note: hey my lovely people <3 thanks for being darlings. i hope you're doing alright. every one of you.

y'all really wanted this a while back. not sure you even remember asking for it by this point. but i think you'll like it anyway. and i think this story needs some more light-hearted content.

anna is ten, and giving dean an ulcer.

Dentists and... Well, Let's Not Talk About the Rest

"You want ice cream?"

Anna rolled her head along the seatback until she was glaring right at her brother.

"Come on, Rugrat, I'm sorry," Dean said hopefully. He glanced over at her and half-smiled when he saw the look on her face.

It pissed Anna off even more. "You are not," she complained and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Okay, so I'm not. Everybody's gotta go to the dentist, alright? You're not the first kid in the world to hate it. Hell, if you liked it, that would make you the first kid in the world."

Anna was not appeased. She turned and stared pointedly out the window. "My teeth are fine," she informed her brother. "Nothing hurts, and I don't need them painting that nasty stuff all over my mouth."

Dean snorted, "Yeah, I used to tell Dad the same thing."

"Oh, so you're passing on the trauma?"

That surprised a real laugh out of Dean. "Oh, come on. You've been through a lot worse."

"Exactly," Anna pounced. "I don't need anything else tacked on." She changed tactics, scooting over right next to her older brother. She wrapped her arms around his bicep and looked pleadingly up at him. "Please don't make me go," she requested. "I'll do anything, just please don't make me go."

Dean made a really? face down at her, half-smiling in it. "You have to go to the dentist, Anna."

Giving up, Anna let out a dramatic sigh and sat back against the passenger door. "This sucks," she whined, though she was really too old for it. "You're mean."

Her words did nothing to sway Dean. He looked just as amused as he had a minute ago. "It's not that bad," he assured her. "You went last year, remember? You got that weird lookin' toothbrush with a Disney character on it."

"Oh, yeah," Anna grumbled. "Now I'm excited."

"Lighten up, kiddo. It'll take fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes I'll never get back," Anna said mournfully. She slouched lower in her seat and

"You'll appreciate this someday, Runt."

Anna pouted even further. "I highly doubt that," she said with confidence. They were quiet for about sixty seconds before she spoke again, "Can we still get ice cream?"

Dean chuckled, "That's where we're headed."

"I'm still mad at you," Anna reminded him. She pointed one finger at him, face still set in a firm pout.

Dean raised his right hand in surrender, shooting her another short smile.

"I mean it," she pressed. "I might never forgive you. This might be the last time we ever speak. Make peace with it."

"I'm gonna tell Sam to quit showing you soap operas."

"Are you calling me dramatic?" Anna asked. "Cause I am not dramatic. You're more dramatic than me. By a long shot."

Dean's eyebrows rose. "Oh, this I gotta hear," he drawled. "How, pray tell, am I more dramatic than you... by a long shot?"

It was Anna's turn to look smug. "Every time somebody parks too close to the 'pala, you hyperventilate," she began.

Dean opened his mouth to defend himself, but she kept going.

"When Sam comes back from the store without pie, you act like you got stabbed in the throat." She held up two fingers and then let a third extend, slapping them against the palm of her other hand. "That time the dude on that case said the girl you liked at the bar gave him a blowjob, you acted like-" She stopped when she realized Dean had gone completely pale. "What?" she asked cautiously, no longer smiling.

"Did you just say blowjob?" Dean asked, face slack.

Anna frowned, "Yeah. Remember, he said she blew him and-"

"You... were not supposed to hear that."

"I was right there," she countered. "I heard the whole conversation."

"Okay," Dean said, starting to get actually worked up. Dramatic, Anna thought smugly. "Well, you weren't supposed to understand it. Since when do you know what a... BJ is?" he demanded. "Who the hell told you that? I'm gonna kill 'em."

Anna made a dull face. "Deeeaan," she whined.

"Don't say that," he ordered. "I mean it, I don't want to ever hear that word come out of that mouth ever again."

"Well, what if-?"

"I get the feeling I don't want to hear what you're about to say," Dean said, and it was half a warning.

Anna watched as he went paler and paler.

"Did you hear that from me?" he asked frantically. "Cause I swear I never woulda said that if I knew you were listening."

"Come on, Dean," Anna said soothingly. "It's okay. I woulda heard it someday anyways."

"Fuck, it was me," Dean said mournfully. He fully pulled the car over and rested his forehead against the steering wheel. "My big fuckin' mouth."

"Dean, it's fine. I'm a girl. I'll probably give all kinds of BJs someday."

