Lily is 16, Dean is 16 and Sam is 12 John took her in when she was 13. You are all staying at Bobby's while John is out.
After an hour of heaving her guts out in the downstairs bathroom, to avoid waking the boys up Lily stumbled to the couch desperate for sleep. Bobby had a 3 bedroom house, so a room for him, and then one for each boy. At first, everyone was hesitant about letting Dean and Lily share a room but they quickly grew used to it. Lily woke up several times a night due to nightmares and it was torture to hear the young girl's sobs. Yet when she was snuggled into Dean's side, his arms wrapped tightly around her she only woke up once every couple days. Bobby was surprised to see the brunette shivering on the couch. "What are you doing up kid?" He questions glancing at the clock flashing 4:23. "I'm not feeling too hot. I didn't wanna get De sick." She whispers wrapping the blanket tighter around her shoulders. "Alright. Can I get you anything?" Bobby questions. "No thank you." She whispers before quickly closing her mouth afraid more than words would come out. "You want a bucket?" Bobby questions seeing how pale she grew in a matter of seconds. Lily nods a little and heads to the kitchen returning with a large bowl. He placed it beside her and then sat at his desk. He had woken up from a nightmare himself and now he couldn't sleep so he figured he could get some reading in. Halfway through his page about an old shifter legend his hot shot up as Lily lurched forward throwing up into the bucket. "Ah kiddo." Bobby sighs sadly as tears roll down her cheeks from the force of her heaving. Once she was done he made quick work of cleaning out and returning the bucket while Lily silently sobbed on the couch. "Why don't you wake Dean up, kid?" Bobby questions knowing he was probably the only thing that could soothe her. She shakes her head. "No that's ok. I'm just going to close my eyes." Lily whispers wiping her eyes and curling into the couch trying her best to just fall asleep. It was hours later when Lily woke up again. She stood up wrapping the blanket around her shoulders and hurrying to the bathroom. He winced hearing her throw up yet again. A few minutes later Bobby glanced at the stairs hearing movement and was surprised to see Dean coming down the stairs. Bobby was expecting it to be Sam considering how late Dean tended to sleep in but was happy that he could give him a hand with Lily. "Hey, what's going on?" Dean questions rubbing his eyes. At the same time, Lily was making her way back from the bathroom. "You alright kid?" Bobby questions. She was swaying as she walked, was ghostly pale, and looked exhausted. She nods her head a little and leans against the doorway a fair distance away from both boys. Dean studied her for a second and connected all the dots. Her absence in his bed this morning, her moodiness last night, the faint smell of vomit, and the bucket by the couch. Dean walked over and wrapped his arms around her. She hesitated at first before wrapping his arms around his waist and settling her head on his chest. Dean leaned forward pressing a kiss to her forehead to gauge her temperature. She was burning up. "You're not alright." He whispered making her breath hitch with a sob. Dean was her soft spot. She was strong but in his arms she was putty. "It's ok. I'm right here Sweetheart." Dean whispers tightening his grip. He holds her for a few seconds before letting go and guiding her to the couch. She sits down and snuggles against him. "You've been throwing up?" Dean questions gently. Lily shakes her head. "She's been throwing up all night, I think it's just a bug," Bobby answers. Dean gives her a rather pointed look annoyed that she felt the need to lie. "You should have gotten me." Lily shrugs. "I'm a big girl I don't need you for everything." She mutters playing with his necklace. Dean leans forward so he is whispering in her ear so that Bobby can't hear. "You might be a big girl but you are my girl so next time something happens wake my ass up." Lily chuckles a little at both the joking and serious tone in his voice.
