Here's part 2 of this fun adventure! I'll post part 3 within the next week :)

I hope you enjoy!

Sam bounced her once as if to jolt her attention. "Hey, that's not a nice thing to say about him. You love him. What's going on with you?" When she didn't say anything, he turned to Dean for some kind of explanation without looking like he was accusing him of anything.

Dean's forehead wrinkled when he heard her say that he was mean, but he still didn't really know why she thought that. He suddenly felt nervous about explaining to Sam why she was crying. He fidgeted uncomfortably, not liking the situation. "We were, uh, we were just doing 'eeny meany miny moe' to see which movie we would watch tonight, and then she started crying, but- Hey Em? We can watch whatever you want to, kiddo. Okay?" He looked at Sam desperately as if to ask if that was okay.

Sam gave Dean a slight nod to calm his over-worrying brother, and internally he began to question if this date was even a good idea. Then Emily's eyes went to her uncle, but she didn't lift her head up, still feeling extremely tired. She asked in a quiet voice. "We can watch Aladdin?"

"Yeah! Hell yeah!" He bound off the couch, happy that she was not sobbing anymore. He walked tentatively over to her, worrying that she'd start crying again if he got too close. "We can watch Aladdin as much as you want! Is that okay?" His eyes wouldn't leave his niece's face till he knew she was good.

Emily slowly lifted her head up and through one last sniffle let out a deep breath. "Okay. I really really wants to watch Aladdin." She turned to Sam and with her slightly watery blue eyes, she asked innocently, "You wanna watch, too, Daddy?"

Sam's heart melted into a puddle and his entire plans started to change in his mind. His little girl could flash those watery blue eyes, say Daddy, and literally have him hand over the keys to the world. Sam mouthed quietly to Dean, "Maybe I should just stay home..."

"Whoa. Hold on there." Dean held up his hands like he was pumping the brakes. He turned his attention back to his niece. "Hey- Em- tell you what. Why don't you go pick out the Aladdin movie and then some, like- books or stuff or other crap you wanna do tonight, okay? I wanna do whatever you wanna do tonight, just you and me. So, can you go pick out some cool stuff for us?"

"So Daddy can play, too?" She looked back at Sam and he could feel his heart caving in for this little girl.

Dean threw his brother a determined look that encouraged him to stick with his plans. Receiving the message loud and clear, Sam took a deep breath before responding, "I'm still going to go out tonight still, Em. Why don't you get your Aladdin pajamas to show Uncle Dean? Maybe you can have pajama night while you watch the movie?" He turned to Dean for help.

Dean put on his best excited face. He knew that he had to knock this out of the park for his brother, so he gave it everything he had. "You have Aladdin pajamas?! No way! Can I see them? Please?" The things he did for family. He'd deny ever doing them them with every fiber in his being.

Sam jumped on the over exaggeration bandwagon. "You hear that? Uncle Dean really wants to see them. I bet he never has before, huh?"

She shook her head. "No 'cause we just buyed them."

Sam acted like he'd forgotten that fact. "You're right, we just bought them," he instinctively corrected without realizing the habit he'd formed. "Why don't you go upstairs and change into them like a big girl?"

When she heard the opportunity to be a big girl, she immediately nodded. Sam gave her a quick kiss on the temple before placing her on the ground. The second she was out of earshot upstairs, he turned to Dean. "I don't think I should go, man. The poor kid is exhausted and grumpy as hell. You don't need to deal with this." He was already feeling guilty for dumping this on Dean.

Dean waved his hand. "Please. I can deal with exhausted and grumpy. I put up with you for years." He playfully punched Sam on the arm with a grin, before getting serious. "Hey- look, man. Getting back out there- that's big stuff, you know. It's rough, but you can do it, Sam. You need to do it. I know you can. So just grab your purse, make sure you're packing a Trojan, and go." Dean's infamous grin reemerged on the last sentence.

