You were just finishing up doing the dishes when Mary ran in the kitchen. Her smile was wide when she came up and wrapped her arms around your legs. You couldn't believe that she was six years old. It seemed like just yesterday she was two and asking you to buy her the stuffed animal she saw at the mall the other day.
She was growing and fast. She was now in school everyday, she loved learning. Her teacher said she loved english, and that she was brilliant at math. She took after you, but she looked like her father in more ways than one. Everyday, you swore there were a few more freckles than before, just peppered over her nose and slightly over her cheeks. She had gorgeous dirty blonde hair. She often asked you to braid it for her. Her eyes were exactly the same as his. A beautiful colour of green, almost breathtaking even. She reminded you of him in so many ways.
He was the love of your life. Dean Winchester was everything and so much more. He always tried to make everything work, even with his busy life. He would always make sure to come back to see you, and to see his little girl. She was never in the plan for you two, with him being a hunter and all. But he told you that he regrets nothing.
"What's going on sweetie?" you asked her.
"I miss daddy. When is he coming home?" she questioned you, her sad green eyes meeting yours.
"I'm not sure. I know he misses you and he loves you. He'll be back soon to see you," you assured her.
"Promise?"
"I promise sweetie," you smiled as you kissed her forehead. "Let's get you ready for your bath."
She ran down the hall to her room, you following behind her. She grabbed her towel, clean pajamas, which just happened to be a small ACDC t-shirt that Dean bought her, it was swimming on her, and he pajama pants along with her hairbrush.
"Mommy, can you put bubble bath in the bath?" she begged, giving you adorable puppy dog eyes.
"What's the magic word?" you teased.
"Pleeeeeeease!"
"Absolutely," you smiled as she cheered. You prepared her bath for her, making sure the water was warm enough for her and that there were enough bubbles for her liking.
You washed over her tiny body. Laughter erupted around the room when you got to her ticklish spots. You couldn't help but watch her. She was always so happy and it warmed your heart. You worried when she came back from school in tears because all of her friends dad's were home all the time and hers wasn't. She got to see Dean at least one weekend every month, but he would try to be there more than that. It had been almost two months since you'd seen him. You knew he was trying.
"Mommy, do you love daddy?" she asked curiously as she played with the bubbles.
"Yes of course I love your daddy. I love him very much," you told her.
"Then why can't he be home more often? Hannah says her daddy lives in a different house because her mommy doesn't love him. She doesn't want him living there. Is that what happened between you and daddy?"
"No of course not sweetie. Daddy works a lot, he travels around the country helping people. If daddy didn't do that, then he would live here," you explained to her.
"Is daddy a superhero?"
"Yes he is. Now let's get out of the bath before you turn into a raisin," you told her and she giggled.
You dried her off and helped her into her pajamas. The weather was changing, it was dark outside when it was only seven o'clock at night. She slipped on her slippers and ran out of the bathroom. You heard a knock on the front door.
"Mommy, can I get the door?" she asked you.
"Yes, but be careful. If you don't know them, just close the door," you told her and she nodded her head in agreement.
You headed to the laundry room to drop off her towel quickly before heading down to see who was at the door.
DEAN'S POV
I finally told Sam about her and Mary. I've been keep him in the dark about it, not wanting to put them in danger by it, but I was so tired of keeping this secret. It wasn't fair to Sam and it wasn't fair to my girls.
I decided to take Sam to meet his niece and Y/N. We were in town and I hadn't seen either of them in almost two months. Sure I talked to Mary on the phone when I could and I would text Y/N often, but it wasn't the same as being with them.
"Do they know about me, Dean?" Sam asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Yes, they know all about you. I met Y/N three days after you left," I assured him. "When Mary got a little older, she asked me if I had any brothers or sisters. I told her about you. She was about three, so when she would say Uncle Sammy, she'd had trouble saying words with the letter 'L' so she'd call you Unca Sammy. It was the cutest little thing. I've shown her pictures of you too."
"So does she know we're coming?"
"Nope, I'm going to surprise her," I smiled.
I pulled up in front of her house, a few lights were on, indicating that she was home. I couldn't wait to see them, I couldn't wait to ask her to move into the bunker. Sam and I got out and walked to the door. I knocked a couple of times, waiting to see whose face I would see first.
