Lily is 4 years old, no specific season. She is staying with Grandpa Bobby while the boys are out on a hunt.
"You alright there kid?" Bobby questions eyes scanning over the blonde who was pushing the food around on her plate. "My belly is full." She pouts. "How can it be full if you haven't taken a bite?" Bobby sighs taking a sip of beer. "I'm not hungry. My belly is full." She says putting her fork down and crossing her arms. Bobby has been easing tantrum after tantrum all day. She had woken up miserable and its been a difficult day. Lily was usually a rather good girl. She ate what was on her plate, didn't argue too much, and played quietly. Today was one of her off days. Bobby figured it had something to do with the fact her Dad wasn't here. It wasn't his first hunt away from her but it was still new. She was a Daddy's Girl all the way. "If you don't eat your dinner then you are going right to bed." Bobby threatens. "Ok." She says sliding out of her chair and giving him a hug before padding up the stairs. Bobby sighs and starts to clear the plates and clean up from the dishes. Once he was done he headed upstairs and peeked into Lily and Deans shared room. She was curled up on Deans bed fast asleep. He smiled to himself and headed downstairs. He got himself settled with a book and not even two minutes later the phone rang. Glancing at the clock that read 7 pm he knew it was Dean checking in on Lily.
-Hey Dean how's it going with you boys?
-Hey Bobby. It's good, Just a rouge shifter. How's Lily?
-She's alright.
-Just alright? Can I talk to her?
-She's already in bed. Put herself to bed after refusing to eat.
-Refusing to eat? It's only 7 Bobby.
-I know. She wanted to. She's didn't nap and she's been miserable all day.
-Do you need me to come back?
-I practically raised you two idjits. I can handle a moody four year old.
-Alright. Call me if you need anything. Thanks Bobby.
-You boys be safe out there.
-We will.
Bobby hung up the phone going back to his book. It was around 9 when he heard loud sobs coming from upstairs he ran up the stairs gun in hand and pushed the door open. He sighed and put the gun on the dresser and held his arms out to the little girl who was sitting in a puddle of her own vomit. "You alright Kid?" Bobby sighs bouncing her gently. "I want Daddy." She sobbed. "I know kid. Let's get cleaned up a little and then we can give him a call." Bobby offers carrying her to the bathroom and running her a warm bath. Bobby helped her strip and she sat in the tub playing with her toys while Bobby tossed all the blankets in the wash. He helped her get into clean pajamas and underwear and then carried her downstairs. "Can we call Daddy now?" Bobby nodded and set her down on the couch heading to the kitchen to grab the phone.
-Hey is everything alright?
-Lily needs to talk to ya.
-Bobby?
-Hi Daddy
-Hey Sweetheart. What's going on?
-I threw up Daddy. A lot.
-I'm sorry Lils. You're belly is hurting you?
-Mhm. When are you coming back?
-I'll be there when you wake up Sweetheart.
-I love you.
-I love you too Baby. Close your eyes, I'll be there when you wake up. Can I talk to Grandpa.
-Hey Dean.
-What happened?
-She's alright. She's a kid, she is going to get sick. A mild fever, probably just the stomach bug.
-I'll be there in a few hours.
-Alright.
Bobby sighed and hung up the phone. He didn't want Dean leaving the hunt. People could die if that shifter wasn't stopped, but everyone knew that Lily came before a hunt no matter what. Bobby placed the trashcan beside the couch and snuggled Lily up in a blanket. He wanted to keep an eye on her. She woke up six times through out the night to throw up. Thankfully each time managed to make it into the bucket. It every half hour on the half hour. It was around 9am when the Impala pulled into the driveway. Dean hurried inside Sam on his heels. Lily was currently fast asleep. She had about five more minutes till she woke up vomiting, Bobby's educated guess. Dean visibly relaxed seeing his daughter snuggled into the couch with her stuffed Moose in her arms. He wasn't thrilled with the ghostly pale coloring on her face or the sweat beads formed on her forehead. "She's alright." Dean sighs to himself walking over to the couch and pressing a kiss to his daughters forehead. "What happened with the case?" Bobby says motioning to the kitchen as to not wake the young girl. The brothers follow him and join Bobby at the table. "Garth and a few of his buddies are taking care of it for us. We got him IDed, figured out where the son of a bitch is hiding. He just had to gank the bastard." Bobby nods. "Good." He noticed Deans constant glancing at the living room. "It's just the stomach bug." Bobby sighs. "Yeah I know." Dean sighs. Before another word could be said Lily had woken up and thrown up this time not making it into the bucket. It splatters onto the wooden floor and she immediately starts to sob. Dean was quick to pick her up and cuddle her into his chest. "It hurts Daddy." She cried into him. "I know Sweetheart. I know." Dean sighed pressing a kiss to her sweaty temple. She cried into his chest burying her head in his flannel for almost ten minutes while Dean rubbed her back trying to calm her down. Meanwhile Sam had started to clean up the floor. "You got to calm down Sweetheart. You're going to make sure self sick again." Dean sighs. He felt terrible. If there was a monster he could protect her, but the stomach bug was another story. "Good girl." Dean praises as her tears finally stop. She pulls her head back and peers up at her dad. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face bright red from tears, and her blonde hair plastered to her face from a mix of snot, tears and sweat. "Should we get you in the bath?" Dean offers. She nods a little and Dean brings her upstairs and sets her down in the tub. She starts to cry again as he turns around. "Don't leave me Daddy." She screams. Dean usually wouldn't tolerate being screamed at but he couldn't punish her for this. "Hey, Sweetheart. Daddy isn't leaving. I'm just getting you some soap. No need to yell." Dean gently explains grabbing the bottle from the sink and kneeling beside her. "I'm sorry." She whispers feeling guilty for yelling at him. "It's alright Sweetheart. I know your not feeling well." Dean says starting to clean her up. "Hey Lils. How are you feeling?" Sam questions from the door frame. "Not good Uncle Sammy." She says sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. "I'm sorry Munchkin." Sam frowns. "The floors all good. Your sheets are in the dryer so if you wanna crash in my bed tonight with her." Sam offers. "Thanks Sam. My sheets?" Dean questions confused. "Yeah. From the first time Lily got sick." Sam informs him. "Oh alright. Thanks Sammy." Dean says again. "Yeah of course. Feel better Lils." Sam says shooting the girl a smile. She gave him a small smile back as Dean pulled the plug on the drain. "Were you sleeping in Daddy's bed?" Dean questions a smile on his lips. "I always sleep in your bed when you aren't here. It's more comfy. Smells like you." She explains as Dean wraps her in a towel. Dean chuckles and helps her into her pajamas before carrying her to bed. "Alright. There's a bucket right here so we don't puke in Uncle Sammy's bed too." Dean says putting it next to her and laying beside her. "I missed you." She whispers nuzzling her head into him. "I missed you too Sweetheart." Dean smiles pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