Sam couldn't hide a smile from his brother's stupidity. He playfully punched Dean back. "There won't be any of that tonight." Although the guy side of him would enjoy getting laid, he was just not in the mindset for that yet. "But seriously man. Emily's got a lot of her mom in her when it comes to being grouchy." He chuckled about how he and Sarah used to joke about that. "You sure you're going to be okay with her tonight?"

Dean shrugged nonchalantly, but then the memory of what just happened crashed back in, and the smile slid off his face. "Yeah- I mean, we'll be fine, but...okay. So, if she goes off the deep end like that again, do I just...what do I do? I don't want to screw up, alright? So- what do I do?" He looked at Sam, just a bit lost. He took this very seriously and didn't want to fuck up.

There was a brief moment of panic that flashed through him at seeing Dean so lost because he'd so rarely seen it in his lifetime—was Dean really ready to care for his four year old? Sam closed his eyes for a moment to talk some reason into his mind. Dean had raised him—he could handle this little girl. It wasn't the first time he'd babysat. He'd protect her no matter what—that he was sure of.

"You validate whatever she's feeling and ask her to calm down, and when that doesn't work, you do exactly what you just did...try to distract her with something else. And if all the less fails, just put her in a time out or if she's just really tired, you can put her to bed early. I'll have my phone on all night." He second guessed everything. "How about you just call me if something happens?"

Deans scowled. "No, I'm not going to call you when you're on a freaking date, Sam. I got this. We'll be fine." He saw the look in Sam's face. "I'm serious, dude. I can handle this. Validate, ask to stop, distract, time out, or bed. Got it. We're good. Don't worry. Worry about your moves. You're bound to be a little rusty. You remember how everything works 'down there,' right?" Cue the infamous shit eating grin.

Sam's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Shuddup." Then he had to add for his own pride. "Of course I remember." His face turned serious. "Just promise you'll call if it gets to be too much, okay? You can swallow your pride every once in a while." They could hear the faint pitter patter of Emily's feet making her way down the steps.

"Yeah, yeah, I promise," he lied. Dean would do everything in his power to keep from calling Sam. He would never say it, but he really wanted to make sure Sam had a grown-up night for the first time in years. He knew his brother's first priority would always be Emily, as it should be. But Sammy was still his little brother. He still had to watch out for him. Dean turned his face towards the stairs, ready to overact like hell about his niece's pajamas.

Emily came charging into the room at full speed and then slammed on the brakes right in front of them. She was clad in purple pants and a long-sleeved shirt. She pulled her top out in front of her to show off the image of Aladdin and Jasmine on their magic carpet. "Look!"

Dean's jaw fell open in sheer and utter delight. He dropped to his knees right in front of her and began meticulously examining her shirt "Wow! This is freaking awesome, kid! Wow! Okay, so that dude is Aladdin, right?" He pointed to one character.

"Yup!" She over enthusiastically pointed to the other character. "This is Jasmine. She's a princess." She said it with the awe of a four year old. As Emily was clearly caught up in showing Dean her outfit, Sam gave his brother a quick nod and quietly walked away to gofinish getting ready.

Dean subtly nodded in Sam's direction to acknowledge that he saw, but he kept his eyes fixed firmly on Emily. "Wow. A princess, huh? She's kind of hot." Dean stood up. "Well, that settles it. I have to watch this movie, like right now. Come on. I don't think I can wait a moment longer." He held out his hand, waiting to see if she bought all the crap he was selling.

His excitement instantly made her ecstatic about the movie all over again. She took his hand and started dragging him back to the TV. "Come on, let's watch now, Uncle De! There's a monkey in it too!"

"A monkey?! No way!" He let her pull him. When they reached the TV, he grabbed the DVD and opened it, then leaned down and began searching the DVD player for the power button. "Where's the power button on this damn thing?"

Like any kid nowadays, she knew how to do simple electronic things innately. "It's right here, silly." She reached over and pressed the larger button on the right side, causing the player to come to life. "And you press this one for open." She pressed it and the tray popped out. "You got to put the DVD in now, Uncle De. Make sure the picture side is looking up at you." She repeated Sam's instructions.

