The Runt of the Litter

Unforeseen Changes

Note: Hey babes <3 

This chapter was requested by a reader on another site who wanted to see Anna getting her first bra (with Dean, of course). 

She's eleven in this one.

Unforeseen Changes

Anna kicked her shoes off, ignoring the way they landed smack in the middle of the entryway to the kitchen. "Sammy!" she hollered at the top of her lungs and walked rhythmically across the wooden floor in her socks. "Food's here! Hurry up before Dean eats it all!"

"Anna, it's not a big apartment," Sam said as he stepped out of the master bedroom. Well, it wasn't much of a master bedroom. It just had a slightly bigger bed in it than the other room. "You don't have to shout."

Anna shrugged. "I don't mind." She turned around and skipped to the kitchen, very nearly falling on her butt when her socks made her slide along the floor. "Jeez. Apartments are dangerous compared to motels." She was so used to dirty carpet masking rotting floors that the smoothly finished wood was catching her off guard.

"I think you got that backwards, Sweetheart," Dean corrected her. He pulled styrofoam containers out of a paper bag to place them on the table. "Come get your chicken. It smells a little too good- I might steal it from you."

"No, you won't!" Anna said indignantly. She raced over to the table and knelt on the nearest chair.

Dean snorted at her and put a plate in front of her. "Might's well pretend it's homemade, right?"

Anna didn't care one way or the other. She watched him dump her dinner out of a takeout container and onto a dish and had to wonder what the point was. "I guess so."

"Dammit," Sam said behind them.

When she swiveled in her chair, hands clutching the wooden back, Anna wrinkled her nose. "Sorry," she said upon seeing what Sam had tripped on: her sneakers.

Sam waved her off and picked the shoes up. He tossed them aside, but the move wasn't careless. "What are we having?"

"Chinese," Anna said at the same time as their older brother.

Sam actually looked excited at the prospect as he sat down in the chair beside Anna's. "Sit down," he told her and patted her knee.

Anna made an annoyed sound but got off her knees and plopped her butt down. She slid her plate closer to herself and picked up a piece of General Tso's chicken with her fingers.

"Anna, that's disgusting," Sam scolded.

Anna looked innocently up at him, eyes tracking from Sam over to Dean. Dean, who was holding a piece of orange chicken between his fingers, in the process of putting it in his mouth.

"What?" he said around a mouthful of half-chewed food.

Sam looked at Dean with a face that said, Seriously?

"Where's my fortune?" Anna asked when she'd finished her first piece of chicken.

"Eat your meal first," Dean ordered.

"I just wanna read it!"

"You can read it when you finish your chicken."

"Come on!"

Dean didn't even dignify that with a response.

Anna pouted but picked up another piece of chicken with her fingers. It was sticky, and she understood why Sam thought it was gross that she wasn't using a fork. But she still sighed when he handed her a disposable fork wrapped in plastic. She didn't bother wiping her fingers on a napkin before she started trying to unwrap the fork. But her sticky fingers made it difficult.