The door opened slowly, only enough to see a little bit before it opened widely. Mary was standing there, smiling widely as she saw me. She ran into my arms.
"Daddy!" she screamed, "I missed you!"
"I missed you too gorgeous, so much," I said as I squeezed her tightly. I carried her into the house, Sam closing the door behind us. "Sam, I'd like you to meet my daughter Mary, Mary this is Uncle Sammy."
"Hi," she said shyly. She was a little nervous, Sam was at least four feet taller than her. Sam had a look of amazement on his face. It warmed my heart.
"Hi there," he started, kneeling down to her level. "It's nice to meet you."
She was still a little unsure. Sam opened his arms, inviting her into them. She smiled and placed her arms around his neck. I was taken out of my thoughts by a familiar voice.
"Mary, sweetie who was at the do-" her words cut off as her eyes met mine. She looked as though she would break in any moment. God I missed her so much. She ran and jumped into my arms. I squeezed her tightly to me, relishing in all of her, the scent of her shampoo, the faint smell of the perfume she always wears. She wrapped her legs around me, clinging to me so tightly. She pulled away slightly and crashed her lips to mine.
"Eww," Mary said, causing us to break the kiss.
"I've missed you so much," she said, as I wiped a stray tear away from her cheek.
"I missed you too, sweetheart. I thought I'd surprise you. I brought someone along with me," I motioned to Sam.
"You must be Sam," she smiled as she walked over to hug him. "I've heard so much about you. It's great to finally meet you."
"Yeah you too." he smiled.
"I'll let you two get to know each other. Mary, it's time for bed. I'm going to put you to bed tonight," I said, picking Mary up and carrying her down the hall.
Her room was almost exactly the same as before. She had a few new drawings on her wall, and a new stuffed animal on her bed, but it was still the same.
"Daddy, can you brush my hair before I go to bed?" she asked me as she held her brush in her hand.
"Of course, sweetie," I smiled as I took the brush from her small hand. She sat on the bed ready for me to begin. She had beautiful hair, it had grown quite a bit since the last time I had seen it. I carefully brushed through, being extra cautious with her ends. They were still a little wet, probably from her bath.
"Thank you daddy," she yawned. "I love you."
"I love you too baby girl," I said as I tucked her into bed, "I'll see you in the morning beautiful." I placed a kiss on her forehead, then her nose before turning the light out and closing the door slightly.
READER'S POV
"So you went to Stanford?" you questioned as you handed him a beer.
"Yeah, I was going to go to law school until Dean came and told me dad was missing. How long have you two been together?" he inquired.
"Almost eight years. We were together for two before I found out I was pregnant with Mary. We were both so young and terrified, but he was there for me throughout the whole thing. He's been great with me, and with Mary," you explained to him.
"I can tell you, I haven't seen my brother this happy, ever. I mean I just found out about you and her, but when he talks about you two, his face lights up," Sam told you.
"I'm glad to hear that. I get a little worried sometimes. I know with what you do, there is a chance that it might be the last time I'll ever see him. He's been such a great father to her, and an amazing guy to me. I couldn't ask him for anything more," you explained.
"He's always wanted a family, even if he's never actually admitted it. I'm glad you could give that to him. Did you ever meet our dad?" he asked.
"Yeah, he came by a few times when Mary was little, she probably doesn't remember. He came by to see how Dean was doing. I don't really think he approved of me, considering Dean was out of the life because of me, but he came around. He spent Christmases and Dean's birthday with us. He came by not long after Mary was born. He never approved of it, but I think a part of him was happy that Dean had something to call home."
"Do you ever think about what your life would be like if you didn't get pregnant?" he inquired.
"I used to, when Dean left to go find you, I thought if I didn't have her then I would have gone with him. I don't much now, sure I wish I could wake up every morning and kiss him, but that's not in the plans. I'll take what I can get," you smiled.
"He wants that too, believe me."
"Hey guys, what did I miss?" Dean walked through the hall into the room.
"Nothing. Just talking about you," you grinned.
"All good I hope?"
You had spent a couple of hours catching up with the two of them. Turns out they had a hunt nearby and he decided to surprise you. He has his arm around you all night, and he placed several kisses to your forehead throughout the evening. It felt great to have him back.
