AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Remember that other than my made-up characters, I own nothing.

Chapters are gonna remain kind of short, but get a little longer at the same time too.

For Kalli.

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Charlotte, Charlie for short, had decided that even though she had to live with her cousins, she could make this place her home. She had no idea how her uncle had scored such a huge house on such nice land—oh wait…her uncle was a lawyer…silly her. When she was younger, Charlie had been a lot like her father, but at 12, she was much more like her mother. She had two younger siblings, Trevor who was 10, and Rose who was 6. Trevor sometimes told Rose she was an accident, and then he'd get a stern talking to from his mother.

Truth be told, Rose was deliberate. Kyla had never planned on Charlotte, nor on Trevor, but she'd felt blessed and when time came and she wanted a baby, Hunter being so gosh darn adorable, Kyla had asked Dean, who rejected the notion right off the bat. So Kyla got him a little drunk and horny and BAM! Rose was conceived. Not that Dean didn't love all three of his children—he did. He just really hadn't expected to have so much responsibility and now he'd burned his house down and needed to find a job.

"Did I tell you that you could eat?" Kyla asked Dean, smacking his hand as he reached for the mac and cheese on the table.

Hunter laughed. "The mommies around here seem to hit the daddies a lot."

"Mommy? Can we have pancakes?" Rose asked Kyla.

Kyla smiled and shook her head, pointing at the mac and cheese. Rose pouted a little, Trevor nudging her to be polite, and Hunter showed Charlie his drawing of a cat. Charlie raised an eyebrow and when Hunter's eyes egged her on, Charlie looked to her mother who was pretending not to notice Dean shoving the mac and cheese into his face. Kyla nodded at her to be nice, and Charlie sighed.

"It's a very nice cow, Hunter." Charlie replied. "Do you guys have cereal around here?"

"I could go for some cereal." Dean said his mouth full of mac and cheese.

Hunter frowned. "It's a cat."

Charlie looked at the picture again. "But it has udders."

Hunter pouted again and started to eat his mac and cheese as Rose complimented Noah's macaroni art and Kalli grabbed Charlie a bowl and some Raisin Bran. Charlie made another face and Kyla shook her head, desperately begging her eldest with her eyes not to make a fuss. Charlie was very picky when it came to her food—a trait she picked up more from her father than from her mother. Dean even made a face, and Kyla put a large spoonful of mac and cheese in her mouth to stop herself from making a scene with Charlie.

"What kind of tool eats Raisin Bran?" Charlie asked. "No Fruit Loops? Golden Grahams? Rice Krispies? Crispix?"

Dean chuckled with another mouthful of food. "Ken…and Aunt Sammy."

"You know if you had a room to be sent to, I'd send you there." Kyla told Dean, smacking his arm lightly.

Dean chuckled. "I know…then you'd come check on me and spank me."

Kyla couldn't help but giggle at the hotness that was Dean Winchester talking kinda dirty with food in his mouth, and then had to stop herself and shot him a look. He couldn't talk like that in front of the kids! They still had mostly innocent minds! Charlie was picking up language left and right, and mannerisms, and though Trevor seemed to be taking after Sam mostly, he was starting to turn too. Kyla loved her husband, and she vainly loved herself, but needed desperately for her children to not be so terribly rude to their family.

"We have pop tarts." Kalli offered.

"No—no pop tarts." Kyla told Dean, who got a look in his eyes.

Kalli laughed. "May Charlie have pop tarts."

"Maybe…Charlie?" Kyla asked.

Charlie sighed and looked her aunt in the eye. "Please?"