Supernatural oneshots

Shopping

Okay so this is a little one shot based off a comment @super_who_locked_ left on my story Saving Kennedy (which I'm so happy to write because those characters are my favorite that I've written). So have some Daddy Dean ! (Cuz he is fucking perf)

***third person***

A modern day warrior

Mean, mean stride

Today's Tom Sawyer

Mean, mean pride

Though his mind is not for rent

Don't put him down as arrogant

His reserve, a quiet defense

Riding out the days events

The River

They both sat in the impala, glaring out the windshield. Four songs had played already and they were still not ready to go inside the Target.

"Why isn't daddy Cas doing this?" Thirteen year old Kennedy asked her father.

"He had to work." Dean grumbled. "Trust me, I want to be here even less than you do."

"I doubt that." Kennedy growled.

Dean muted the radio then turned to face his daughter. "Okay. Here's the GP: we're going to go in there and just grab a bunch of random ones. We aren't going to try them on or anything. Grab a bunch of sizes. But not too many, we are on a budget. Then, while we're paying, we talk about how annoying it is that Eavan had us pick these up for her. Then we leave them in the bag until Cas can help you."

"Omaha!" Kennedy yelled with a smile.

"Shh..." Dean gave her a stern look. "I will not tolerate Broncos fans."

Kennedy shrugged. "Not a Broncos fan. Just a P Manning fan."

Dean thought for a moment. "That doesn't matter. Let's go."

Kennedy took a deep breath before getting out of the car. She wrapped her arm around her father's as they walked into the store. "Where are they?" They both whispered at the same time. They walked around for nearly half an hour before finally finding the little girl bras.

Kennedy grabbed three beige ones of different sizes and Dean grabbed three white ones. "This good enough?" He asked.

Kennedy nodded, "yeah yeah. Let's get out of here."

"Daddy," Kennedy whined as the approached the cashier. "Why do we have to buy bras for Eav? It's annoying. I'd rather be at home."

"Dee, I know. But we're just helping her out." Dean handed the young lady ringing them the money he owed.

"Uncle Sam could do it. Or Aunt Nikka. They're capable." Kennedy grumbled some more as they made their way out of the store.

They climbed into the car and threw the bag of bras into the back seat. "Mission accomplished." Dean said and held a hand up which Kennedy immediately responded with a high five.