The Runt of the Litter

The Gummy Bear Girl

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I've gotten about a million requests for more little Anna lol, so here's one of those chapters for you!

In this one, Anna is three years old.

The Gummy Bear Girl

Anna skipped in circles around the parked Impala, Halloween swinging back and forth in one of her hands. Dean had the hood open, his flannel strewn on the roof of the car, and he was surveying for damage.

"Did you figure it out?" Anna asked, blinking innocently up at him. She stuffed Halloween into the front chest pocket of her overalls until just his yellow-spotted head was poking out. Her pocket wasn't really big enough, and it looked ridiculous, but she didn't care or even notice.

She stepped right up beside her brother and mimicked his stance, her hands on her hips just like his and her expression similarly serious.

"I think it's got something to do with the battery," Dean murmured absently.

Anna nodded along, her eyebrows drawn together and down. "D'ou need'a change it?" she asked him and pressed her lips together in thought.

Dean finally actually looked down at her. "It's a little more complicated than that, Sweetheart."

"Oh," Anna said, discouraged. "How's you gon' fiss it then?" she asked, lisping on each s.

Dean let out a long, slow breath. "Good question," he said and bobbed his eyebrows. "I think it's gonna be a little while," he told her apologetically. He spent another minute standing there, his expression twisted thoughtfully as he stared at something under the hood that Anna couldn't see. "Alright, come here," he said and picked her up to swing her onto his hip. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, flipped it open, and groaned.

"Wha's wrong?"

"No service," Dean said with false cheer. He sighed and closed the trunk. He gave a longing look to his Baby and then, Anna still on his hip, started back down the road the way they'd come.

"We, Anklebiter, are walkin' back to that fill up station we passed so I can see about gettin' a tow."

She was pretty sure her brother already had plenty of toes, but she wasn't going to argue. "Okay," Anna said agreeably.

She was quiet and content to let him carry her for all of two minutes, and then she was wriggling and complaining and asking him to put her down. She held his hand like he told her to and was content to walk down the road beside him for another two minutes. Then she was bored again.

She let go of his hand to go examine a cluster of flowers that were growing in the ditch. Dean caught her hand again before she took more than a few steps, but he loosened his grip when he saw what she was after. "Anna, what are you doin'?" he asked half-patiently.

"Der's pitty fowers!"

"I see the flowers, Rugrat. But we need to go, so I can get back to my car before some douchebag comes along and gets himself killed layin' a finger on her."

Anna was slightly irritated that she couldn't spend more time playing with the flowers on the side of the road, but she figured there would be more cool stuff to see on their walk. So she let her brother lead her away.