Summary: After your dad (Dean) and uncle (Sam) came back from a mission they find you curled up on the floor in the main room of the bunker.
(You're 16 btw!)
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It's been three days since my dad has been home, he's called every couple of hours but I haven't been able to move due to cramps for the last couple of hours so he probably thinks something's wrong. My sobs could probably be heard from outside, it hurt so bad and we have nothing to help. I let out a quiet scream as a horrible cramp tore my uterus apart. The door flew open and I looked up, my dad and uncle standing in the doorway. "Y/N, what's wrong?!" My dad asked as he frantically scooped me into his arms. "It hurts so bad." I cried out, gripping my lower stomach.
I gripped his arm, another sharp pain tearing me apart from the inside. "Shit!" I yelled, squeezing my dads arm so hard it'd probably leave marks. "Sammy, go get some pain meds, tampons, maybe some chocolate, and cold drinks." Dad said, throwing the keys in his hand to my uncle. "Alright, I'll get food too." Sam walked out, shutting the door behind him. Dad sat on the couch, holding me to his chest as he rubbed my lower stomach, soothing the cramps a bit. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" He asked, looking at my tear stained face. "I couldn't move for hours, it hurts so bad dad." I cried out, more tears falling from my eyes.
"Sh sh, I know, Sammy will be back anytime soon." He rocked me slowly in his arms, I slowly drifted to sleep. I was woken by the door swinging open. Sam walked in with at least 10 bags in his hands. I stood up but instantly hunched over, gripping my shirt. I slowly stood up, wobbling over to Sam. I took a couple bags and set them on the table. "Thank you Uncle Sam." I hugged him, he wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. He set the rest of the bags on the table, dad walking into the kitchen.
"Damn Sammy, what'd you get?" Dad sat at the table, grabbing a beer from the fridge before sitting. "A bunch of stuff." Sam grabbed a bag, pulled out a box of tampons, three different chocolate bars, two cold sodas, a Gatorade, and a soft hoodie. He set them in the open space on the table. He grabbed another bag and pulled out a pair of grey sweats and a heating pad. He set them on top of the other stuff before grabbing another bag. He pulled out Midol, frozen meals, spaghettiO's, and milk.
The rest of the bags were for him and dad while they hunt. "Thank you so much Uncle Sam." I hugged him tightly, letting go a second later only to hunch over and let out another quiet scream. Sam crouched next to me, picking me up and taking me to my room. He brought the Midol Gatorade a chocolate bar and the hoodie and sweats. "Here you go, sweetheart." He handed me the stuff and walked out, letting me change. I took the Midol and changed before laying down. "Dad!" I yelled, covering myself with the black duvet. My door opened and closed, my dad sitting at the end of my bed. "Yes kiddo?" He asked, his eyes and voice soft.
"Can you lay with me?" I asked, lifting the blanket for him to get under. "We have to do research kid." He said, standing. "Please, I missed you.." I kinda whispered. He sighed, kicking his shoes off before slipping under the covers and holding me to his chest. He rubbed my back as he hummed the lullaby he used to sing to me as a kid. I smiled and burrowed further into his side before I fell asleep.
*Deans POV.*
Y/N fell asleep, the covers rising and lowering as she breathed. Just as I was about to drift off Sam walked in, clearly upset. "Go away" I shooed Sam away. "Research?" Sam asked, anger in his voice. "My daughter is currently asleep, on me, after crying for hours because she feels like she's being shot from the inside over and over again, I think that's a good enough excuse." I glared at my brother who's face softened as he looked at his niece who was still in pain.
"Fine." Sam walked out, quietly shutting the door behind him. I laid my head on Y/N's and fell asleep.
