The Runt of the Litter

I Ain't Sayin' Merry Christmas to a Frog

Note: Merry Christmas! I'm just kidding... mostly. I did write a Christmas chapter in May...

But @naghoster asked me to! And they're just so awesome, I couldn't say no. So I hope you like it, love <3

Anna is seven.

I Ain't Sayin' Merry Christmas to a Frog

In her school bus yellow overalls, Anna raced down the stairs, ignoring the way they groaned into the bottoms of her bare feet. "Uncle Bobbyyyy," she called as she ran. "They're baaack!"

The seven year old had an enormous grin on her face, her cheeks full of color and spattered in freckles. Her curly blonde hair flounced against her back as she ran. Finally, in a chaotic rhythm of steps and bounces, she stopped in front of the screen door just in time for it to swing open and reveal two tall men.

"My boys," she said and threw her arms open wide.

They both laughed at her, and Dean accepted her invitation to pick her up. He planted several quick kisses against her cheek, bending forward until the ends of her curly hair nearly touched the floor. Anna squealed and giggled, finally pressing her small palms against her brother's jaw to shove him away.

As soon as Dean set her down, though, she jumped at Sam, who just squeezed her tightly and gave her a big, wet kiss on the temple. "We missed you, Ladybug," he said with an affectionate smile.

"Halloween too?" Anna asked and pointed with both hands at the little stuffed frog. He was stuffed, as per usual, into the front pocket of her overalls.

"Of course Halloween too," Dean said with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Who wouldn't miss that frog?" He crouched to Anna's level and ruffled her hair, then pulled her in for one more hug and kiss. "What'd you do with Uncle Bobby while we were gone, Rugrat?"

Anna immediately spouted off a long list of activities including baking cookies, fixing cars, riding her bike around the salvage yard, and more.

"Alright, alright," Bobby finally spoke over her from behind. "Let's give the boys a little room to breathe, Anna." He gestured for Sam and Dean to come out of the entryway and into the living room. "You two want coffee, or beer?"

"Coffee," Sam and Dean said at the same time.

Anna giggled at them. She always thought it was so funny when that happened. "Christmas coffee!" She chirped suddenly. "Cause it's Christmas Eve!"

"No better kind," Sam agreed with her and set a gentle hand on her head as Anna bounced on her heels. "Did you have lunch already?"

"No, we was waitin' for you guys," Anna replied. "Bobby made a whole bunch of chili. He said it's your favorite!"

"Think there were some signals crossed there," Dean mumbled.

Anna giggled again and leaned away from Sam's hand to make sure Bobby was safely out of hearing distance. "That's mean," she then told Dean with a big smile on her face.

"Then why are you laughing," Dean asked and tickled her sides.

"I'm not," Anna squealed and tried to fend off his wriggling fingers against her ribs. She lost the battle and wound up on her back on the floor, laughing so hard that her face went red. Finally, Dean quit tickling and scooped her up to throw her over his shoulder. "Hey," Anna said indignantly, but her tone made it clear that she was loving the attention.

"Did you hear something, Sammy?" Dean asked, feigning ignorance. "I swear I heard something."

"I didn't hear anything," Sam played along with an innocent expression. "Here, turn around, maybe there's something behind you."