You showed Sam to the spare bedroom while Dean showered, and got ready for bed. You made sure Sam had towels and sheets. You threw a couple of blankets in too, knowing your house got quite cold at night.
You quickly changed out of your clothes and threw on one of Dean's old shirts and pajama pants before climbing into your bed, awaiting Dean to come out of the bathroom. He emerged from the bathroom, his chest still wet from his shower and his pajama pants hanging low on his hips. You couldn't help but glance over his body.
"You like what you see?" he smirked.
"Definitely," you winked, "get your sexy ass over here, Winchester."
"Yes ma'am."
In three steps he was over at the bed, climbing in next to you. His lips were on yours instantly, your heart skipping a beat as he deepened the kiss. His fingers trailed underneath the material of your shirt, the warmth running over your skin. You smiled into his kiss before he pulled away.
"I've been waiting so long to do that," he admitted.
"Too long. I've missed you so much, Dean," you told him.
"I've missed you too, beautiful," he smiled. "I thought about you everyday."
He leaned in to kiss you once more, his body weight settling on top of you as he slowly kissed your lips. You brought your hand up to his cheek, your thumb rubbing over his stubble. You couldn't help but relish in the feeling of having him there; of having him hold you just the way you like it. God knows how you've missed him, but you weren't about the be selfish and as more of him; of asking him to stay.
"Mommy, Daddy. Are you awake?" a tiny voice broke the comfortable silence.
"Yes, baby girl. What's going on?" Dean asked her as he moved off of you.
"I had a nightmare," she sniffled. You saw his face change when he heard her words, as if his heart just broke.
"Come here, Mary. Mommy and I will protect you," he told her. Her feet padded their way over to the bed, she climbed up and sat in between the two of us. Dean picked her up and sat her on his lap, holding her tightly while you held her hand.
"Do you want to talk about your nightmare?" you asked. She leaned into Dean as she nodded her head.
"There was a monster out to get you and Daddy. He said that he wanted to hurt Daddy so that he could never see you or me ever again. Then he was going to come after you and Uncle Sammy," she explained. Dean pulled her tightly to him. Gently rocking her back and forth, trying to calm her down. He placed sweet kisses to her hair as you wiped away her tears.
"Don't you worry, Mary. Nothing is going to take me away from you. I promise," he assured her.
"But the bad guys always go after superheros. Mommy told me you were a superhero. What if they get you?" she questioned.
"They won't," he smiled. "I'm too fast for them."
"Promise?"
"I promise. Now let's get you tucked in. I'll protect you from the monsters," he smiled. He put her under the covers and placed a kiss to her forehead. You curled up next to her as Dean turned out the light.
"Daddy," she whispered.
"Yeah, baby girl?"
"Do you love Mommy?" she asked him. You were slightly panicking, not knowing exactly what he would say.
"Of course I love Mommy. You're Mom is amazing," he muttered to her.
"Then why don't you tell her everyday? Hannah said her daddy stopped telling her mommy and now he's not allowed to live there. Is that going to happen?"
"That won't ever happen. Daddy just hasn't found the right way to tell her that he loves her yet. What do you suggest?" he mumbled.
"Tell her she's pretty, Mommy always smiles when you tell her she is. Then say 'I love you' and kiss her. She said that when you kiss her you take her breath away," she recommended.
"Sounds good. Could you see if she's awake?"
"Mommy, wake up. Daddy needs you!" she shook your body. You looked at her, as if surprised.
"Okay sweetie," you yawned. She moved out of the way, climbed towards the end of the bed. Dean moved closer to you, his calloused hand cupping your face.
"Y/N, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, except for Mary and even then, she looks like you. I'm so sorry I haven't said this to you sooner, but do know, I mean it. I love you so much, and I don't ever want to picture my life without you," he confessed.
"I love you too, Dean." His lips brushed over yours sweetly as he pulled you into his chest.
"Mary, is it okay if I cuddle with Mom tonight?" he asked her kindly.
"Can we both cuddle with Mommy?"
"Absolutely."
Dean lay on his back allowing you to rest your head on his chest and wrap your arm around his waist. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into him. Mary climbed into the bed and rested her head on your back, wrapping her arm around your waist. You had never felt so loved in your life.
