My Little Girl

Chapter 12

3rd Person P.O.V.

Dean watches as his daughter sleeps, her lightly tanned skin a stark contrast to the pale white sheets on her bed. His eyes study her face which has a few cuts on it. She had a bad cut at the edge of her hairline that the doctor said if it was just an inch deeper it would need stitches. She did say that it would most likely leave a scar though. Dean was okay with that. As long as his daughter was safe, he didn't care about a few scars. He moves his eyes down to her right hand which was wrapped in a dark green cast. He remembers seeing the hole in her hand and remembers that it was the only time he had ever had to force himself not to throw up at the sight of an injury. He remembers being able to see straight through her hand because of the hole. The doctor had to do a surgery to repair the ligaments in her hand as well as replacing one of the bones with titanium that will have to stay there. 

"How could I be so stupid?" He mumbles, catching his brother's attention. Sam turns away from the window and looks at his older brother, seeing him staring at his daughter, taking in her injuries with a guilty look on his face.

"Dean it wasn't your fault." Sam says. "You didn't know she was gone."

"Exactly." Dean says, looking at his brother. "If I hadn't have gotten so mad, she wouldn't have gone to her room so early. If I had checked on her earlier than I did, she wouldn't have gotten taken. Why didn't I check on her, Sam? She was hurting, she was upset. Why didn't I check on her sooner?"

"You don't know that any of that would have changed." Sam tells his brother. "You can't change the past, Dean. She's okay now. That's all that matters."

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right." Dean says, looking back at his daughter's face, taking note at how peaceful she looks when she's asleep. Sam sighs at his brother's heartbroken and guilty expression.

"I'm gonna go call Bobby. Let him know she's awake." Sam says, walking out and closing the door behind him. Dean leans forward in his chair and takes Skylar's hand in his. 

"I'm so sorry, Sky." He says to his daughter's sleeping form. "I shouldn't have gotten so upset. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I should have protected you better. That's my job now, isn't it? Protect you, make sure nothing bad happens. I guess I failed you, too. I failed at protecting Sam. I guess it was just a matter of time before I failed you too. I should've tried better with you. Sam, he's my brother and I'll always have his back, but he's an adult, he can take care of himself. You, you're my daughter, my little girl. It's my job to protect you. I'm sorry I failed." Dean stops talking when Skylar starts to stir. She doesn't wake up so he relaxes and lets go of her hand, leaning back in his chair to close his eyes for a few minutes. He hears the machine monitoring her heart start beating erratically. He opens his eyes and sees Skylar thrashing about on the bed, sweat starting to appear on her body. He jumps out of his chair and sits on her bed, putting his hands on her shoulders. 

"Skylar!" He says, trying to wake her up. "Skylar, I need you to wake up! Wake up!" 

Skylar P.O.V.

I sit up look around, looking for my stepfather. I calm down a bit when I see that I was back in the hospital room with Dean in front of me. I rub a hand over my sweaty face and take a few deep breaths. 

"What happened?" Dean asks me. I take a sip of my water that was beside my bed.

"Nightmare." I say simply. "It's nothing important. It's over now." I tell him, not sure I'm trying to assure him or myself. 

"How are you feeling?" He asks me, changing the subject. 

"Everything hurts." I say truthfully. My ribs were starting to hurt and my hand was aching, so was my leg. My head was pounding and I felt like I was going to throw up. "I think the drugs are starting to wear off."