Rachel, four years old, sat on the floor reading her book while Bobby watched her. She was beautiful, and he loved her so much.
"When's daddy getting home," she asked grandpa Bobby.
"He said he'd be home tomorrow," he told her. "But who knows. He could be home tonight, or Friday."
"I can't wait to see him."
He smiled at her longing for her dad. She even looked a lot like him. The blue-green eyes. Brown hair that reached her soldiers. Her eyes never seemed to stay one color for very long. It was blue, then green, then blue, then green.
"Hey, Rachel," Bobby asked. "You wanna make some pie for your dad and uncle?"
"Will daddy even eat the pie," she asked him. "I'm pretty sure Uncle Dean is the one that likes pie."
"So. His about that pie for uncle Dean. Which flavor should we make it."
"APPLE!"
Bobby laughed as he picked up the four year old and carried her to the counter.
"What do we need to make Dean his pie?"
"We need apples," she told him as she got down and got three apples.
They continued to make the pie, which turned out very good.
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Rachel was laying on the couch watching her cartoons when she heard a familiar roar of an engine. Her eyes widened as she heard the figures walk up to the house and open the door.
"DADDY!" Rachel screamed as she ran into her daddy's arms. Sam picked her up and give her his bear hug.
"What's that smell," Uncle Dean asked. "Is that... Pie?"
"Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep," Rachel exclaimed. "APPLE PIE!"
Sam out her down and she raced over to the fridge. She pulled it out, and then carried it over to her uncle.
"Uncle Dean loves apple pie," Sam whispered in her ear.
Rachel sat the pie down.
"There's a piece missing from my pie," Dean told his niece. "Rachel. Did you take some pie?"
She covered her smiling mouth with her hands as she said, "Maybe."
Dean stared at her for a good thirty seconds before she took off it of the kitchen and up the stairs.
"You better run," he yelled playfully. "My pie!"
Bobby and Sam sat in silence for a few seconds before hearing the young girl scream as Dean carried her down the stairs over his shoulder.
"Someone's gonna get punished," he joked as ge threw her on the couch and started tickling her.
"Stop it," she pleaded between giggles and squeals. "Please! I'm sorry!"
Dean stopped, walked over and started eating his pie. Rachel sat on the floor trying to catch her breath from the tickle attack.
Sam walked over to her and asked, "What did you and Bobby do while we were gone?"
"I beat him in war," she claimed as Bobby glared at her.
"One time."
"No," she contradicted. "Three."
"A four year old beat you in a semi hard card game.... three times?," Dean asked with a mouthful of pie.
He glared at the three of them before saying, "Shut up, ya idjits."
Bobby walked out of the room, and Rachel stood up, turned to her father, and said, "You're it!"
She took off running faster than her dad. She turned into her took before her dad even got to the stairs- not that he was running.
She hid under her bed, holding her breath to make sure she made no noise.
"Where are you," he called her in a tantalizing voice. "Come out and play."
She refrained from breathing out until her dad walked out of her room.
She exhaled as quiet as possible before crawling out from under the bed. She tip tied to the doorway, looked both ways, then stepped out.
"Gotcha!"
Her dad snatched her up and carried her down the stairs.
"You're it," he told her.
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"Time for bed squirt," Sam said as he pulled her into his arms and carried her up the steps and into her room.
"I don't want to," she refused. "I want to stay up with you guys!"
"Nope," he told her. "You need to go to bed. It's ten. You've been up long enough."
He sat her on the bed, have her a kiss on her forehead, and said goodnight.
"Daddy," she called.
"Squirt," he aaid, mocking her.
"Can you stay here with me?"
He nodded, and walked over to his little girl's bed. "I'll be here when you wake up."
"Thanks daddy," she said, snuggling into his chest. After a slight pause, she asked, "Daddy? What happens when I grow up?"
"You'll go on your own, and be the big girl I know you'll be."
"So I won't be little forever," she asked.
"Oh squirt," he told her. "You'll always be my little girl. No matter how old you get."
She smiled before tiredly (I know this isn't a real word) saying, "I love you daddy."
"I love you too."
So...
How was that? I don't know.
Also.... Two chapters in one day. That doesn't happen often.......
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