The Runt of the Litter

Maybe Love Is Like That

Note: hey babes

it's been a, uh... a hard week. but here we are. we made it to saturday! 

thanks for the love as always. you guys keep me going <3

hopefully i was right in assuming y'all would be craving some little anna content by now. @voidpottah (who i adore) requested this one a while ago anyway. 

so here anna is at two <3 

Maybe Love Is Like That

"Don't do it," Sam said and brushed his thin, floppy hair out of his eyes.

Anna was officially running. No longer waddling around on unsteady baby legs, she was a force to be reckoned with. She never seemed to tire of running in circles around the room. She loved to make her brothers chase her, and she knew that a good way to get them running after her was to get into trouble.

So, Sam found himself giving a toddler his full force puppy dog eyes, asking her desperately, "Don't touch the outlet, Anna. Don't touch it."

Dean snorted across from him, his feet propped on the table, a newspaper open in his hands, and the back legs of his chair at a sixty degree angle with the floor. He swung his feet down and let the front legs of his chair hit the carpeted floor with a hushed thud. "I got her," he told his brother and ruffled Sam's hair on the way past him.

"Dean, quit doing that," Sam said irritably and ran his fingers through his hair in an effort to fix it. He wasn't twelve years old anymore, for pete's sake.

Dean just smirked over his shoulder at Sam before focusing his attention on Anna.

She was no longer reaching for the lamp cord or the outlet it connected to. She was just bouncing her knees, excitedly doing baby squats as she grinned widely at Dean, displaying all her teeth.

"Come here, Rugrat," he teased her, crouching to her level. He stretched his arms out to welcome her. But she made a happy squealing sound and darted around him. She very nearly made it away. But Dean caught her around the waist with one hand and hauled her back toward him.

She landed against his chest as he lost his balance and fell back on the floor.

Anna giggled loudly, her mouth right next to his ear.

"She's drooling on you," Sam said, watching a string of drool connect Anna's bottom lip to Dean's henley.

"Aw, Anna, that's disgusting," Dean said and pulled his head away from hers. He could handle drool on his shirt, but he didn't want it in his ear.

Anna bounced upward, her hands on his chest, and leaned over his face. She was still drooling, but she didn't seem to even notice.

Dean had a wonderful view of her chubby chin and the toothy grin above it... and the string of saliva making its way quickly toward his face. He picked his sister up and tossed her in the air, hoping the drool would fly off somewhere– maybe even hit Sam, that would be hilarious– but instead it detached from her face and landed on his nose, narrowly missing his eye.

Sam immediately started laughing above and behind him. "Nice work, Dean."

"Shut up," Dean said as he held onto Anna with one hand and wiped his face with his other sleeve.

"Do again!" Anna requested and tugged on Dean's collar. "Do again! Go up high!"

"I think we're done with that game, Sweetheart." Dean gently lifted his sister off his stomach and set her on the floor.

"P'ay tase!" Anna said and bolted for the table where Sam sat.

"I don't want to chase you right now, An- Oh fuck!" Dean went from slowly dragging himself upward to leaping to his feet when Anna reached for the stove in the kitchenette.