Flannels & Shotguns
Sam x Daughter!Reader
Warnings: Oversized flannel. Because everybody needs to be warned about that.
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“Daddy, wait for me!” You bounded the corner. Dragging a small child size suitcase and doing your best to pull up the extra long sleeves on your arms.
“Munchkin, what are you doin’?” Dean came over to you, leaning against the nearest wall while smiling with his arms crossed.
“I wanna beat up monsters too.” You said energetically. Fully expecting them to let you go.
Sam, came into view. Laughing at the sight before him. There you were. Hair in a messy style from just waking up. Tugging a bag no doubt full of stuffed animals behind you. Wearing one of his flannels which fit like an extra long dress in your tiny body.
“Daddy already talked to you about going. It’s too dangerous, sweetheart.” He crouched down in front of you. Making it so you were near eye level with each other.
“Nuh-uh!” You sassed back at him. “An look, Daddy. My shirt can protected me just like you an Unkie Bean!” Waving your arm and flapping the sleeve, you showed him what you meant.
Both of the boys laughed lightly. Trying to not let you hear in fear of offending your four year old mind.
“Our flannels? How could they protect you?” He reached outward, taking your sleeve and rolling it up so your hands could be used properly.
“Betuz you always wear them and always come back to home. They protected you.” You spoke so innocently. “So they can protected me too, Daddy!” The words giggled off your lips.
“Dad, I think she’s figured out your secret.” Dean piped into the conversation, giving Sam a once raised eyebrow.
“I think you’re right, Dean.” Sam sighed. “You know what that means?” His attention directed towards you.
“What?” You asked with a small twinkle in your eye.
“It means you’re ready to be a hunter like us.” He laughed as you beamed with excitement and joy.
“But there’s rules. You’ve got to start at the beginning where all the big girls start. And soon you’ll be hunting the monsters with uncle and Daddy.” Dean spoke to you as he slipped his jacket on over his own flannel.
“Uncle Cas is going to teach you some hunting skills while we’re gone. Think you can get pass the first part of hunter training?” Eagerly you nodded at Sam.
Without a moment to spare you dropped the handle on your suitcase, letting it hit the ground as your small “combat” boots slapped against the ground as you ran towards the kitchen.
“Cassy! We has to go on a hunt so I can big girl hunt with Daddy and Uncle!” You yelled in a happy yet determined tone.
The only hunting in your future would be Easter Egg hunting.