply, a genuine, deep smile spread across her lips. The smell of wet dirt, aged pine, and what she could only determine to be sunshine, filled her.

Bringing herself back into the car, she settled into the corner of the seat and door and brought her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around them, while watching the scenery pass by. Whipping her head around, she stared wide-eyed at the radio. "Dean, turn it up!" she exclaimed, leaning forward in the chair and shaking her brother's shoulder.

Shrugging off her abrupt motions, Dean leaned forward as to release her hold on him, and gave into her demands. Becca's grin grew and a sparkle entered her eyes. Bobbing her head, she settled her back against the door, and tapped her toes while leaning her head back on the edge of the open window, allowing her face to warm up in the sun, and her hair to fly around her wildly.

"A statue wearing high heels.
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola listening to Buck Owens.
Doo, doo, doo, looking out my back door.
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flying spoon?"

"Doo, doo, doo," Sam quickly cut in, causing Becca to roll her large, green eyes. "See, I told you I was singing the song the right way," he winked at her as she pulled her head back into the car.

Rolling her eyes playfully, again, she collected all of her hair and shoved it into a messy ball on the top of her head. "No, you still sing it wrong," she teased. "You'd think after thirteen years, and growing a brain as big as yours, that you'd learn how to actually hold a tune."

Matching her lighthearted glare and puckered "angry" lips, Sam's eyes changed their focus over his brother when Dean scoffed and smirked happily. "Don't worry, Sammy, at least you know what a deer is," he assured his brother while turning his attention between the road and his siblings.

"I was four!" Becca retorted, looking at her brother, not even slightly surprised he totally remembered it. "And I'm still claiming it was a squirrel on steroids. His tail was a little too bushy if you ask me."

"No, it's okay," Sam told his sister, gaining a look from both siblings. "Yeah, I mean, at least you have an excuse. You were four, and you'd never seen one before. Not like Dean," he finished.

Becca furrowed her brows while scratching at her scalp. "Wait… what?"

Dean turned to face his brother, also, before looking back at the road. "Yeah, what are you talkin' about, Sammy?" he curiously and skeptically inquired.

Sam's smile grew into a mischievous smirk before his eyebrows relaxed and he settled deeper into his seat. "Moo," he stated simply, as though the one sound would set off a bomb.

And it did. Becca broke into a fit of laughter, a happy, genuine laugh that rang throughout the car, bringing a smile to both of her brothers' faces. "Moooooo," she chortled, dragging the sound out as long as she could before she broke into more laughs.

"Shut it," Dean tried sounding stern, only to have a smile break through and make him seem less intimidating than he would have liked. When Sam began to join into Becca's never ending fit of giggles, Dean rolled his own eyes and turned up the radio, trying to drown out his siblings' mocking smiles as he pressed down harder on the gas pedal.