Emma is 16. They are all living in the bunker. She is dating/talking to Jack
When Emma opened her eyes she immediately wished that she didn't. She groaned and curled into a tighter ball trying to ease the pain in her stomach. "Fuck." She mutters as nausea builds in the pit of her stomach. "Daddy?" Emma whispered focusing all her energy on not puking all over her bedroom. She pulled herself out of bed and shuffled toward his room. "Dad?" Emma calls out louder. "In here Em!" Dean shouts from the kitchen. Emma groans not wanting to face everyone, specifically Jack and stumbles to the kitchen. Thankfully it was only her Dad and Uncle Sammy. "Hey, where is Cass and Jack?" She questions leaning against the doorway. "Hey, you alright? They are out going grocery shopping." Sam questions immediately noticing how downright terrible she looks. "Yeah. I'm not feeling great." She whispers swallowing down a gag. "Not feeling great?" Dean repeats turning his attention away from his laptop and to his daughter. "I feel like I'm going to throw up." She whispers sitting down at the table next to him. "That's not a good sign," Dean says reaching over and feeling her forehead. "You are burning up Sweetheart." He mutters concerned. "I'm alright Daddy. Can you please get me some ibuprofen though? My head is killing me..." She mutters. Before Dean could even get up Sam set down two pills and a cup of water. "Can I get you anything to eat?" He questions. "No thank you," Emma says quickly dry swallowing the pills. "That's gonna make you nauseous," Dean warns. "If there is anything in my stomach it's going to be coming up," Emma mutters tiredly. "Why don't you go lay down Sweetheart?" Dean questions. "When are we leaving?" She questions. "When you are feeling better. Why don't you call Jack, and see if he can fix you up?" Emma quickly shakes her head at the idea. "No way." She sighs leaning her head on her Dads shoulder. "Why not?" Dean questions wrapping his arm around his daughter furthering her snuggle into his side. "Because he's like my boyfriend but he's not. I don't want him anywhere near me when I look a mess and I'm seconds away from puking my guts up." She explains closing her eyes. "Cmon, Jacks not going to care about anything other than helping you feel better Sweetheart." Dean tries to convince her. "I'm not calling him. I am going to go back to bed though." She mutters getting up. "I'll come check on you in a few." Dean says giving her a small smile. She nods and goes back to her room immediately curling in a tight ball. True to his word five minutes later Dean knocks on the door water bottle and sick bucket in hand. "Hey Sweetheart. How you feeling?" She doesn't even move afraid to upset her stomach further. "Sick." She whispers. "I'm sorry kid." He sighs setting the bucket on the edge of the bed and water on the nightstand. "Not your fault." She says whispers. "Can I get you anything?" Emma shakes her head. "No. I'm good." Dean kisses the top of her head and nods. "Alright. I'm going to leave your door open. Shout if you need me." Dean says heading out. Emma tries to sleep but the nausea was getting to be to much. She leaned over the bucket and tried to pull as much as much of her hair back as possible. She was a sweaty and gross mess as she vomited back to back into the bucket her father brought her. Dean heard the commotion from his room and sighed jogging down to his daughters room. "Oh sweetheart." Dean mutters rubbing her back and holding the bowl steady. "You alright?" He asked when she slowed down. "Mhmm." She mutters eyes fluttering closed. "Here. Wipe your face. I'm going to clean out the bucket." Dean says handing her a handkerchief. She wipes her face and tosses it on the end table curling back into a ball taking her chance to take a nap.
It was hours later when she woke back up. Again her nausea too much for her to handle. Her mouth filled with saliva as she pulled the bucket into her chest and threw up back to back once again. "Emma? Are you alright?" Jack says pausing at the doorway. "Go away." Emma chokes out. "Oh are you sure? Should I get Dean?" Jack says in confusion. "No! Go away!" She shouts harshly.
Jack didn't really know what to do. He didn't want to upset her so he headed to Deans room. "Um Dean?" Jack questions. "What's up kid?" Dean says looking up from his gun that he was cleaning. "Emma is throwing up. And yelling at me." Dean sighs and gets up heading to his daughters room. "She has the stomach bug. She isn't a fan of vulnerability." Dean mutters. "I can heal her then? It's a human illness correct?" Jack questions. "Yes. You could. If she would let you." Dean tells him. "Why wouldn't she let me? I can stop her pain." Jack says confused by this. "She doesn't want you seeing her sick. She thinks it'll gross you out." Dean explains. "Oh..." He mutters stopping at her door. "You coming?" Dean whispers. "No. She wants me to go away." Jack says looking at the ground. "Alright give me a second." Dean mutters. "Hey Em. You alright?" Dean questions glancing at his daughter was sitting against the headboard puke bowl in her lap. "Mhm." She mumbles. "Can I take this for ya?" Dean asks motioning to the bowl. "Yeah. I'm done." She whispers surprised at how raspy her voice was. "Alright. I'll ll be right back. Jack here is gonna fix you up." Dean questions calling Jack in the room. "No." Emma grumbles. "It's the only way you are going to feel better." Dean says ignoring her protest and taking away the bowl of sick. "Please just don't look at me." Emma mutters eyes glued to her comforter. "I'm sorry if I am upsetting you. I only want to help. Why won't you let me?" Jack questions confused at the way Emma was acting. "I just don't want you to see me like this. I feel gross, I look gross... I don't want to gross you out. You've never been sick before." Emma whispers. "I don't mind. I think you always look beautiful." Jack says sitting on the edge of the bed. "Thanks Jack." Emma chuckles. Jack places his hand on her forehead and a warm glow fills the room. "You should rest now." Jack whispers. "Can you stay?" Emma yawns overwhelmed by exhaustion but pleased that the throbbing in her temples and pain in her stomach were gone. "Of course." Jack says kicking off his shoes and laying down beside her. She snuggles up resting her head on his chest and immediately fell fast asleep.
