likely_evil: (Fun - With Glasses on)
[Happy Birthday [livejournal.com profile] iluvroadrunner6!!! Here's your gift fic!]

When Olivia was six, Sam had taken a job that he needed to do a bit of hands on research in California. Seeing that it was summer and Olivia had just graduated kindergarten, Sam thought it would be a nice family road trip.

It had been a long time since Sam had been on the road for multiple days with his brother. And now with a child in the back seat, the trip took longer. Potty break stops, food, drinks, and little sideshow attractions made the drive three times longer than Dean probably would have liked.

But it was worth it as Olivia looked up to see a life-sized Snoopy standing in front of her. She tugged on Sam's arm until he knelt down beside her. "Can I hug him?"

"Do you want to?" Sam asked back in the same whispered voice, and she gave him a huge nod of her head. "Okay then, give him a big hug." He took the balloon and bottle of water from her hands, and watched as Olivia went running up to the large dog and hugged him tightly.

"Still got that coin? We could wish her up a life sized teddy bear," Dean remarked from behind him, and Sam just looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. Dean kept smiling and held out the brochure. "I say after you put her to bed, we sneak out and check out the ghost town. It could be like old times."

"I'm not leaving my six year old daughter alone in a motel room while we hunt fake ghosts, Dean."

"Spoilsport. You're just mad that you're too tall to ride the rides in this park."

"Why don't you go over to the water-park and , I dunno, drown yourself."

"Daddy!" Sam looked up to see Olivia dragging Snoopy over to him with a big smile. "I told Snoopy you wanted to hug him too."

And before Sam could say anything, the costumed character hugged him, his large nose hitting Sam right in the stomach to knock all the air out of him. There was a flash later as Dean snapped a picture with his camera. "That's going in the scrapbook."
likely_evil: (Ruby - snapshot of happy times)
Olivia was almost seven months old when the first Mother's Day came to the Winchester home in Seattle. Sam wanted to make it special, so he slipped out of bed when Olivia started to make noises over the baby monitor. "I'll take care of it," he told Ruby as he tucked his wife back in a bit. "You sleep in."

Picking his daughter up from her room, Sam made his way downstairs to the kitchen where he buckled her into the high chair and poured some cheerios on the table along with her bottle. Their daughter was already smart enough to hold the bottle on her own, so he knew he could leave her there for a few minutes.

Alec had done Sam a small favor and saved his uncle the time to make breakfast for Ruby. Waiting on the kitchen counter was a bouquet of flowers fresh from the growers in the next sector, and then in the oven still warm was an omelet and of course, piles of hash browns taters. He put them on a tray and carried it upstairs along with the bottle of ketchup and a glass of orange juice. He left it on the floor, then ran back downstairs to retrieve his daughter and the flowers.

He snuck back into the room and slid the card off his dresser into his hands as well, then rearranged the pillows to put Olivia, the vase, and the card on the bed. Olivia's little hands instantly went to pull on a flower, giggling as Sam grabbed the camera and knelt on the foot of the bed, ready to take a picture when Ruby woke up.

The giggling didn't take long to wake her mother up, and Ruby looked up at her daughter and smiled. "I don't think your daddy expects you to rip these apart," she told Olivia, trying to grab the flowers. Olivia held onto it through, not wanting to let go and before Sam could get up to stop it, the baby kicked the vase and it fell over and drenched Ruby and the bed.

"Sam..." Ruby looked down at him, glaring at him. Olivia had all the flowers now and was laughing and waving them in the air. He couldn't help it, and Sam just smiled and took a picture of it all.

"Happy Mother's Day," he told his wife. "I'll go get you a towel now."

"Thank you, dear."
likely_evil: (Happy - for a moment)
It had been almost a month now since Sam had been called on his cell phone to go to the Des Moines juvenile court house and was told about what had happened to Cara and saw the little dark haired angel sitting in a chair too big for her, hugging a stuffed bunny.

A month since he had signed the custody papers taking responsibility for a daughter he had not known. A month since he had moved into the large house that was in Olivia's name and learned how to make peanut butter and banana sandwiches the "right way" and fight against the urge to answer the constant "I want my mommy, not you!" cries anytime something went wrong.

Dean was there, trying to support his brother in any way he could, but Sam couldn't help but feel like he was failing every night when the little girl refused to let Sam kiss her goodnight and tuck her into bed. She wanted her mommy, not him. And really, Sam didn't blame her in the least.

It changed one night though. . . . )
likely_evil: (Happy - laughter)
"Alec? You here?"

Sam looked around the Seattle house, knowing that his nephew was supposed to be here somewhere watching his daughter. Ruby had gone off for a girl day with Amy, and Sam had to run out and check up on something that Bobby had called him on.

Which left Alec being the local babysitter.

"Alec? Olivia? Are we playing hide and seek?"

There was still no answer, and Sam checked out the window to make sure Alec's bike was still parked outside. Seeing it there, he started upstairs, then stopped when he heard a giggle. "Olivia?"

