I Don’t Know The Words, Sweetie
“You gotta sing along,” you heard Katie insist as you walked through the hallways of the bunker, causing you to stop in the doorway of Dean’s room.
“I don’t know the words, sweetie,” he tried, but your daughter wasn’t buying it.
“Don’t you lie t’me Misser Winchester,” she told him firmly, as you heard the music to ‘Where You Are’ start up, “Don’t’cha wanna make me happy, Unca Dean?”
You grinned, leaning against the door frame and watching your daughter easily manipulate her uncle.