Dean leaned back against the Impala, a crying baby in his arms. John had gotten angry when she started crying at three o'clock in the morning and refused to stop no matter what Dean did for her. So that's how he ended up standing in the warm muggy air of a Lecanto Florida motel. They were in town for a possible haunting, Violet didn't seem to have much of an issue with spending most of her time in a car, in fact she slept through most of the rides and when she did wake up Sam would feed her or they would stop somewhere to attend to her needs, whatever they may be.

They still weren't sure how she ended up outside their motel room and they had no idea what really happened with her mother. John made Dean get a paternity that came back positive. After that John let up about the whole getting rid of her thing. Dean knew that John didn't want to admit it but he was warming up the little baby. Dean sometimes caught him smiling when she did something cute but the second he realize that either one of his kids were paying attention he would go back to being his grumpy self.

"Come on, go back to sleep." The two month old just cried like he hadn't said anything. Just when he thought he was making headway with this whole being a dad thing she had to go and show him just how bad at it he was. "Please?" He attempted. He bounced her, tired to feed her, checked her for a dirty diaper, but nothing was wrong, at least nothing that he could find. He turned around and laid her on the hood of the car. She stopped crying. He frowned, then smiled. "You like the car?" He asked her. She blinked up at him. She moved her fist so it was in her mouth and smiled right back up at him through her hand. "You know this whole waking up in the middle of the night and screaming your head off is getting old? Right?" She giggled. He waited a couple minuets, just let her have her time on the car and hoped to god that when he picked her up she wouldn't start crying again. It didn't take long for her eyes to grow heavy and begin to close and he decided to try and take her back inside.

"She asleep?" Sam asked in a whisper when Dean laid her down in her napper and then climbed back into the bed he shared with his younger brother.

"For now."

"You need to do something about her waking up every night." John told his son the next morning after he dropped Sam off at school. After missing a month Dean decided to just take the GED test and if he passed then he passed, if not then he doesn't need it anyway. He passed but by the skin of his teeth.

"What do you want me to do? She's a baby."

"I don't know, but we can't hunt monsters if we're about to pass out because we haven't been getting enough sleep."

"From what I read she should start sleeping though the night's within the next couple of weeks. We've made it three months, a couple of weeks won't be that bad." Dean said, looking into the back seat to make sure she was alright. She was batting at a few colorful ribbons Dean had attached to the roof of the Impala for her. The hung down just of of reach of her mouth and he had them hooked up. well enough that he was confident that she couldn't pull them down. John looked into the rear-view and followed his son's gaze. He watched her latch onto a bright blue ribbon and yank on it. Dean chuckled.

"You gotta admit, she's pretty cute." Dean told his father to which he grunted. They pulled into the parking lot of the motel.

"You get to stay here and babysit while I go and check out the crime scene." John said, not even bothering to pull into a spot while Dean got of the car and walked around to the other side and unbuckle the kid. Dean didn't argue with his father and stepped back with the baby in his arms as he pulled away. Violet giggled and reached up at his face. He didn't want to put her in day care because he was afraid that she would start showing signs of powers. So far nothing has happened but that didn't stop him from watching everything she did like a hawk, looking for something out of the ordinary. He was hoping that she wouldn't have any powers, that the fact that he was a normal human would cancel them out somehow. They also made sure to steer clear of other hunters, not all of them were as opened minded as the Winchesters needed to be when it comes to their newest addition. One little magical flare up and they could be looking at a very bad situation.

The next couple of hours he spent most of his time watching Tv and making sure that the kid didn't die. She took a nap and when she woke up she his watch Tv. He would explain to her what was going on and tell her why some of the jokes were funny. Of course she didn't do anything but look up at him unless he started laughing, then she would laugh. All in all she was a cute kid, he just couldn't wait until she could use the bathroom on her own.

"What have you been doing all day?" His father asked when he finally came back, Sam following in behind him. Dean was leaning against the headboard of the bed with Violet leaning against his chest. She was looking around the room for the noise but they were too far away for her to see them clearly.

"She wanted to watch Tv."

"She's not even four months old. She can't even see it." Dean shrugged.

"That's why I had to watch it too, so I could explain to her what was going on." John rolled his eyes at his son but left it alone. "How was school Sammy?"

"Don't call me that." He grumbled.

"That bad huh?" Dean asked as his younger brother sat down on the same bed as him. Once Violet could make out his face she reached for him. Sam laughed at her but did as she requested, his sullen mood replaced with an amused one. Violet didn't have to work hard to wrap the boy's around her finger.

Dean sat the now six month old baby on the floor. She looked up and him and fell onto her back when she finally made it to his face. Dean chucked as she grabbed at her feet with her hands and cooed up at him. John sat at the table next to the window with about a dozen books splayed over the top. Dean sat down across from his father and sighed before digging into the literature. He cracked his knuckles and stretched his neck causing John to roll his eyes at the dramatic display.

Dean made sure to keep one eye on the kid as he read into the text on whatever monster his father decided they were hunting. When he looked away from her she squealed and rolled over. "Hey there." Dean warned, giving her a firm look to which she responded with another loud squeal and a huge grin. John grunted and turned the page in his book.

"Come on, she's cute." Dean exclaimed.

"Yeah now, but the second she opens her mouth she's gonna give you a migraine that a concussion wouldn't have the chance of pulling off." Dean scoffed and looked down at the baby.

"You raised us."

"Yeah and you ended up with a baby at sixteen and your brother does everything he can not to be here. Get to work." It was Dean's turn to roll his eyes. He did as he was told but more then half of his attention was devoted to the little girl on the floor who was currently trying to move across the floor on her stomach. John sighed. "Just pick her up."

"She's good on the floor, she needs to build up strength in her arms and legs anyway." Dean said, giving his father a look.

"Then what's the damn problem?"

"I'm just making sure she doesn't hurt herself."

"And how is she going to do that?"

"Not sure, hasn't happened yet." Dean shrugged and reached down to grab Violet who had rolled herself to her father's foot. She latched onto his jeans as he pulled her up and swatted at his hands when he disconnected her fingers from the cloth. He sat her in his lap with her back pressed against his chest. She looked up at him, her head bending all the way back so she could see his face. Her gaze traveled from her father to her grandfather and she seemed captivated by him.

Dean laughed at her expression, causing John to look up from the book and meet her gaze. Once he looked at her she reached out for him to take her. Dean raised an eyebrow at his father. "You want 'er?" He grunted and went back to the book. Dean looked down at his daughter and sighed. Sam was at school, where he spent most of his time, even after class was over. He would hang out at the library and whenever he was with them he would either play with Violet or work on his school work.

Violet didn't like it when Sam worked on school. She would start crying until either Sam payed attention to her or Dean set her down next to his younger brother. She would bat at the papers and grab at his pens. If she managed to grab onto it then she would throw it onto the floor or away from them. Dean joked that she was trying to sabotage his education.

"I'm gonna hit the can, can you watch her for a few seconds?" John grunted again.

"If a monster breaks in here and tries to eat her I will kill it."

"Can you just make sure she doesn't get into anything?"

"If a monster breaks in, and it tries to eat her I will kill it." John gave his son a look and Dean just shook his head.