Dean didn't let go of his sister's arm until they were actually inside the house. And then he kept himself between her and the door.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" he yelled at her.

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Taking care of Gracie when Dad and Zoe were on their honeymoon was different in a lot of ways than taking care of Sammy when Dad was out hunting had been ( Read more... )

It felt weird to Dean being here in this house with his whole family, especially after what he'd spent most of the weekend believing, but it was a good kind of weird.

Yeah, the last couple of days had sucked but it was all fixed now. Bad guy butt had been well and truly kicked, everyone he cared about was safe and not dead and the island was no ( Read more... )

Dean was spending some time with his baby sister, sitting on the living room floor with her as she crawled around and babbled happy baby talk at him.

He made a teddy bear dance for her and asked, "Can you say Dean, Gracie?"

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Dean was doing his best not to pace, waiting from word from Zoe. Gracie was an excellent distraction and he could lose himself in playing with her for whole minutes at a time.

But still, he couldn't stop worrying. Or shake the nagging feeling that he had promised to do something he couldn't remember now.

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All the gifts were recovered and brought back to the house, Christmas dinner had been finished and eaten because going medieval on a green dude's ass was hungry work and now everyone was gathered back in the living room for the gift exchange.

"So," Dean said, eyeing the tree with a big grin. "Who goes first?"

Dean stopped by the house, figuring he could spend some time with his baby sister and at least Grace wouldn't want to yell at him.

But the weekend had been more crap than not and somehow he wasn't all that surprised when he walked in and saw some stranger holding Grace in the living room.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked.

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Dean had no classes today so he was happy to babysit his sister when he was asked. Currently they were in the living room ( Read more... )

Dean looked out the window, scanning the street for any sign of trouble. Not that he really expected any, but this was the first time they'd be asked to babysit Grace and there was a crazy witch out there. Better safe than sorry.

"All clear out there," he said, coming back into the living room where Sammy and Grace were.

[ooc: for the Winchester