You woke up to find yourself warmer than usual, then you remember the events of last night. Dean had come to visit last night, taking both you and Mary by surprise. You were lying on his chest, you could hear his steady heartbeat beneath you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. Then you remembered, he told you he loved you last night, for the first time.
"Mommy, are you awake," your daughter whispered, breaking you from your thoughts.
"Yes, sweetie. Is everything okay?" you asked her. You didn't want to leave the comfort of Dean's chest, but you needed to turn to face her. She sat up next to you, her hair sticking up in many places.
"I'm hungry," she said as she rubbed her stomach. You laughed at her actions before sitting up.
"Me too. How about we wake daddy up with kisses and make him make us breakfast," you suggested. Her face lit up and she smiled widely, agreeing on the plan. She climbed over your legs and carefully over Dean's so she was on the other side of him. "Ready?"
You and Mary began to place kisses to Dean's face, causing him to stir. He brushed it off at first, which was strange for him being a hunter and all. You continued to pepper his face, not missing a single spot.
"Daddy, wake up," she whispered in his ear. He opened his eyes slightly, groaning at the thought of waking up.
"Looks like we're going to have to tickle him to wake him up," you smiled at her. She nodded her head, liking the idea. Her tiny fingers began to tickle at his sides, causing him to flinch uncontrollably. You burst out in laughter as he moved, his laugh was like music to your ears, something you would never get tired of hearing.
"Okay, stop! I'm awake now," he breathed out.
"Daddy, Mommy and I are hungry. Will you make us breakfast?" she asked, using her best puppy dog eyes, ones that neither of you could resist.
"I guess I could do that for my two favourite girls," he smiled as he covered his eyes with his arm. "What are we feeling today? Pancakes and bacon, or waffles with chocolate chips?"
"Waffles," you and her said at the same time.
"Alright, let's go," he grinned, getting up from the bed. Mary jumped off the bed and ran down the hall before you could say another word. Dean's waffles were her favourite, and no matter how hard you tried, you could never make them as good as his. You slipped on his flannel shirt while he threw some pajama pants on and a white fitted t-shirt. You couldn't help but glance over him.
"Like what you see?" he smirked.
"You have no idea," you winked. He chuckled before closing the space between you and him, crashing his lips to yours, sending the butterflies soaring in your stomach. Mary wasn't kidding last night when she told him that every time he kissed you it took your breath away.
"God, I love you," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you.
"I love you more, Dean Winchester," you smiled.
"Not possible," he said as he scooped you up in his arms and carried you into the kitchen.
Mary was sitting on the couch with Sam, showing him a photo album. He was mesmerized by the photos. Most of them were of her when she was three or four years old. There were quite a few of her and Dean in there and a few of you and her. There was even the odd one of the two of you. Mary loved that photo album. She looked at it often when she missed Dean which was quite often.
"Do you and Daddy have any pictures?" Mary asked Sam.
"Yeah, we have a few, but not as many as you. I'll show you them sometime," he smiled.
Dean started making his famous waffles. You watched as he mixed everything up in the bowl, adding the perfect amount like he has down a hundred times before. He smiled at you as he poured the mix into the waffle iron, and left it to cook. He made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around you.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" he said lowly.
"Oh really? I've only been told once or twice by this attractive guy. Turns out my daughter looks just like him," you raised your eyebrow.
"Stupid Johnny Depp," he joked, causing you to smile.
"Daddy, how long are you here for?" Mary asked. The dreaded question you're not sure you want the answer to. "Forever?"
"We'll talk about it later, sweetie," he smiled as he placed a waffle on her plate and handed it to her, "Don't worry, I'm not leaving any time soon." Relief washed through your body. He looked over at you to see you smiling, you leaned up and kissed him hard. He smiled into the kiss before pulling away.
"Awesome! Mommy did you hear that!" she yelled in excitement.
"I did!" you replied.
"We're always really sad when you leave, Daddy. Mommy cried the last time for a whole day," she told him. You could feel your face turning red at her confession. Dean was never supposed to know that. Hell, you didn't know Mary knew that.
"There will be no tears while I'm around. Unless they are happy tears!" he demanded.
----DEAN'S POV----
Mary seemed to enjoy her waffles as did Y/N. God knows what they had for breakfast when I wasn't there. Y/N was an amazing cook, but she doesn't wake up until she's had at least 3 cups of coffee. It's kind of cute.
