Fighting Through It All [Dean Winchester fanfic] #Wattys2015

Chapter Twenty Three

"Come on, mommy! Auntie Lily and Auntie Lena are getting ahead!"

The little girl, with light blonde hair like me and emerald green eyes like her father calls for me, beckoning me with her small hands. I laugh, readjusting the book bag on my shoulders, and start running ahead. I catch up with her, my smile wide and my nose crinkled. I turn around to start running backwards, looking at the four men and one other girl that are far behind, just moving at a slow stroll.
"Come on slow pokes, we're gonna miss it!" I call out, and they all laugh. Sam wraps his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders, Rhea, and they begin jogging to catch up with us. Sammy turns around, looking at his brother.
"I always was faster than you Dean," He calls out, and his older brother rolls his green eyes.
"Yeah right!" He calls out, and barrels forward.

I turn around as he passes me, laughing as he scoops up our daughter, Emmaline. He carries her bridal style, racing Sam and Rhea to get to the bonfire first. Mark and Daniel jog to keep up as well, and soon enough, we're all gathered at the beach, a large bonfire going and other people down more towards the shore. Myra Hope runs up to me, her brown hair in a French braid down the back of her head, wearing a little baby blue sundress to match Emmaline's.
"Auntie Mai, can I have some marshmallows and the roaster sticks please?" She asks, batting her hazel eyes that are a mirror image of her mother's. I smile at her, nodding and slipping my book bag off of my back, kneeling down. I unzip everything, handing her a bag of marshmallows and three roaster sticks.
"Make sure you give one to Emmie and Jack, alright?" I say, giving her a pointed nod. She nods, smiling a toothy smile.
"Alright! Thank you auntie!" She exclaims, and starts running off. I call after her to tell her to slow down, and she slows down to a brisk walk. Jackson, Elena's and Daniel's son, and Emmaline run over to her. They go up to Uncle Sam, asking for help with the marshmallow roasting. I laugh when I see him kneel down, Jackson climbing up onto his shoulders, and how he somehow manages to hold one girl in each arm without getting himself stabbed by the marshmallow roasters, walking to the fire and letting them all down.

An arm snakes over my shoulder, and I lean my head on the person's shoulder, smelling in the car grease and cologne. He plants a kiss on the top of my head, both of us releasing a long sigh. Rhea, Elena, and Lily are all setting up chairs around the campfire, Elena with a baby seat hanging from her arm, her 9 month old daughter Thea sitting inside, most likely asleep. Mine and Dean's golden retriever, Marly based off of Emmaline's request, comes over to us, already wet from going on a swim. I laugh, shaking my head at her, petting her head. She picks up a random stick and looks at Dean, and he gives in, grabbing the stick and running down to the water with her. She bounces and barks, waiting in anticipation for Dean to throw it. When he does, she gets a running start, and then jumps into the water. She gets the stick, despite the dark lighting, and brings it back.

I cross my arms over my chest, and go to crouch next to Emmaline, watching as she toasts the marshmallow.
"First, you've gotta burn it," She tells me, shooting me a smile. I nod, wearing a serious face. She turns back to the marshmallow just as it turns black and catches aflame. She helps and swings it towards me, nearly hitting me in the face. I lean back, eyeing the burning marshmallow right in front of my face.
"Blow it out! Blow it out!" She exclaims looking at the marshmallow it's a half scared look.
"Emmie, don't swing your stick around. Especially when it has a burning marshmallow on the end," I hear Dean say sternly from behind me. Emmie hangs her head, and I blow out the flame.
"Okay, what's next?" I smile, and she snaps her head up, eyes bright again. Dean crouches beside me, rubbing my shoulder.
"Okay, so then, you have to take off the burnt," She says, pulling it off. She hands it to Dean, since he's the only one out of the three of us that likes it, he takes it from her and pops it in his mouth, smiling without teeth. I gag at him, causing him to smile sarcastically at me.
"And then?" I ask, turning back to her, and she puts the marshmallow back on the fire.
"And then, you have to put it back in the fire, until it turns golden," She instructs, her voice very firm. I nod. When the marshmallow is done, she hands the stick to me. "Try it!"