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"No drain. Bad drain." Her voice is solemn as Dean pulls her out of the tub and starts drying her off. Once he's got her wrapped in the towel she wraps her arms around his neck, holding on tightly. "Love you, Papa." She nuzzles into his neck.

He cuddles her close, towel and all, kissing her hair. “Love you too, Moonbeam,” he answers softly, rubbing her back.

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She sings along with him, also doing the hand motions, adding emphasis on "down came the rain" and "up came the sun" because those are her favorite parts. She squeal giggles and splashes exuberantly with hands and feet when the song ends.

Laughing at her squeals and splashes, he rinses her all clean of bubbles and soap and such, pulling down a towel and setting the tub to drain. “All clean, my little spider. We don’t want you going down the drain after all! Towel time.”

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"Itsy Bitsy Spider, Papa! Do Itsy Bitsy Spider!" She turns those wide green eyes on Dean once her hair is all washed and rinsed, making them a little extra wide because she's figured out by now he's totally defenseless against them.

He quickly works leave-in conditioner into her hair, because getting her to sit for another hair washing is actually impossible.

“Hmm... are you sure? Really sure? Okay,” he teased, tapping her nose.

“The Itsy Bitsy Spider went up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Out came the sun and dried up all the rain, so the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again,” he sang, complete with hand movements.

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Claudia settles down from active splashing, trying to hold still for hair washing. Which she mostly manages, still kicking her feet intermittently through the water and going back to singing her bubble song.

Dean can manage toddler wiggles well enough by now that he’s got her hair out of pigtails and lathered with shampoo, working all the paint out of the ends, though he suspects there might be some staining for a little bit given how soaked it is and how light her hair is. He sings along with her, scooping up cupfuls of clean water to rinse.

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She squeals as he sets her in the tub, not answering the question because she's too busy grabbing at the bubbles and splashing. Her bright happy giggles bounce around the bathroom as the paint from her hands bleeds into the water and her splashing leaves water droplets dripping down the tile wall.

Dean melts a little, still in awe that this little girl is his. Getting up, he grabs a brightly colored wash cloth, plopping it in the water. “Scrubby scrubby time, Claudia. I’ll wash your hair.”

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Claudia stops singing and lets out a frustrated squeal when she tries to pull her shirt off and it gets stuck, the paint smock laying in a puddle of cloth around her feet. She looks mournfully at Dean. "Help, Papa, help."

“I’m helping, I’m helping, ‘Dia,” he soothes, lifting the shirt off and stripping her out of her pull up  and socks before plopping her in the tub.

“Better?”

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Cinda's laughter echoes out. "I'm jus' cleaning th' mess the wee lassie made." Claudia beats him to the bathroom and starts tugging at the T-shirt turned paint smock and babble singing about bubbles.

Dean chuckles and joins his wee lil daughter, running the bath and putting in a generous amount of bubble solution as promised, making sure the water is nice and warm.

“Bubble wubble wubble, tub full of bubbles~”

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At the mention of bubbles Claudia has to reconsider. "Bubbles? Lotsa bubbles?" She starts to squirm in his arms to get down, chanting, "Bubbles, bubbles." The paint is forgotten as her thoughts get derailed. From the direction she'd come flying moments before, Cinda's voice echoes down the hall. "Th' glitter is no' real glitter, by th' way. I'm no' quite so mad as that." The tone is amused.

“Yes, bubbles. Lots of bubbles,” he assures, letting her down and heading to the bathroom. 

Cinda’s words reassure him and he grins. “Bless you, witchy woman, I will spare you!”