Requested by: meloballer201
Imagine you're 7 years old, and your brothers have to babysit another kid and you become jealous.

"I am so over you, Anna," you have your Barbie slap the other Barbie across the face.

You have your Barbie walk back into the dollhouse and continue to play with her. Minutes later, Sammy walks in, wondering why one of your dolls is thrown to the ground.

"Anna was being a jerk," you huff, setting your Barbie in her bed.

"I bet she's sorry for being mean," Sam picks up your other Barbie, shaking her a little.

"Fine," you take her setting her in a different room in your dollhouse.

"Come here, Princess," Sam picks you up, pushing a string of hair behind your ear.

"So D and I have to watch another kid for Bobby," he tells you in a soft voice.

"Why can't Bobby watch them," you tilt your head.

"Uncle Bobby isn't feeling good, so we agreed to watch her for a few hours," Sam replies smoothly.

"No! I don't want another girl in my house," you cross your arms, shaking your head.

"It's only for a few hours, bug, and if you're good, we'll go get some ice cream," Sam pleads with you.

"Fine, but I don't want her near my toys," you wrap your arms around his neck.

"Deal," Sam chuckles, hugging you tightly.

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"Y/N, let Hannah draw some," Dean walks over, kneeling beside you.

"She can do something else. These are my crayons," you keep coloring in your book.

"Y/N; you're being rude, and you need to stop it," Dean starts becoming sterner.

"But D-,"

"No, y/n, let Hannah color, or you're going to your room," he puts his hands on his hips.

You roll your eyes, not saying anything else. You watch as Sam picks up a giggly Hannah swaying her around before placing her in a chair. Your grip tightens on your crayon as Dean approaches Hannah, helping her color. Soon the crayon snaps in half, and you look at the crayon, feeling tears starting to form.

Your brothers continue to play with Hannah as you sit in your chair alone. Dean picks up Hannah running around the room smiling as she holds her arms out like an airplane. Anger starts growing in you as you watch Hannah have fun with your brothers!

You stand up, pushing your chair to the ground.

"Hannah needs to leave! She's not welcomed," you yell, crossing your arms.

Your brothers look at you, surprised by your outburst. Dean sets Hannah down, walking over to you.

"You need to lose this attitude of yours, young lady. Apologize to Hannah right now," Dean says, looking at you in the eyes.

"I don't like Hannah," you stomp your foot.

Hannah comes over with her head hung low.

"I'm sorry y/n if I did something," she looks up with puppy dog eyes.

You push her to the ground, which makes her start crying.

"Y/N, go to your room right NOW," Dean yells for the first time.

He approaches Hannah, picking her up and holding her close to his side. You turn away, running to your room, tears streaming down your face. You run into your room, slamming the door shut. You jump on the bed burying your head in the pillows.

*Sam's P.O.V*

"I've never seen her act out like this before," Dean speaks lowly, so Hannah doesn't hear us.

"I don't know what's gotten into her," I reply, crossing my arms.

"What are we going to do with her? I mean, ever since," deans voice trails off as realization hits.

"What," I ask, looking at him.

"She's been acting out ever since Hannah. She's probably jealous of the attention we've been giving her," Dean explains.

I sigh, nodding.

"I'll take her back; you go talk to y/n," I walk over to Hannah, getting her ready to go back.

*Your P.O.V*

You sniffle, wiping away the snot from your nose. You hear a slight knock echo through your room, and Dean walks in. You look away from him, going back to coloring.

"Hey pumpkin," Dean says, walking over to you.

"Hey," you mumble, not paying attention to him.

"You don't have to be jealous of Hannah. You'll always be our number one," he puts his hand on your crayon, which causes you to stop coloring.

"You both kept playing with her and ignored me. It hurt my feelings," you feel a few tears escape your eyes.

"I know, bug, and I'm sorry for making you feel that way, but you can't act out like that whenever you're upset," he tells you.

"I'm sorry for pushing Hannah. I just got angry," you sigh, wiping away your tears.

Dean picks you up and places you in his lap, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses your head, rocking you back and forth.

"Sammy and I will always choose you over everyone. You are our Princess," he reassures you as he continues to rock you.

"I love you, D," you look up to him.

"I love you, Princess," he hugs you tightly, making you giggle.

"Now let's go get some ice cream," he sets you on the ground, and you follow him out the bedroom door.