That did the opposite of what she intended. Dean shot up in his seat with a look of abject horror on his face. Anna didn't think she'd ever seen him so pale. "No," he said, breathing heavily. "No. You. Will. Not."

Anna smiled nervously up at him. "Okay, I won't," she amended. Anything to take that look off his face. "I didn't mean anything about it, okay? I was just naming times you were dramatic. And you're being dramatic again."

Dean's eyes widened a little more, this time in some form of anger. "You're ten years old. This is not dramatic. This is you being ten years old talkin' about givin' people blowjobs."

"Well, I didn't mean right now," Anna stressed. "All I want in my mouth right now is ice cream."

Dean looked so pale, it was downright worrisome. "I don't know if I can-" he shook his head. "I can't do ice cream now. I need to lay down."

"Dean!" Anna exclaimed. "I'm not going to the dentist if I don't get ice cream."

"Oh, you are going to the dentist. You're definitely going to the dentist after that!"

"What?! You're punishing me for saying-"

Dean's dangerous look stopped her from finishing the sentence. But Anna crossed her arms again and let out a very frustrated sound. "That's not fair."

"Life ain't fair," Dean said. "For example, one day your sister is a sweet little kid. The next she's talkin' about things that I don't even want to hear adults talk about."

Anna kept pouting, looking sullenly over at her brother while he continued on.

"You ever say that word again, I swear I'll wash your mouth out with soap. It ain't fun, trust me." He pulled back onto the road, still ranting. "Those are adult words, Anna. I'm serious. You don't use 'em until you're an adult. And then, preferably, you never use 'em in front of me."

Anna sighed. This was going to be a long car ride.

"I can't believe you. You are not old enough to talk like that." And so it went. On and on and on and on.

Anna was stunned when they pulled into the parking lot of an ice cream shop. "Thank god," she murmured without even realizing it.

Dean was still going on and hadn't heard her. "-nd there's no excuse. You hear people talkin' like that, you cover your ears. Am I clear?" He finally seemed to be coming up for air.

Anna nodded eagerly. "Crystal," she said. "Can we get ice cream now?"

"See, that's the kind of thing a ten-year-old is supposed to ask a guy."

Anna let her shoulders drop in disappointment. Was he really going to keep this up? "Come on, Dean, please?" she requested sweetly.

Fortunately, Dean swung his car door open. He was still shaking his head, still muttering about being a bad influence and kids using adult language. "From now on we talk about ice cream and dentists, okay? None of the other crap."

"Okay," Anna agreed readily, following him toward the order window. She just wanted some freaking ice cream.

"I can't believe you frickin' said that," Dean repeated himself. "I can't believe I frickin' taught you that. You're not gonna say that again, you hear me?"

Anna sighed, losing her infinite patience. "Dean, I promise. Okay? I promised you like a hundred times. Can we drop it?"

Dean looked flustered. "I'd love to drop it," he said. "I'd love to. Except I've got this playin' on repeat in my head. That is not something a ten-year-old is supposed to say."

Anna shook her head and stormed past her brother toward the order window. She usually got soft-serve, nice and cheap. This time, she took a long look at the menu on the side of the building. Then, she ordered the most expensive item she could find.

Between the dentist and the ten minute lecture, she figured Dean owed her this one.

"I can't frickin' believe you," Dean was still muttering. And she knew he wasn't talking about the sundae.

She wouldn't have cared if he did have something to say about the ice cream. Hell, she would have welcomed it. But she knew he would keep going about the same stupid thing.

He shelled out almost ten bucks for the stupid sundae without even paying attention. He was still shaking his head, still shooting Anna little looks of disapproval. It was almost embarrassing, except they were the only ones at the shop.

While the lady went off to make her sundae, Anna sat heavily on one of the wooden benches nearby and waited for Dean to start pacing. It didn't take long.

"I'm thinkin' you should write lines over this one," he said seriously. "I will not use adult language until I'm an adult, maybe. Or how about I will not mentally scar Dean?"

Anna rolled her eyes, grateful her brother didn't catch the action. The mood he was in, it probably would have gotten her in big trouble.

"You know what, maybe both actually."

"Dean, I'm sorry," she cut in. "I don't want to write lines, okay? I didn't know it was gonna be such a big deal."

Dean took a deep breath, then finally seemed to calm down. He sat beside her on the bench. "Fine, no lines," he agreed. "But don't you say... that word ever again."

"Okay," Anna said gladly. "I won't. I solemnly swear." She held out a pinky and waited for Dean to give her a soft smile.

"Put the pinky away," he told her as always. "I believe you."

La Fin