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Title: Surprise Adoption
Number in Series: Four
Pairing: Supernatural x Child!Reader (Family)
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 1,064
Years went by and you grew up. You stayed with Bobby at his house, living there permanently now. He had taken the role as your father, though you never called him your father. It never felt right if you called him your father. You just called him Bobby, since that was who he was and he liked that you called him Bobby. The other three (Dean, Sam, and Cas) you called your uncle. You had just started to call them Uncle Cas or Uncle Dean and it just seemed to stick.
You were now five and learning rapidly. Bobby was teaching you about hunting, the information part, not the fighting part. You loved to learn about new creatures, you refused the call them monsters as so many did. You didn't believe that they were monsters, just people who had different abilities than most. You also didn't believe that all of them were bad, as you really believed that there was good in everyone. Bobby was really proud of you because of that.
Whenever Dean and Sam would come to visit, which was about every two weeks, you would always tell them everything that you had learned since the last time they had visited. They would listen and tell you how smart you were getting. You all made up a rather ragtag family, but it seemed to fit.
At the moment you were sitting on the living room floor, your tiny stuffed bear in your arms. You were watching the television that was in front of you, a random children's show playing on it. The characters were probably talking about how good friendship or sharing was.
While you were watching the television, you heard the roar of an engine as a car pulled up to the house. You quickly stood up, running outside to see the Impala outside. Bobby had told you that Sam and Dean would be coming today to visit and you were supposed to keep an eye out for them. You couldn't wait to see them again! It seemed like forever since you last saw them, even though it wasn't that long ago.
"Uncle Dean!" You squealed and ran toward him, wrapping your arms around his legs as he got out of the Impala.
"Hey, munchkin. How have you been?" Dean asked, lifting you up with one of his arms, resting you on his hip slightly.
"I've been good! I just learned about ghosts and more about salt!" You rambled on about what you have learned and Dean nodded, grabbing his bag with the hand that wasn't holding you up. As you spoke, he walked into the house as Sam got the rest of the stuff.
"Good to see you boys back in one piece," Bobby said, pulling both of the boys into a hug. Dean had to put you down to hug Bobby but you didn't mind. The rest of the day went smoothly. Bobby and the boys talked about some case while you played with your teddy bear.
Soon nighttime came and it was time for you to go to sleep. You had begged Dean to read you and a bedtime story and he just couldn't say no to you. You had the same kind of puppy dog eyes that Sam had and they were even more effective when you used it because you were a child. After he finished telling you his story, you were asleep with your stuffed bear close to your chest as if you were afraid of it running away or falling out of your hands.
Dean walked into the living room where the others were resting, "She's asleep."
"That's good. She's really missed you two. She kept asking me when she would see you guys again," Bobby said, looking up at Dean from where he was sitting in his chair.
"We missed her too...We're not sure when we can come here as often though..." Sam said, frowning.
"Why?" Bobby asked.
"Well, we are hunting this demon and we are scared that he might try to come here. We should be fine today, but we will have to leave tomorrow and get back onto the case," Dean explained, sighing as he sipped his beer he had gotten from the fridge before sitting down on the couch beside Sam.
"Do you know why he wants to hurt you, boys?"
"He is just an asshole demon who wants to just create chaos and pain," Dean said, narrowing his eyes.
"What he means is that we can't find a motive for this demon. He doesn't seem to be working for anyone. He seems to be a rogue one who just wants to cause pain," Sam said, glancing over at Dean.
The three of them talked more about the demon, trying to figure out what they could do. Sam suggested that they call Crowley and see if he hates this demon just as much as them. He might help them. Dean was against that plan but said he would agree with it if it was the only thing that they could do.
After a few hours, everyone got tired. They all went to bed, leaving the house in a quiet and peaceful state, something that seemed to be rare wherever the Winchester boys were. It was a nice contrast, even if it was only for a few hours.
Everyone woke up the next morning and went downstairs. Dean and Sam sat at the table in the kitchen while Bobby cooked them breakfast. He was making eggs and bacon, something that the boys had missed on their trip away from Bobby.
"Hey Sam, could you go and check on (Y/N)? She never sleeps this late..." Bobby said, turning to look at Sam who nodded. It was true that you never slept this late. You would have normally been up at the ungodly hour of six. It was now eight and you hadn't stirred yet.
"Yeah, sure," Sam said and walked up to your room. He opened your door and his eyes widened at what he saw.
Your bed was empty, your blanket being thrown on the floor. The window beside your bedroom was open, the nice breeze blowing in and making the curtains fluttering out. The last thing Sam saw before running down to tell the others was your stuffed brown bear laying on the floor right by your window.
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