The Runt of the Litter

What Were the Things You Wanted for Yourself

Note: hey my lovely people <3

im insanely depressed and i need serotonin lol so i'm posting another chapter

the title for this one comes from the song "Heat of the Moment" by Asia. So I think you can guess what episode this chapter is based on 😉

I had a lot of requests for this one, and it took me ages to actually write it. But hopefully it was worth the wait!

Anna is nine in this one.

What Were the Things You Wanted for Yourself

Anna pulled her toothbrush out of her mouth. "Sammy's still not up?" she called irritably. She was absolutely starving.

Dean poked his head into the bathroom. "Just about to wake him," he promised with a conspiratorial wink.

Anna grinned at him and rinsed her toothbrush even though she hadn't actually brushed all of her teeth. "Let's dump water on his face!" she suggested, toothpaste and saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Dean made a face at her and moved into the other room where he turned up the music. "Rise and shine, Sammy!"

Heat of the moment

Sam sat straight up in bed just as Anna stepped out of the bathroom.

Telling you what your heart is

"Dude," Sam said, annoyed. "Asia?"

"You love this song and you know it," Dean goaded.

"Yeah, and if I ever hear it again, I'm gonna kill myself," Sam retorted. Anna was guessing that meant that Sam did not actually like the song.

She struck a pose, putting both hands under chin and smiling wide. When Dean tweaked her nose and made a clicking sound with his tongue, she dropped her arms. "I hate brushing my teeth."

"That's why I make you do it," Dean said dryly. "I live to torture you, Rugrat."

Anna pursed her lips. That was not nearly as funny as Dean seemed to think it was.

She danced along to the music– swinging her arms and swaying her head from side to side– as she moved over toward Sam's bed. "Heat of the moment," she sang and planted her hands against the side of Sam's mattress. She looked him in the eyes and sang loudly and off-key, "Shone in your eeeeeyyyyes."

"Anna," Sam said tiredly. "Sing to Dean, please."

Anna shrugged. "Okay." To the beat of the song still playing on the radio, Anna sang, "Dean, it's time for breakfast. Dean, I am hungry." All the while, she danced toward the bathroom door. She repeated those same two improvised lines on repeat, getting more and more into it. Just as she got to the bathroom, Dean lurched out into the main room and grabbed her sides, tickling her relentlessly. Anna squealed and wriggled until she managed to get out of his grip.

"Alright, Sam, I guess we gotta either feed this kid, or bring her back to the Costco we got her from."

"Deeann!"

Sam threw the covers off himself and stood up.

"You shoulda let me throw water at him," Anna said. "He woulda got up faster."

Dean tickled her again.

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Anna skipped around the legs of a thin old man as they stepped into the diner. It was small but not too small, and it smelled like every diner ever– coffee, grease, and pancakes.