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Dean-14

Sam-10

Kate-5

It was your average Wednesday afternoon for the Winchesters. John had taken Sam out to practice with a bow and arrow, leaving Dean to look after Kate for a while. Katie was sprawled out on the floor between the couch and TV, lost in her favorite activity, coloring. Somewhere between the last 2 towns, she had managed to lose her coloring book and in an attempt to stop her from bugging him about it so much, Dean had dug into his backpack and given her a bunch of his school papers so she could draw on the back of them. Kate bit her tongue as she put the finishing touches on her latest masterpiece. Dean walked over and plopped down on the couch and switched on the TV.

"De, look!" Katie held up her picture for Dean to see.

"Cool. Good job." His voiced lacked any hint of emotion. Heck, he didn't even take his eyes off of the TV. He'd seen enough of her 'pictures' lately and lost interest.

"But you didn't look!" She was upset Dean didn't take an interest in the drawing she had worked so hard on for a whole 10 minutes. She stood up and held the picture right in his face. "See! It's the 'pala."

"Impala," Dean corrected as he took the picture into his hands, not seeing another option. He looked at it and smiled. Kate definitely followed along with the rest of the Winchesters in their lack of creative drawing ability.

"Its for you!" She clapped her hands together, excited.

"Wow. Thanks," Dean responded with little enthusiasm. This was about the 20th picture she had made 'just for him' in the past 2 days. He sat it down on the couch beside him and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV volume.

"I want juice," Katie announced.

"Okay." Dean gently pushed her aside so he could get back to watching his show and Katie was blocking his view.

She noticed that he wasn't getting up. "But I want juice now."

Dean let out a small grunt in annoyance. "Katie, you're 5. Walk to the freaking fridge and get a juice box. It's not rocket science." She crossed her arms, stuck out her bottom lip, and stomped her way over to the fridge.

She opened it up and searched all around for some juice, but was disappointed when she saw there weren't any more. She started to look for other options…milk…water…oh! Her eyes lit up as she grabbed the brown bottle. She slowly raised it to her lips and started to take a sip.

"Close the door before you let all the cold—," Dean began to yell over as he turned around on the couch to see her. When he saw what he was drinking, he jumped up and was over in front of her in one swift movement. "What are you doing?!" He harshly grabbed the bottle out of her hands.

"It hurts!" Katie said as she put her hand up to her throat. Dean placed the bottle back in the fridge and closed the door. "It didn't taste like before."

Dean knelt down to her eye level. "When did you drink this before?!" Dean's eyes grew wide as he impatiently waited for her to respond.

"'member? Sammy dranked it at the diner. It's root beer. It looks the same, but this one made my mouth hurt!"

"That," Dean pointed to the fridge, "is not the same as Sam's. That's a drink just for Dad's!" He grabbed on to her upper arm. "You're not allowed to ever EVER touch that stuff!"

She didn't understand why Dean was so upset with her. Her bottom lip began to quiver. "But I didn't mean to be bad. There's no more juice, De."

"I know, but it's just…" Dean paused as he tried to figure out how he was going to explain this to his 5 year old sister. "That's not root beer, ok? It's a drink for grownups and it's bad for you. Just don't ever touch it, or anything like it, again. You understand?" He noticed that tears began to fill her eyes and he suddenly felt bad for reacting so harshly, but seeing her with a beer in her hands sent him over the edge. How could his dad be so careless?! His dad never thought about the kids and Dean was always the one to be there to clean up his messes. He shouldn't have to worry about his little sister getting into beer because of his dad's negligence. Deep down he knew he should be yelling at John and not at Katie.

"Why does Daddy drink it if its bad?" Dean knew that one day he was going to miss seeing such innocence in her eyes. She really had no idea about their dad.

"Cuz it…uh…it helps dad forget things," he said as he silently prayed she would accept his answer and move on.

"Oh." Dean closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief that she didn't play another round of 20 questions with him. "Dean, you're hurting me," Katie said as she tried to wiggle her arm out of his grasp. He hasn't even realized he was still holding on to her.

"Oh, sorry." He let go as he stood back up and looked around, trying to figure out what to do next. Katie looked up at him waiting for him to say something. "Well, come on midget, how about we go get you some juice?" Dean needed to get out of his motel room and calm down before John got back or he wasn't sure what would come out of his mouth.

"Yay!" Katie rejoiced as she skipped over to the door with Dean following behind. She had clearly forgotten everything that just happened, not realizing how important it had been. It was something Dean wouldn't be able to get out of his mind for a long time.

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Dean-16

Sam-12

Katie-7

"Sam is super yucky gross!" Katie said as she burst into a giggling fit. Sam's head shot up from his homework on the kitchen table as he glared over to his little sister sitting on the floor.

