"Have you been cutting class?" Sam asked looking over to his sixteen year old daughter who was laying on the bed across from him. They were staying in a small Motel on the outskirts of Iowa. "Yeah." She answers dryly, not even looking up from her phone. "Why?" Sam says kinda shocked. Sophie was brilliant and at the top of all her classes. Skipping was damaging her chance of getting a scholarship. "Because I don't feel like going." She scoffs. "Sophie you need to go to class. You are ruining your future." Sam says sounding somewhat disappointed. "Don't give me the whole concerned Dad speech. You didn't give a damn about me the first 15 years of life so you can stop acting like you do now." Sophie snaps with annoyance, anger and slight hatred in her voice. "Hey! That's enough!" Dean barks from the table. "Get in the car Sophie. We are going to get something to eat." He says grabbing his wallet and jacket. Sophie rolls her eyes stuffing her phone in her pocket and stomping out to the car. "She didn't mean it Sammy. You know how teenagers are. You told me you hated me on a daily basis." Dean comforts patting his brothers back. "Yeah is right Dean. I wasn't there for 15 years. I missed everything..." He said almost in tears. "You didn't know. I'll talk to her." Dean sighs heading out to the car. Sophie was in front seat leaning her head on the window. "I know. I messed up." She immediately blurred out . "I didn't say anything." Dean says starting the car. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." She whispered. "I know that. It's not me you need to be apologizing too." Dean sighs. "I know..." She sighs pushing back her tears. "You alright kid? You've been a little off today." He says driving down the road. "Im ok. Just tired." She whispers. About five minutes later they pull into a small dinner. Dean orders a bacon cheeseburger while Sam got a salad and Sophie got chicken fingers. They sat at a booth and after a couple minutes Sophie's stomach ache had evolved from a pain to the urge to vomit. "I need to use the bathroom." Sophie whispers quickly standing up and walking to the bathroom. She dropped to her knees in front of the toilet and retched puking up her small breakfast. She was gone for a good fifteen minutes and Dean was growing concerned. "Excuse me can I ask a favor?" Dean questions the young blonde hostess. "I'm not giving you my number." She says popping her chewing gum. "For once that isn't what I'm asking. My niece went to the bathroom a little while ago. Would you mind just popping in and checking on her?" She looked me over before sighing and heading to the bathroom. She returned two minutes later. "She is throwing up." She says sitting back down. "Alright thank you." Dean sighs sitting down. Ten minutes later Sophie came back. "Sorry." She whispers eyes glued to the floor. "Don't apologize. You alright?" Dean questions. Sophie nods. "Yeah the line was really long." She says walking to the car. "No problem." He says slightly disappointed she didn't mention anything. They drive home in total silence. Dean didn't even turn on the radio. When the two walked into the motel room Sam look up kinda surprised. "Hey, what took so long?" He questioned seeing as they were gone for over an hour. "They were packed." Dean says setting the food on the counter. "I'm going to use the bathroom." Sophie mutters quickly walking toward the bathroom and closing the door rather aggressively behind her. "Is she alright?" Sam asked in a hushed tone. "She isn't feeling well. Threw up at the diner. She isn't saying anything about it though." Before Sam could respond he heard her coughing from the bathroom. He stood up and knocked on the door right as she threw up. "Hey Honey, you alright?" She shook her head and spit out the bile in her mouth then realized he couldn't see her. "No." She whispered. "Can I get you anything?" Sam sighed hearing the whimper in his daughters voice. "Can you please come in?" She said voice just above a whisper. "Yeah I just need you to unlock the door." He said gently. Sophie reached over and unlocked the door before hanging her head in embarrassment. "Hey." Sam sighed walking in and kneeling down next to her. Glancing over he saw the toilet bowl filled with yellow bile. "Sorry." She quickly mutters flushing the toilet. "Don't be sorry. Are you feeling any better?" Sam questions placing a hand on her back. She shook her head and tears flooded to her eyes. "Don't cry. It's alright." He whispers. He wasn't expecting it when she crawled into his lap and laid her head on his chest. "I'm sorry I was being a bitch." She whispers. "It's alright. I get the same way when I'm not feeling well. Besides you're a teenager, arguing with me is your birth rite." He lightly jokes. "I didn't mean it. I don't blame you for not being there. I blame my mom for not telling you, but she's dead so I can't yell at her." Sophie says tears starting to fall. "She was just trying to protect you. My life is dangerous. It's not her fault." Sam sighs wrapping his arms around her. "I wish you were there." She whispers. "I know Honey. I wish I was too. I hate the fact that I missed everything. That you had to grow up thinking you weren't wanted. I love you, and I'm sorry it took sixteen years for you to hear that from me." Sam sighs trying not to cry himself. He hated himself for not being there. For missing her first words, her first steps, he missed everything. "I love you too." Sophie whispers closing her eyes. Sam stayed sitting in the small bathroom that smelled like vomit with his daughter asleep on his chest for hours. Dean had come in with blankets and pillows to make it a little more comfortable. Sam didn't want to wake her when carrying her back to bed and if she threw up again at lease the bathroom was easy clean up. Besides he didn't know how many more opportunities he would have to hold his little girl.
