This needed an update. It just did okay?!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters besides Hope...therefore i have no control over Cas or Dean...if they happen to do the hanky panky next chapter it is completely not my fault!

ENJOY, LILY

Hope and Dean had been spending a lot of time around my house for the past few weeks, and it felt like heaven. They were slowly, but surely, weaving their way into my space one thing at a time.

At first it was just Hopes teddy and pillow. She had left it the first time she had stayed the night, returning two days later looking bashful and embarrassed, apologizing for needing her teddy back.

"Daddy says that Meemee gave him to me before I was born, so I need him back because he's special." Her cute little shy smile nearly knocked me off my feet. "He takes all the monsters away too," she leaned into whisper, "sometimes Daddy misses them, because they are sneaky."

Then it was Dean, leaving his underwear at the foot of my bed, in his hurry to get to work on time.

They ended up finding a spot in my top drawer, along with one of his tee shirts and a pair of worn, dark denim jeans that he wore to work most days.

Then it was a whole drawer full of his clothes, and two drawers in the spare room, eventually ended up full of clothes for Hope.

Now, I could see them in everything. Everywhere I turned, there was something to remind me who was coming back to me.

On the mantel above the fireplace, there was a picture Dean had left one night, though I'm pretty sure it was on purpose, of him and I sitting on the hood of his car outside of Hopes school, taken on the day we gave her her first camera.

Sitting atop the fish tank, covered in glitter and beads, was a homemade photo frame that Hope had made at school, with a picture she had taken of us inside. We had been playing my PlayStation, that was rarely used, and she had decided to take a picture of us in the reflection of a mirror that sat against the wall opposite us. It really was a nice photo.

A pair of Hopes pants was currently hanging off the back of the lounge. Her pencil case was sitting on the breakfast bar, next to a half colored in picture, next to that her unfinished orange juice from that morning. She had hairbands scattered on the main bathroom counter, her new purple hairbrush was in there two.

Walking down to my room to find some more washing to do, I noticed the spare room door ajar. Her clothes where scattered across the floor, I vaguely remember an apology for a mess in here - they were in a rush- the bed was unmade, and her teddy was half hanging off the bed.

For the first time since I moved in here, the place looked lived in. And I have never felt happier.

I don't know...I just... Fluff :)

Love, Chief.