Life with Dean and Sam Winchester.

Babysitting Isn't Always Boring

---Dean--

I frowned at my younger brother, whom was now laughing and leaving to go on his date. I only sighed and turned from the front porch of the small home and pushed open the pale white door. My eyes scanned the small living room, where Keyla was sitting on the ground, legs crossed, with a baby with a mess of blonde curls sat happily. She was snuggling the baby, whom was giggling and blabbing to Auntie K.

Keyla was smiling and laughing at the baby. She then saw me. Oh, how the babies eyes lighted up in excitement. She jumped from Keyla's lap and ran over to me. She crashed into my legs, still babbling and giggling. "De-De!" She called me, looking up at me with those cute brown eyes only on me.

Keyla smiled and stood. She grabbed up the baby, and looked at me. "De-De, I think you have a fan." Keyla almost purred as the baby grabbed at me to hold her. I only chuckled and grabbed up Gabby. Her arms wrapped around my neck as Keyla was walking off to start on dinner.

I smiled and followed after as Gabby babbled into my ear and kissed on my face. Keyla was making macaroni and cheese, the only meal Gabby would eat happily.  I couldn't believe how much Keyla had changed since Ryan's murder. She, at first, was emotionless, wordless, and in an emotional coma, but now, she was almost normal Keyla, except that she was a lot angier and a lot quieter, all the same.

Keyla no longer chattered continuously about her library or the adventures before metting Sam and I with Ryan. She barely stated a fact unless it was relevant. She was drinking like me, but worse. She got drunk around me, but not once did she even come out of it without bawling.

She was better, though. Since she began to sleep in the same bed as me. Since she found her comfort in me, which was strange, in my thoughts. I had fallen in, what I could consider, love. She would softly hug me when I felt down about something, but she didn't ever ask for my comfort in return. I just gave it to her.

She was amazing, in a way. Her eyes now kinder than any time before as she cooked and sang a soft song to herself. This was her original plan in life. To live with a family and cook for a kid and be perfectly happy. Except, the harpies destroyed this orginal plan. Her original dream.

I sat down at the table, Gabby in my arms. She giggled and found my face with her hands that were slightly sticky from the candy I had given her earlier. "Dean, can you cook the rest of this? I'm gonna give her a bath." I smiled at Keyla, who had turned to me with a warm smile and a kind sound to her voice. Boy, was her eyes amazing. The warm pools of chocolate came closer to mine, but she grabbed up Gabby and disappeared upstairs.

---Keyla---

I smiled as I washe dup my own niece. She smiled gleefully as we played with her Barbies in the bath. Quickly, I changed her up and we walked down the stairs. She laid there in my arms, face in the crook of my neck. Gabby yawned and looked at me, not wanting to eat, but to sleep.

I smiled and nodded. She had a rough day at the park with Sam and Dean earlier. They played all day, shockingly. I laid her down in her bed, covering her up. She was asleep before I even placed her down. I closed the door quietly and walked down the stairs.

Dean turned as he was draining the noodles. "She fell asleep on me." I said quietly with a warm smile. I watched him for a long moment. His green eyes shining a bit brighter as he grinned. Those soft freckles danced across his face, but he soon turned to the noodles. I walked up behind him quietly and wrapped my arm around his body.

Dean turned his head to look back at me with some strain. "What are you doing?" He chuckled at me and poured the noodles back in the pot and began to add milk, the cheese, and the butter. I smiled up at him then kissed his back softly.

"Hugging you." I said softly and blushed, then let go. I moved to his side and smiled. Soon, we had ate the macaroni and cheese. "I'll make us  some cookies." I smiled and began to grab out a recipe for cookies from scratch. I grabbed all the things needed to make them. Dean was by my side.

"Chocolate chips..." He said and grabbed them out. I smiled as I began to make the dough. I smiled and added the chocolate chips. I turned and placed the flour on the top of the fridge. Dean opened the fridge and suddenly, I couldn't even make this up.

The bag of flour tipped over, covering him and his black t-shirt. I couldn't help but cackle wildly. I kept laughing and laughing, until a glob of flour was over my face. Oh. It was on. I grabbed a handful of icing, throwing at him. He gasped and I laughed.

His face was covered with chocolate icing. He grabbed a handful of cookie-dough and suddenly, I had chocolate chip cookie over the side of my face. It went on like that for hours until we both called it a truce.

Unfortunately, it was too late to clean up ourselves after we cleaned up the mess, because Sam and Juliette walked in as we were laughing about each other in the kitchen still.