Dean's head spun at the four year old schooling him in how to work the DVD player. He looked at her in wonder. "You are really freaking smart. How did you get so smart, huh?" He started tickling her.

She started giggling like crazy, her laughter carrying all the way upstairs to Sam, who smiled and felt a bit calmer now. "Daddy taught me!" She rolled on the floor in laughter, trying to get away from the playful tickles.

"Well, okay then." He stopped tickling her, picked her up, and sat down on the couch with her in his lap. He handed her the remote. "Alright you techno super smart wizard. Light it up." He surreptitiously checked his watch. If Sam didn't haul ass, he was going to be late.

She fumbled the control a bit and then finally hit the play button and leaned back, happily settling into her seat on Dean's lap.

Meanwhile, Sam finally chose a black button-down shirt with silver pinstripes after trying on about five different ones. He threw on his shoes and did one last take in the mirror before going downstairs. He was surprised and relieved to see Emily sitting comfortably on Dean's lap, eyes focused on the TV.

Dean's head turned when he heard Sam coming down the stairs. He quickly assessed Sam's outfit and chose from the vast array of insults that he had cued up and ready to go, no matter how good Sam looked. He called over quietly, not wanting to distract Emily. "Going for the mafia look I see." He grinned evilly, and Sam knew he was joking.

Sam just threw him the infamous bitch face that quickly faded as Emily looked over at him. "You look pretty, Daddy," she commented affectionately.

"Just like a pretty, pretty princess." Dean made a duck-lips face at him.

Sam just shook his head at Dean's antics. "Why don't you pause the movie for a second and we can go get a snack for you guys?"

Emily nodded enthusiastically and paused the video. Sam picked her up, carrying her into the kitchen, out of ear shot from Dean. He sat her down on the counter top. "What snack do you think Uncle Dean would like?"

Emily swung her legs back and forth. "I think he wants popcorn!" Because that was exactly what she wanted.

Sam chuckled. "Popcorn it is." He grabbed a low calorie no butter sea salt package out of the cabinet. "Alright, Emily. I want you to be extra good for Uncle Dean tonight, okay? Can you do that for me?"

Emily kept swinging her feet as they tapped the cabinet beneath her. "Yup!" It was said like a reflex, like she knew it was what she should say.

Sam looked at her out of the side of his eye. "Good. So that means that when Uncle Dean tells you to go to bed, you're going to do it without fussing or complaining, right?" He had one eye on the popcorn in the microwave and one eye on his daughter.

The pitter patter of her feet continued as she replied her standard answer. "Yup!" She popped the 'p' for extra emphasis.

Although she was replying with all the right answers, he had to make his expectation clear. "Okay. Because when I come home, if Uncle Dean says you misbehaved for him, you're going to be in trouble." He looked her right in the eye. "Okay?"

The mention of "trouble" caught her interest. Her feet stopped swinging and she turned fully to him. "What kind of trouble?" It was like she was already trying to weigh her options.

He kept looking right into her eyes. "No movies and early bedtime for a week." He waited to see if she understood how serious he was that she behaved.

Her blue eyes went wide. "A whole week?! Daddy, that's a long time." It was like she was trying to negotiate her punishment before anything actually had happened.

Sam smiled indulgently at her. "Then you behave for Uncle Dean and you don't have to worry about it, do you?" He bopped her on the nose with his finger as the microwave buzzed. He pulled the popcorn out.

She giggled. "Nope! 'Cause I'll be good." There was a pause as he poured the food into a bowl. "Hey Daddy? You going to come back tonight for me, right?"

Sam didn't know it right now, but she was really asking if he was going to be back tonight to put her to bed...because there hadn't been a single night she could remember when he hadn't tucked her in. Unfortunately, Sam only understood her question at face value and replied with a simple, "Of course, peanut."

Emily smiled, happy with her father's answer. "Come on, Daddy, Uncle De is waiting." She launched herself off the counter and made a loud thump on the floor when she landed.

Sam whipped around at the thump. "Emily, don't jump off the counter like that! Are you okay?"

