Dean rocked Bentley, humming "Hey Jude" to her, it seemed to calm her down when she cried. Every window was salted, under every carpet there was a demon trap. Every trap was painted, carved, and drawn on everything in Bentley's room. Her favorite stuffed teddy sang an exorcism. Dean went out of his way just to make sure his kid was safe, shotgun under the mattress and rock salt in the sock drawer.
Instead of a teething wring, Dean used whiskey. Pie was a daily treat, why wouldn't it be?
"Out like a light." Dean layer Bentley down in her crib, putting Cas' trench coat on her. It was cas' gift to Bentley.
"So, I found a case." Sam said slow.
Dean shook his head, "I'm not hunting." Dean refused the hunt.
Sam sighed, shutting the laptop.
"Eventually she'll find out our history, Dean." Sam walked away, leaving Dean to think. He was right, one day Bentley would find out about their life style.
"crawl." Cast demanded placing Bentley on the hard wood flooring.
He tilted his head when she didn't obey, "walk." He demanded a different demand this time.
"Cas, she's not a dog." Sam rolled his eyes, watching Cas attempt to make Bentley walk and crawl.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Dean snorted, laughing at Sam's obsession for dogs.
Sam shot Dean a bitch look, shutting his laptop he sipped his beer. "Yeah but really Cas, Bentley ain't a dog." Dean stated, standing next to the Angel.
"I suppose you're correct." Cas simply implied.
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Dean's Little Girl
Fanfiction(Hey guys! So this is the same book but fixed A LOT, from "Dean's Little Girl" Kinda like a remix? Idek. But this is the same thing, fixed up a bit and everything because the other one SUCKS MAJOR ASS. Besides this one will have smut, and more shit...