Being here with the both of them, even Sam, is better than I could have ever imagined. I missed them while I was on the road, but it wasn't until I came back that I realized how much. I'm missing big parts of both of their lives. I'm not there when Mary comes home from school everyday, and I'm barely there for her weekends off. I miss school events and days where she comes home with an A on her tests. I'm not even there for Y/N. She sleeps alone every night, wishing that I was there just like I wish she was with me. I'm not there when she has a bad day at work and she needs comforting. She has to go to parent teacher interviews alone, she's had to raise Mary mostly herself. I don't like knowing that she's cried because of me, I don't like knowing that my daughter knows that her mom has cried because of me. Something has to change.
"Y/N, would it be okay if I took Mary out today?" I asked her as I kissed her cheek.
"Yeah, she'd love to spend some time with you. Just don't give her too much junk food, and she's not getting a tattoo," she warned me, I knew she was joking around about the last part. She was adorable when she tried to be serious about something.
"You know I won't do that," I assured her. "Hey, Mary. Mom said yes to the piercings!" I yelled, earning myself a slap on the arm.
"Mommy said I'm not allowed piercings until you get one," she said, her expression was serious. What the hell did they talk about when I wasn't home?
"We're going to spend the day together, how does that sound?" I smiled as I picked her up.
"Awesome!" she shouted, "are we driving in your car?"
"Of course we are!" I told her.
"Can I pick the music? I want to listen to the tiger song." she giggled.
"Tiger song it is."
Mary sat shotgun in the impala, I was able to get her car seat in no problem. I had "Eye of the Tiger playing loudly as she and I sang to it. It was her favourite song and she demanded I play it every time we go out together. She said it was our song. She told me one day that I reminded her of a tiger, because I was strong like one.
"Where are we going, Daddy?" she asked me.
"Well, I need your help with something. And I need to talk to you about something really important," I told her, she smiled softly.
"Are you leaving again?" she questioned, I could sense the sadness in her voice.
"Not anytime soon," I assured her, "How would you feel if you and mom came with me, and moved in with Uncle Sammy?"
"Is it far away?"
"Yes, it is far away and you'll have to go to a new school," I told her."
"But I would get to see you everyday? And mommy would too?"
"Everyday, except when I have to go out and help someone, but you'll see me a lot more often. I would be able to pick you up from school and tuck you into bed. But this is only if it's okay with you. If you don't want to, and you want to stay here with your friends, that's okay too," I explained to her. I didn't want her to feel pressured into coming to live with me, I hadn't even ran the idea by Y/N yet either. They both had lives here, she had a job here. But I wanted to be with my family, and I wanted to be sure that they were safe.
"I want to!" she yelled in excitement. I smiled widely, hoping that Y/N would feel the same.
I pulled into the mall, parking in the nearest parking spot. Mary was quick in undoing her seat belt and opening her door. She ran to my side, holding my hand as we walked to the entrance.
"Now, Mom told me that you did really well on your report card," I mentioned to her. she nodded her head. "I figured I would buy you something special for doing so good. Is there anything you want?"
"Ice cream!" she smiled widely.
"Sounds awesome, kiddo. But I need you to help me with something before we get ice cream," I started. I picked her up and placed her on my shoulders, she laughed as soon as my hands touched her sides. We made our way down the mall, stopping just before we got to the jewelry store. "You need to promise me that this is our secret okay. You can't tell mom, it's a surprise for her."
"I promise, Daddy."
"We're going to pick out a ring for mommy. I'm going to ask her to marry me on Christmas eve. Is that okay with you?" I asked her, not even considering her opinion on this before coming here.
"You're going to ask Mommy to marry you! You love her that much?" she inquired. I looked at her in confusion for a moment.
"Of course. I love her so much that I want to spend the rest of my life with her, and I should have asked her a long time ago," I grinned.
"Right answer!" she giggled.
Needless to say, Mary and I picked out the perfect ring for her.
----Reader's POV-----
You spent the day cleaning up around the house. You did both yours and Mary's laundry, along with Sam and Dean's. You vacuumed and dusted around the whole house, you cleaned up Mary's room, organized your room, and made sure Sam had everything he would need for about a week. You had no idea how long they were staying, so you wanted to be sure they had enough. You finished off by making a pie for Dean when he got back.