The house had been cleaned up considerably since they moved in, otherwise Sam might have been freaked out a bit, especially when he heard the tiny footsteps run behind him, but there was no one when he turned around.

"Ok, guys... this isn't funny."

"Sam?"

Alec's whisper caught Sam's attention and he made his way down the hallway. Opening the door to Olivia's room, Sam stopped and just stood in the doorway a moment. He licked his lips, trying not to start laughing.

"Save me..." Alec asked from where he was tied up on the floor. There was ribbon all over him, pinning his arms and legs into awkward positions. He looked like a maypole that had gone wrong and fallen over.

"What happened?" Sam asked, laughing as he reached for a pocket knife. He got closer, then stopped as he realized that there was... whiskers on Alec's face, drawn with a marker. Tilting his head, there was a tail attached to Alec's pants and a headband with cat ears laying nearby on the ground.

"She was showing me how to dance with ribbons," Alec stated. "Next thing I know she's got me tied up, petting me and saying..."

"Poor Kitty!" Olivia bounced into the room, running into Sam's arms. "He fall down and went boom!" Alec whimpered as Olivia leaned down and put a bandaid right onto his nose, then kissed it. "All better!"

Sam just laughed. "Sweetie, you're not supposed to tie your babysitters up," he told her as he worked to cut Alec free. Once free, Alec quickly stood up, taking off the bandaid and tail. Olivia looked up at Alec and pouted.

"But I wanna keep him!"

"He's your cousin, Olivia. Not your pet."

"She drew on me, Sam," Alec pointed out, kicking his hand and them rubbing at his cheek.

"I'm sorry."

"Kitty!!!!!" Olivia held her arms out, wanting Alec to pick her up.

"If I were you, I'd escape now." Sam kept his grip on his daughter.

"Next time, get Ben to babysit." Alec smirked a bit. "I'd love to see what she does to him."

"I'll keep that in mind." Standing up, he shifted Olivia to sit on his hip. "Thank you, though."

"No problem."
likely_evil: (Other - WTF? Tied up hat)
"Ok Daddy you sit here an' Mister. Bum'kin is gonna sit here an' Missus Thumb is gonna sit here an'..."

"Olivia, sweetie..." Sam looked down at the chairs that were a part of his three year old daughter's tea party set. The chair backs barely came to his knees. "What are we doing?"

"We're 'avin' a tea party, Daddy! It's Mister Bum'kins birfday and Mama always says dat yer suppose ta 'ave a party!" Olivia gave her father the best puppy eyes she had inherited from him, the hazel bright with the blonde pigtails. "Now sit!"

Chuckling, Sam looked down at the chair and tried to figure out just how to do that. Finally he crossed his legs on the floor and propped his butt up into the chair so it looked like her was sitting and not kneeling.

"Ok, now evewyone puts on a hat!" She picked up a a little pile of cheap cone hats and put one on her teddy bear - Mister Bum'kin - and then on the baby doll - Missus Thumb, whose thumb had fallen off which earned her the name - and then she handed one to Sam. "Put it on, Daddy!"

There was a moment that Sam had a horrible flashback to a birthday party with three corpses in a bomb shelter as he looked at the hat. This won't hurt at all...

"Thank you. But I forgot a present for Mister Bum'kin."

"That's ok. Mama tol' me you doon know how ta buy good presen's anyway." Olivia put on her hat, then turned to get a tray of tea cups and cookies. Sam looked at them closer and realized that the cookies were actually dirt.

"Olivia..."

"Shhh, we gotta sing now. Hapby Birfday ta you... Hapby Birfday ta you..." She looked over at Sam with a pointed look that she got from Ruby, and Sam sighed and joined in on singing the birthday song. When it was done, Olivia clapped her hands and then handed out the dirt pies.

"I made yer pie special, Daddy," the little girl said with innocent eyes. "Extra yummy. Tell me if you like it."

Sam held the little pile of dirt and looked at his daughter. It was then that he realized she really did expect him to eat it. He gulped, then carefully lifted it to his nose and smelt it. "It smells really good, Olivia, but daddy isn't hungry right now..."

"You doon like it." She sat down in her chair and folded her arms in her little dress, the forced pout making him sigh.

"No, sweetie, I do. Daddy just had a big lunch..."

"Just one bite?"

Knowing there was no way for this to end good, Sam took a deep breath and closed his eyes, taking a very small, disgusting bite of the dirt pie. And at that exact moment, there was a bright flash of light.

Sam opened his eyes to see Ruby standing in the doorway, hip against the door frame as she lowered the camera. "Aw, now isn't this precious..."

"Ruby! You're not going to..."

"Scrapbook, Sam. These are the moments and all that junk." She smiled down at him, proud of the moment she had helped create and captured successfully on film. "I can't wait to show the rest of the family."

"You wouldn't dare!"

Olivia laughed and ran over to her Mama, squealing in excitement. "I did it, Mama! I got Daddy ta eat DIRT!"

Ruby reached down and picked their daughter up. "Yes you did, and Mama is very proud of you."

Sam just closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he sighed, and he swore he could hear Dean laughing.

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