Tell me, what makes you so special.

[Set in Feel the Noise. Cowritten with likely_evil. Olivia is growinup_crazy, Lisa is hisgumbygirl.]

It was dinnertime when Sam had called his daughter downstairs at least a few times with no answer. Dean of course was not going to help, out again. He sighed, heading upstairs in the three bedroom house that the Winchesters owned now, retired - mostly - from the hunting business and trying to act like civilians... as much as they could. Which meant that Sam cooked, cleaned, and basically cleaned up after his daughter and brother...

He tried to ignore the fact that their neighbors through they were a gay couple with a child. He really did.

As he got upstairs, he heard music coming from the other side of his daughter's door. He knocked hard and leaned into the crack of the door. "Olivia! Sweetie, it's dinner time."

"Not hungry!" she shouted back over the music. Olivia really wasn't in the mood to deal with her dad at the moment. Dealing with her dad always tended to result in a fight these days, and right now she had a test to study for, friends from school IMing her, and she just wasn't in the mood to have her good mood killed. "Studying. I'll get something from the fridge later.

And then the music got turned up. End of conversation.

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[Set in wayward_au. Alec is smart_alec494 who made a request for Dean and Alec future fic with the prompt “silly.” Olivia is an NPC.]

“I've learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances.”

“Dude, you suck with kids.”

Olivia was in tears again, and somehow it was his fault. Michael wasn’t sure how, as he had done everything as he was told. He was holding her just the way he was supposed to and—nothing. Not even an acknowledgement from the little girl, who seemed content to only wail until Alec came in and took her off Michael’s hands. Olivia clung to him like her life depended on it, sliding her arms around her cousin’s neck as she slowly calmed herself against his shoulder.

“I wasn’t created to deal with children.” It could almost be said that the angel was sulking, if angels did such a thing. “I was meant to be a warrior, the wrath of the Almighty. I’m not a babysitter.” Alec was quiet for a moment. He recognized the look in his son’s eyes, the one that came with doubt as to Michael’s feelings towards his son. His face softened a bit. “And taking care of you is not babysitting, Alec.”

“I know.” He said the words, but Michael could feel the uncertainty rolling off his in waves. It unsettled the Dean end of the spectrum more than Michael—Dean didn’t like that Alec doubted Dean’s reasons for being there, though he knew that as of late, he hadn’t done much to prove to him that he wasn’t going anywhere. He was trying to fix it, but there was only so much he could do with who he was now. The pieces of Dean and Michael were still separate entities, as much as he tried to bring them together, and it wasn’t getting easier as he had hoped.

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