You thought it was nice of him to take Mary out for the day. She missed her dad a lot while he was away. It was good for her to spend some quality time with him, you just wish she could see him more often. You wished you could see him more often. Every time he came to visit, it made you realize just how much you missed him.
"Hey, Y/N. Need help with anything?" Sam asked as he entered the kitchen.
"No, I'm good. Can I get you anything?" you smiled at him.
"No thanks," he said as he grabbed a glass of water. "How do you do it?"
"Do what?" you furrowed your brows.
"All of this. You cook, clean, you raised a daughter for crying out loud. You work so hard and you never get a break," he sat down in front of you, sighing before taking a sip of his drink.
"Some days are easier than others. I have Dean, who reassures me that I'm doing my best whenever I doubt myself. I have an amazing daughter who will grow up and appreciate everything I did for her. So I don't get to go out as often as I would like, and I can't see the man I love more often. I have a lot to do every day, but I wouldn't change it for anything. I have a family, and that's all I could ever ask for," you told him.
"Have you asked him to stay?"
"No, and I won't," you sighed, looking at the ground momentarily, "Dean's a hunter, he's always been a hunter and I'm not about to ask him to give that up because we both miss him. Yes Mary deserves to have her father there for the most important parts in her life, but we've gotten so used to it just being us with Dean here when he can. I can't be selfish and ask him to stay, no matter how much I want to."
"He would, you know. He'd give it up for the two of you," Sam smiled sadly.
"I know he would. He loves that girl with all his heart, and would literally do anything for her," you smiled at the thought.
"He loves you too, I can see it in the way he looks at you. He's never looked at anyone like he looks at you. He just wishes he could give you more," Sam confessed.
"Mommy! Uncle Sammy! We're home!" Mary's voice interrupted you.
"Don't tell Dean I told you any of that, he'd kill me," Sam winked. You nodded your head.
"In the kitchen sweetie," you shouted. She came running into the kitchen, Dean following closely behind. He walked up to you, snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, smiling into the kiss. Damn how you wish he could stay. "Did you have ice cream?"
"What makes you think that?" he asked, Mary laughing at her Dad's reaction.
"I can taste vanilla ice cream on your lips. Not to mention your daughter has it all over her face," you pointed it. He glanced down, seeing chocolate all over Mary's face.
"How did that get there?" he said sheepishly, making a funny face at Mary.
"Are you going to ask her now, Daddy?" she whispered. He nodded his head.
"Mary, let's go get you cleaned up. Mommy and Daddy need to talk," Sam said, picking her up and carrying her out of the room.
"Ask me what, Dean?" you inquired. He smiled nervously, his hand rubbed the back of his neck.
"You know how much I love you and Mary right?" he started.
"Yeah of course, Dean," you assured him, you rested your hand on his back.
"It kills me to be away from the both of you, especially for such long periods of time, and I feel like I'm being selfish in asking this of the both of you. Sam and I recently found a place to live, somewhere that he and I can call home and it's said to be the safest place in the world, and I thought that maybe you and Mary would like to come and live there with us," he revealed. "I know it's asking a lot from you, since you have a life here, and a job, and your parents a literally down the street. But this way I'll know you're safe, and I'll get to see you both a lot more often. I understand if you don't though. It's just a thought."
You wiped away a stray tear quickly before kissing him hard, cupping his face in your hands. "I would love to, but I have to talk to Mary first," you whispered.
"I asked her today when we were out. I had high hopes that you'd say yes. I had to make sure she'd be okay with switching schools," he told you.
"Then it looks like we're going with you," you chuckled.
"Thank god," he smiled before he lifted you up and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back instantly, your lips moving in sync with one anothers. Relief washed through your body, you wouldn't have to wonder when you would see him next, or if he would make it to one of Mary's talent shows.
"Awwwww!" two voices broke you and Dean apart. Mary was in Sam's arms, all cleaned up.
"Mommy, why are you crying?" her tiny voice asked you.
"I'm just really happy," you told her, "We're going to move in with Daddy."
"Yay!" both Mary and Sam shout in excitement. You and Dean burst out in laughter.
"Uncle Sammy, come help me pack!" she said before running off to her room.
