You are 8 years old and your Dad Dean and Uncle Sam are on a hunt and it is your first time home alone. Your father was hesitant about leaving you alone since you have been acting weird all day. You had a killer stomach ache but your dad had things to do so you convinced/lied saying you were perfectly fine.
I let out a sad whimper. "Daddy." I cry out. There was no response. I go to call again but my stomach heaves and an involuntary retch forces me forward. I cry as vomit soaks my shirt and jeans. My bedroom carpet stained brown. Of course at that time my phone rings. I grab my phone off the night stand and try to pull myself together. I clear my throat and take a few deep breaths before answering.
Dad- Hey Bug! How is studying going?
Y/N- Great.
Dad- What's wrong?
I couldn't answer seeing as I lean forward and start throwing up violently. My poor carpet. When I get a break from the heaves I pick up the phone. "I am sorry. I didn't get a chance to mute." I mumble.
Dad- Don't be sorry Baby Girl. You said you had a stomach cramp, Honey. Your throwing up... How bad is it? Is this the first time you've thrown up?
Y/N- First time, It's not that bad Daddy.
I lie through my chattering teeth.
Dad- I will be there as soon as possible baby girl. I love you.
Y/N- Love you too Daddy.
We hang up and I continue throwing up for the next couple of hours. I was to tired to walk to the bathroom so I just used my trash can. I don't remember falling asleep so I think I passed out from exhaustion. "Why didn't you call us Honey?" My dad asked running his hands through my hair. I shrug and sit up slowly. I was in my bed wearing sweatpants and one of my dads old t-shirts. "You were on a hunt?" I slur tiredly. He rolls his eyes and kisses my forehead. "You come first. Always." I smile a little and lay back down on my bed. "I am tired." I slur. "Ok. Get some rest. I love you Bug." I smile and curl in a ball falling asleep with my Dad humming Hey Jude next to me. "Stubborn ass Winchesters." He mumbles.
