The Runt of the Litter

Two Out of Four Ain't Bad

Note: I wrote this a while ago. I figure that since John mostly left Dean to raise Sam even when he was just a kid himself, he would certainly be willing to leave most of Anna's upbringing to him as well considering the much larger age difference between them. Also, though, I mostly wrote it because Dean is so cute with little kids and I think with his own sister he'd be even cuter.

Two Out of Four Ain't Bad

"What're you doin' now?" Anna asked, sidling up closer to her older brother, dragging her stuffed frog on the floor behind her.

Dean closed his eyes for a second then opened them again but didn't look down at his five-year-old sister, just stared at the computer he was researching on. "Who wants to know?" He asked, his fingers dancing over the keyboard as he changed the keywords in his search in hopes of finding different results.

Anna was now standing right up against his leg next to his chair, staring up at him with her big green eyes. She held up her stuffed frog and blamed him. "Halloween," she told her brother. "He been askin' nonstop," she said dramatically as if the frog had been annoying the crap out of her.

Dean smirked, "Well, you tell him that I'm still doing research. Just like I was when you got curious less than two minutes ago."

Anna sighed and dropped to her knees, crawling underneath the library table where Dean was working. A foot suddenly landed directly in her path. "No running off, rugrat," her twenty-four-year-old brother's voice drifted from above her.

Anna grinned despite having been stopped from her journey. "You sound like da wizard of oz," she informed her brother through a giggle as she poked her head back out from underneath the table to look up at him.

"Oh, do I?" Dean challenged, finally looking down at his sister with a smile on his face. Her giggle was just too damn cute. "Well, who are you then?" He asked, leaning down in his chair to pick her up and settle her on his lap, dropping a kiss on her forehead. "Dorothy?"

"No," Anna said as if Dean was being absolutely ridiculous even though she was the one that started this. "I'm Toto," she exclaimed as if it were obvious.

Dean shook his head. "You don't have enough hair to be Toto," he said, sounding like he was sympathetic to her troubles.

Anna pouted. "But I wanna be Toto," she said sadly.

"No, you don't. Sorry to break it to you, shorty. But no dogs in the Impala. Besides, I like you better human," he told her, tapping her nose with his index finger.

"How come you don' like dogs, Dean-o?" Anna asked, standing on his lap and fisting his flannel shirt to steady herself. "They're super awesome and they love everyone," she argued.

"They also pee wherever they want, shed fur everywhere, and bark in the middle of the night," Dean pointed out.

Anna huffed, her hair blowing in different directions as she tired of the conversation quickly. "I'm bored. Can we be done now?"

Dean rose an eyebrow at her. "Anna, you know I have to get this research done for Dad. After that, we'll go get some dinner and head back to the motel," he promised.

Anna nodded, feeling extremely bored but knowing better than to say something more about it. She turned around so she was facing the computer and sat on Dean's knee, hugging Halloween against her chest and staring blankly at the screen. "Can I help?" She asked even though she knew the answer would be no.

She heard Dean chuckle from above her head. "Probably not, honey," he told her. Dean wrapped one arm around his sister's waist and pulled her back further onto his lap so she wouldn't fall forward and get hurt or jump down and run off. "Just give me another ten minutes, I'm pretty close here."