Hi. I'm Mary Ann Winchester daughter of Dean and Castiel. I'm a little tiny skinwalker only 3 months old now. :3 ♥ doggies on my Page

 

MAAAAA!!! MAAAAA!!!!!

theskinwalkercastiel:

maryannwinchester:

theskinwalkercastiel:

*frowns when she reaches for him, she needed to be cleaned, so he quickly finished, grabbed a towel, and got her out dried her, put a diaper on, and a onesie. He heads to the kitchen warms up a bottle with some blood in it, hoping she was just needing a bit of blood to bring back the color.*

*starts to cry loudly as you hold me and more colour leaves my skin as my cries get louder and louder.*

*He put the bottle up to her mouth and shook her a little.* Drink sweetie. 

*I whimper and take the bottle nipple in my mouth sucking on it eagerly caliming at the taste of the blood. My eyes meet your as I ate and a tiny hand grabs your bottom lip.* daadaa……

MAAAAA!!! MAAAAA!!!!!

theskinwalkercastiel:

maryannwinchester:

theskinwalkercastiel:

maryannwinchester:

theskinwalkercastiel:

*He frowns and goes over to the wipes and cleans her up and then heads to the room and gets her baby tub and puts it in the tub filled the baby tub with water, it made her impossible for her to do anything to her self. But sit in the tub. He took off his shirt and threw it aside and then pulled up a chair and cleaned her up and used a wash clothe to clean her hair.* You okay sweetheart?

*whimpers and grips the sides of the tub tightly crying out for you till you came back and started to clean me. As you spoke I just whimpered softly like a sick puppy and made a face as I looked down and threw up on myself. Again.*

*He frowns when she got sick again.* Hey sweetheart, what’s wrong? *He spoke softly, hoping that she would some how talk to him.*

*I look to you after I was sick and started to cry loudly my face scrunching up as I reach out to you with my tiny hands. You could tell that I was not feeling well because my skin was pale and not my normal rosy pink colour.* daaa….daaadaaa…

*frowns when she reaches for him, she needed to be cleaned, so he quickly finished, grabbed a towel, and got her out dried her, put a diaper on, and a onesie. He heads to the kitchen warms up a bottle with some blood in it, hoping she was just needing a bit of blood to bring back the color.*

*starts to cry loudly as you hold me and more colour leaves my skin as my cries get louder and louder.*

MAAAAA!!! MAAAAA!!!!!

theskinwalkercastiel:

maryannwinchester:

theskinwalkercastiel:

*He frowns and goes over to the wipes and cleans her up and then heads to the room and gets her baby tub and puts it in the tub filled the baby tub with water, it made her impossible for her to do anything to her self. But sit in the tub. He took off his shirt and threw it aside and then pulled up a chair and cleaned her up and used a wash clothe to clean her hair.* You okay sweetheart?

*whimpers and grips the sides of the tub tightly crying out for you till you came back and started to clean me. As you spoke I just whimpered softly like a sick puppy and made a face as I looked down and threw up on myself. Again.*

*He frowns when she got sick again.* Hey sweetheart, what’s wrong? *He spoke softly, hoping that she would some how talk to him.*

*I look to you after I was sick and started to cry loudly my face scrunching up as I reach out to you with my tiny hands. You could tell that I was not feeling well because my skin was pale and not my normal rosy pink colour.* daaa….daaadaaa…

MAAAAA!!! MAAAAA!!!!!

theskinwalkercastiel:

maryannwinchester:

theskinwalkercastiel:

*Smiles and kisses her forehead.* That’s me. *He watched her hands, smiling, still in aww, that she was his little girl. And Jr was right there in his stomach. It was strange to know that soon, they would be moving into their own house, with a son, and a daughter, and then getting married. A life he never thought he would have.*

abuuu….ppbbtttt…. *stares up at you and makes a face before I threw up again all over me and you as I started to cry again. I felt sick and I didn’t like it. Not at all.*

*He frowns and goes over to the wipes and cleans her up and then heads to the room and gets her baby tub and puts it in the tub filled the baby tub with water, it made her impossible for her to do anything to her self. But sit in the tub. He took off his shirt and threw it aside and then pulled up a chair and cleaned her up and used a wash clothe to clean her hair.* You okay sweetheart?

*whimpers and grips the sides of the tub tightly crying out for you till you came back and started to clean me. As you spoke I just whimpered softly like a sick puppy and made a face as I looked down and threw up on myself. Again.*

theskinwalkercastiel:

maryannwinchester:

*giggles and squeals* dada! siw…siweh!

Where did you get these?

*smiles and stares at you as if to say “nowhere Daddy.”* daadaa!!

theskinwalkercastiel:

maryannwinchester:

daaadaa… *smiles and gurgles*

Yes sweetheart, that’s Dada.

dada…siw…siweh! *smiles and rolls over on my stomach*

(Source: hershelgrimes)

MAAAAA!!! MAAAAA!!!!!

theskinwalkercastiel:

maryannwinchester:

theskinwalkercastiel:

*Makes a face, glad for the burp rag on his shoulder.* Glad you could get sick on my shoulder. *He cleaned up the mess and then looked at her.* Better?

*smiles at you brightly and cuddles into you curling and uncurling my tiny hands* daadaaa…

*Smiles and kisses her forehead.* That’s me. *He watched her hands, smiling, still in aww, that she was his little girl. And Jr was right there in his stomach. It was strange to know that soon, they would be moving into their own house, with a son, and a daughter, and then getting married. A life he never thought he would have.*

abuuu….ppbbtttt…. *stares up at you and makes a face before I threw up again all over me and you as I started to cry again. I felt sick and I didn’t like it. Not at all.*

MAAAAA!!! MAAAAA!!!!!

theskinwalkercastiel:

maryannwinchester:

theskinwalkercastiel:

*He grabs a rag and covers his shoulder and pats her back and tries to burp her.* 

*makes another face and burps at first but then throws up all over your shoulder* daaadaa….

*Makes a face, glad for the burp rag on his shoulder.* Glad you could get sick on my shoulder. *He cleaned up the mess and then looked at her.* Better?

*smiles at you brightly and cuddles into you curling and uncurling my tiny hands* daadaaa…