"Shut up Katie!" Sam yelled. She always got under his skin when she started to play her stupid games.

She ignored Sam's outburst. "You're right! He does have a pumpkin head!" She started laughing again. Sam turned to the other side to see Dean standing facing the counter. He hadn't even turned around to acknowledge something was going on. Sam just grunted and went back to his homework, deciding it wasn't even worth fighting with her over. "Do you want more?" Katie asked. She paused and waited for a response. "Ok, I'll get you some!" She got up and went into the small kitchen. She kept tapping Dean in the side until he acknowledged her.

"What?" Dean asked annoyed as he looked down at her.

"We need more crackers. Lucy is hungry." Dean glanced over to where Katie had been sitting and took a deep breath.

"I think you've had enough," he said firmly.

"Deeeeannn...that's not nice. She's my friend."

"She's hardly a friend," Sam mumbled causing both Katie and Dean to turn around to him sitting at the kitchen table. Sam couldn't pass up an opportunity to bug his sister; she deserved it after all the stuff she keeps saying about him.

"Well she's not your friend. She's mine. And we need crackers." Katie turned her attention back to Dean.

"Fine. But tell your friend—," Dean was cut off.

"Lucy! That's her name," Katie clarified.

"Ok. Tell Lucy no more crackers after this," Dean said as he handed her a small packet of Ritz crackers. Katie nodded her head as she went back over to sit down.

"See, told you I'd get them!" she said as she opened up the packet and started splitting the crackers up.

Sam leaned back in his chair and turned towards Dean. "You really shouldn't let her do that," Sam said in a hushed tone so only Dean could hear.

"She's fine." Dean couldn't believe he was defending her on this one.

"But it's not right," Sam said as he gestured towards Katie on the floor.

Dean stepped closer to Sam, he didn't want Katie overhearing them. "Yes it is. It's normal. So let it alone, Sam," Dean finished. He was frustrated that Sam was so against Katie just being an average 7 year old. He wanted her to experience all the normal things she could while she still had the chance.

"Whatever," Sam said as he turned around and stared back down at his homework.

The door creaked open and John came into the room. He had been at the local library trying to get as much information as he could on his latest hunt. "Hey Daddy," Katie said up at him from her spot on the floor.

"Hey peanut," he said as he tousled her hair and continued on towards the kitchen.

"AAAHHH!" Everyone turned to Katie and froze, each Winchester instantly trying to remember where the nearest weapon was located. "Daaaad! You stepped on Lucy's leg!" John's eyes scanned the area where he just walked. If he had trampled on top of someone's leg, he thought he would have noticed.

"Katie, there's no one there." John motioned towards the floor by her.

"Yeah-huh. Lucy came over to eat crackers and you broke her leg! Now I gots to fix it. That was very mean, daddy," Kate said as she shook her index finger at him.

"Did I just get scolded by my 7 year old?" John wondered. He had no idea what was going on and was slightly concerned now. He turned to Dean and he motioned for John to come into the kitchen. Once John was there, he raised his eyebrows and hands at Dean, asking for an explanation.

"Lucy is her imaginary friend," Dean explained as they both looked over at Katie again, who was now pretending to "doctor" up her friend.

"Oh…uh…wow." John needed a moment. This was definitely something new for him. "And she thinks its real?"

"Yeah...," Dean replied.

"But did you check it out?" John asked, suddenly lowering his voice.

"Dad, all kids her age make up this kind of stuff," Dean explained, wondering why his dad didn't know any of this stuff. He really needed to spend more time with Katie.

"I never did!" Sam piped up, always eager to add his two cents.

Dean glared at him. "Yeah, well you were a freak and couldn't even find anyone that wanted to be your imaginary friend."

"Dean…," John lightly warned. Dean's gaze dropped to the floor. "But did you check into it…like you know…"

Dean's head popped up with a huge smile on his face. He just realized what John really meant. "Dad. It's not a ghost or spirit or anything. I made sure already."

John was amazed how much his son thought just like him. He smiled, suddenly relieved he could spare his daughter a bit longer from finding out about the supernatural. He gave Dean a pat on the back as Katie came up to both of them. "Lucy needs a doctor! I need help." Her gaze went from John to Dean and back to John.

"Oh…no, I shouldn't help because I bet she's mad at me for breaking it, but Dean here will patch her up just right," John said as he gave his oldest son a slight push towards Katie.

"Ok, but hurry! She's crying." Katie started back towards the area on the floor where she had been sitting. Dean gave his dad a pleading look but was met with a loud chuckle and smile from him. Dean slumped his shoulders and reluctantly started walking.

"Go be 'normal', Dean," Sam mocked. Dean smacked him on the back of the head as he continued towards Katie. He was suddenly regretting the fact that he had encouraged this whole imaginary friend thing in the first place.