Safe Haven || Dean Winchester

one

"Unky Bobby!" the three year old toddler cheered, reaching her chubby hands out towards the older man. 

"Hello there, pretty girl!" he cheered, taking the girl from her father. 

"Thank you so much, Bobby. You're the only person we trust to watch her now." the girl's mother sighed, sneaking a glance at her husband.

"A' course, Natalie. I enjoy watching her." Bobby smiled as he carefully balanced the toddler on his hip. 

"We'll be back in a couple weeks, hopefully. If not, you know what to do." the girl's father warned Bobby. 

"Yeah, yeah I know. I'm not an idjit." Bobby rolled his eyes. 

"Bye baby girl! Mama loves you." the girl's mother cooed at her daughter before she pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Daddy loves you too." her father added on, proceeding to do the same thing his wife had done a moment ago. 

"Wave bye-bye to Mommy and Daddy." Bobby cooed before he picked up the girl's chubby wrist and gently waved her hand back and forth. 

"Bye bye!" the toddler cheered as Bobby continued to wave her hand for her.

When her parent's car was out of sight, Bobby sighed and looked at the little girl. 

"Now it's just you and me, kiddo." In response, the girl gave him a wide, toothy smile and clapped both of her hands on the older man's cheeks.

 "I hungy." she whined, her lips forming an adorable toddler pout no one could resist. 

"'Course ya are, baby girl. Let's go get you somethin' ta eat."

Bobby walked back into the house with the toddler still on his hip, a wide smile across her face. Even though she was only three years old, she had been over to her Uncle Bobby's enough times to know that he would do anything and everything for her. She knew her parents would too, but Bobby had a large soft spot for her. Unlike the other two children he knew.

As he sat the toddler down in her high chair at the table in his old and cluttered kitchen, his phone rang. 

"Bobby speaking." he answered. 

"I need to drop the boys off at your house for a few hours. I tracked down a demon in your area and I need them off my hands." a gruff, male voice replied. 

"Are you sure you can't just leave them at your house?" Bobby asked, sneaking a wary glance at the toddler, who was busy chewing on her thumb.

"The house isn't safe right now. C'mon, Bobby." the man pleaded. Bobby let out a long, low sigh before he spoke again. 

"Fine. Bring the two idjits over. But if they break anything else, I'm not lettin' em' stay over again." Bobby warned. 

"Thanks, Bobby." the man spoke before he hung up the phone.

"Alright, baby girl. We're gonna get you somethin' to eat, then you're gonna take a nap down in the panic room." Bobby smiled at the girl as he prepared a small snack for the girl. Within five minutes, the toddler was happily devouring crackers with a thin layer of peanut butter and a sippy cup of orange juice.

"Unky Bobby, I tiwed." the toddler whined as she rubbed her eyes with her pudgy fists. 

"Well then come here, baby girl. It's nap time." Bobby smiled down at the girl before he picked her up in his arms. The trip down to the panic room was quick. Once inside, Bobby gently placed the half asleep toddler inside the crib that sat in the middle of the demon's trap.