She stood up and said with the same smirk and voice that he reminded him of Dean. "Course I am. I'm a ninja."

Sam rolled his eyes. He was not looking forward to when Dean's attitude in her manifested itself in her teenage years. "Don't jump off the counter anymore, okay? Let's go see Uncle Dean." He picked up the popcorn bowl and waited for her as she skipped off into the living room and rushed at Dean.

"We got popcorn!"

Dean grabbed onto her and placed her back on the couch. "Awesome!" He leaned over to his niece and whispered loudly, "And as soon as your dad is gone, we'll dump a bunch of butter on it, okay?"

Sam rolled his eyes as he shoved the bowl at Dean. "Okay, well I need to get going." He looked at his daughter again. "Remember what we talked about. Be good, okay?" He wanted to make a point of saying it in front of Dean as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

Emily looked at him sweetly. "Okay, Daddy." Then she started searching for the remote, too distracted by the movie to process that he was leaving.

Sam shrugged on his jacket and squeezed Dean's shoulder. "Call me if anything happens, okay? Anything at all," he reminded.

Dean nodded his head, brushing his hand off. "Yeah, yeah. Get going! Have fun." He gave Sam a real smile- there was nothing perverted or joking behind it. He was really proud of Sam for going out tonight and wanted him to see that.

The real smile caught him off guard, but it gave him the extra boost of confidence he needed. He threw them one last glance before he finally decided it was okay to leave. Emily was happily sitting on the couch as she eagerly hit play, nuzzling into Dean's side so they could share the bowl of popcorn on his lap. Sam glanced at the clock quickly and realized he was going to have to speed a tad bit to get to Beth's house on time, so he said one last goodbye before heading out the door.

The final credits rolled on Aladdin. Dean looked down at his niece, who'd been curled into his side the entire time. He smiled down at her, then nudged her gently. "Alright, short stuff. Time to hit the hay."

Her brow furrowed as she slowly sat up and tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes, not wanting Dean to see she was sleepy. She had dozed off momentarily during the movie, but she continued to fight because she was not ready to give in yet. She laid her fists down and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall beside Dean. "But the baby hand isn't touching the number 9." She'd picked up quickly on numbers that Sam taught her. She had no idea how to tell time, but she knew very well where the small hand should be when it was bedtime—and that was on the 9. She was smart enough to know she could try and play Uncle Dean.

Dean wrinkled his brow. He knew she was exhausted and needed to go to bed, so he thought quickly. "Hey! What's that behind you?" When she turned around to look, he moved the small hand to the nine. "Hey. Look at that. Small hand's on the 9." She stared in confusion at the clock, trying to counter him but she could no longer deny that the hand was on the number 9. "Time for bed, kiddo."

She crossed her arms defiantly, not liking the unexpected change in time. "No!"

Dean's eyebrows shot into his hairline at seeing her attitude. He was suddenly thrown back to when Sam was her age, refusing to go to bed. He geared up in case there was a tantrum brewing. He stared at her. "Excuse me?" There was a touch of warning in his voice.

"I'm not going to bed." Her arms stayed firmly folded as a strong pout appeared on her face.

Dean just casually folded his arms and leaned back, still staring firmly at her. "Really. You think so."

She didn't move. "Uh-huh." If this had been her father, after a quick 'that's enough', she would have tucked the attitude away to keep from getting in trouble, but with Uncle Dean, things weren't that way. She didn't have the experience with him of acting out, and when she did act out, Sam had always been there to shut it down. They were both entering new territory and she was more than testing the waters.

Dean gritted his teeth. Okay. She wanted to throw down. This wasn't new. Yeah, it had been a hell of a long time since he had to force Sam to go to bed, but in his mind, this was like riding a bike. He had this. He thought. "Well, spoiler alert. You're wrong. You need to go upstairs, now." He remained firm and thought- your move, kid.

For a brief second, his firm tone registered to her ears and he could see its effect flash across her face as she fought the comeback, but it was only for a millisecond. She jumped to her feet and pointed to the clock. "But it didn't say nine!"

