Dear Addiction

Chapter sixteen

The rest of October had flown by much the same as September, filled with Dean's regular schedule of dropping the kids off, working on music, picking the kids up, and in the mix of it all, getting high. Whether that be late at night in some club, on the floor of Sam's shower or during the day when he was alone in the apartment. Which was more often than not. Though the steady routine made things seem faster and soon enough it was October 31st, and little over a month since him and Castiel had last talked. 

It was just past five pm when Dean stood in the kitchen behind Ellie. The young girl was sat on the kitchen table facing Dean, the fake fairy wings she'd worn now resting next to her.  "I don't want to!" She cried, giving Dean the hardest glare she could muster. Causing her lips to pucker out, it would've been almost cute if Dean hadn't been so frustrated. 

He grit his teeth, as Ellie continued her glare, "Yes you do!" Dean cried back, he pointed the hairbrush at his niece, giving her a glare. "Now let me pull your fudgin' hair back"

"No!"

"Then you ain't Tinkerbell!"

Ellie continued to glaree. "But I am Tinkerbell!" She whined.

Dean shook his head, "No, you ain't," he raised his voice slightly as he spoke. "Tinkerbell wears her hair in a bun."

Ellie let her glare falter and instead her eyes darted across Dean's face until she gave a defeated look and turned around. "Took you long enough," Dean mumbled. He began brushing out her hair carefully, having seen her scream at Sam for being too harsh and frankly not wanting the same treatment. "Did you have fun on our bike ride today?" Dean asked.

"I liked not going to school," She attempted to look at Dean as she spoke, though with his free hand Dean kept her head looking forward.

"Did you like our bike ride?

"Remember- remember the ducks," She explained, giggling "They liked me! but not John."

"They really didn't like John."

Dean titled Ellie's head down, beginning to brush her up, and into his other hand. With a hand holding her hair, Dean grabbed one of the many elastics slowly attempting to tie it the way he had seen other women do it. "And we're done!" Dean declared. He walked around to the other side of the table to see the results, though his smile quickly dropped as he faced Ellie. Strands of her brown hair fell across her forehead, most now a tangled knot, while the bun Dean had attempted flopped to the right, if you could even consider it a bun.

Dean tilted his head slightly, hoping that maybe it would look good from a different angle, though no matter how much he tilted his head, it did nothing to make her hair better. "Sam!" Dean finally yelled, standing properly.

"Yah?" Sam called, there was a small shuffling before he walked out of the bathroom, stopping just at the end of the hallway. "What d- Where's your costume?"

Dean looked down to his led zeppelin t-shirt just showing under his unzipped leather jacket, paired with his dark blue jeans. "This is my costume, I'm Robert Plant!"

"You're an idiot."

"Says Peter Pan," Dean cried, gesturing to his brother's costume. A bright green shirt, and jean pants that he'd managed to find in the exact same shade, matched with the classic green hat.  "You know he doesn't have a beard, might have to shave that son of a b-" Dean glanced to Ellie, "ird?"

"I'm not shaving."

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother's stubbornness. "Ellie," Dean asked, "do you think your dad looks like a hobo?"

Ellie looked to her dad for a second, before looking back up at Dean. "Yah," she cried with a smile. "Daddy's a hobo! Daddy's a hobo," Ellie continued to chant.