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(A/N: You are Dean's daughter. Occurs before Jo's death.)

Castiel and Dean return to Bobby's house, only to find (y/n) reading in Sam's lap. It all looks like your average day, until Jo angrily stomps into the living room, arms crossed under her chest. "(y/n)! You're a bad girl!" She wiggles a finger at the girl and turns her gaze towards Dean, who raised a brow. (y/n) cringes, burying her face into Sam's chest.

"Uh, spill the beans, Jo. What did my daughter do?" Dean coughs, eager to listen to another outrageous story. The young blonde pivots in the direction of the other duo behind her, "Sam, shield (y/n)'s eyes, please....." The younger Winchester obeys, holding the child close to him.

She does the unthinkable; Jo tugs a bit of her shirt to expose some of her chest. In large black font are the words, 'Dean Winchester Approves!' followed by a huge exclamation point. As soon as he sees it, Dean blushes a bright crimson, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Cas averts his eyes. "Your daughter stamped this on my chest and the back of my pants while I was sleeping! She even stamped other areas of the house!" She huffs, hands balling into fists, though she manages to calm herself before the ticking time bomb inside of her explodes.

Embarrassed with what he had seen, the elder Winchester pinches the bridge of his nose. He places his guns on the table and makes his way over to his baby girl, who is on the brink of tears. "Did you do that, sweetie?"

"N-No, Papa!"

"(y/n)......"

The six-year-old gulps, looking over at the young woman with apologetic eyes, "I'm sorry, Auntie Jo. He said it was okay and that Daddy would like it!" Jo frowns while Dean shakes his head disapprovingly.

"He?" Cas wonders out loud.

Everyone, excluding (y/n), stares at Sam as the perpetrator. He retorts, "Oh-.....I didn't do anything! Why do you always assume it's my fault?!"

"Because, you were the only one who was with her the entire time. Unless, that's not the case." Dean counters, scratching his head.

Abandoning her anger, Jo walks over to (y/n) and picks her up, placing her in her lap while attempting to reach over for a notebook on a nearby desk. "I forgive you, sweetheart. In order to make up for it, I want you to play a game with me." Immediately, the little girl's (e/c) eyes sparkle and she nods happily. Pointing at a few pictures, (y/n) notices one stand out from the bunch. "Gabe! He gave me the stamp and a bag of candy for doing a good job!"

Once again, they all glare at Sam, who's at a loss for words. "Come on, guys! I fell asleep!!"

Dean's blood begins to boil. "G-Gabriel.....? Gabriel?! That flying son of a-"

"Dean! Language!" Cas intervenes, widening his eyes in fear.

He stops himself midway.

".....biscuit....."