"But it does now, Emily."

She stomped her foot, not liking his answer. "No! No! I don't sleep!" she whined as her grumpy side was on full display. A day without sleep would do that to even the most veteran preschooler.

Dean just tilted his head to the side, like he didn't have a care in the world. He was totally faking it, but she'd never know. Inwardly, he was panicking that she was going to be screaming face down in the living room when Sam got home. But there was no way in hell that he would show her that. "Yes, you do sleep. And you're going to, soon. So go ahead. Get it all out of your system now."

Still displeased with his answer, she did the only other thing she knew how to do when she didn't want to do something, she ran. She ran right past Dean toward the entryway shouting, "Nooooooo!"

Dean sighed heavily and dropped his head, muttering, "Crap." He took off after her. "Emily, come back here!" He followed her into the entryway.

She ran for the door and groaned. She knew that she was still too short to reach the deadbolt to unlock it, but that didn't stop her from trying to turn the knob, even though it was with no success. With each tug, she declared, "I. Don't. Wanna!"

Dean trotted up behind her. He watched her struggling with the knob for a moment. He tried to appease Sam and validate her feelings like he suggested. "I know you're mad that you're going to bed." He waited to see if it would work and like most feelsy crap, it didn't. So with a sigh, he leaned down, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder. "Come on, you little monster. Let's go." However, "monster" was said with affection.

She began kicking her legs and squirming like a worm on the run. "I said no!" She twisted more. "Put me down, Uncle De!"

They got all the way upstairs and into her room before he finally put her down right in front of him. He got on his knees and held her squirming arms to her sides. "Stop it. Right. Now."

She fought his grasp a few times and then just gave in, knowing that she was no match for his strength. But that was when the tears started and she declared out of pure reflex, "I waaannnt Daaaaddy!" When she was in trouble, it was instinct for her to want the person that wasn't there.

Dean half knew that, but in the moment, it didn't even register in his head and his heart broke. He gathered her in his arms, then crossed to her bed and sat down with her on his lap. "Hey- hey now. Emily, calm down." It was almost a plea, not a command.

She squirmed to try and escape his grasp. Really, she didn't want her dad at this point-it hadn't hit her yet that she was going to bed without him tucking her in. Right now she was just in the fight to not go to bed at all. The tears still came as she coughed through them. "I don't want to sleep never, Uncle De. I want to play."

He grabbed her little hands and tried to hold her. "Hey- stop it. I can't make a deal with you if you don't stop trying to hit me." He waited to see if she was going to pick up the bait.

She pulled her arms away from him and hid them behind her back so he couldn't grab them again. Her tears started to fade but the grumpiness was still in full blast. "I SAID NO!"

And that set off his temper like holding a match to a firecracker. "Then you're getting a time out. Go stand in the corner."

The words "Time Out" brought on another slew of tears that had been at bay. "Noooo, please, Uncle Deeee," she pleaded through tears and hiccups. She was overly tired and it continued to present itself with grumpiness and waterworks.

Dean couldn't stand to see her this upset, but he knew this attitude wouldn't fly. He caved like a cheap box, but had to set a boundary. "Then you need to straighten up and do what I tell you. You disobey me again, you're going straight to time out. You hear me?"

She stared at him in shock, surprised that her tears and pleading actually worked on him. That was the last thing she thought would happen. She sniffled. "Okay. Can we play now?" Her tears started to fade like magic.

Completely oblivious to the fact that he'd just handed Emily the keys to the kingdom, he looked at his watch quickly. He was torn between putting her to bed like Sam told him to and being the cool uncle that he wanted to be. "Look. We play for five minutes. After that five minutes is up, you are going straight to bed, no questions asked. Kapeesh?"

"Can it be longer please?" she tried.

"No dice. Either five minutes of play time or bed right now. Your pick," he gave the ultimatum.

Her brow furrowed as if she was thinking over an intense deal. She looked at her dollhouse over in the corner of her room and then back at Dean. "Okay. But you gots to play dollhouse with me."