Hey Jamie
AN: Here's a little short between young Jamie and Dean. Enjoy!
Dean's Perspective:
I woke up to the sound of someone crying behind me. I looked over my shoulder, to see my little sister lying between me and Sammy. That's odd, she was on the couch when I went to bed, and she doesn't usually need someone with her. I then register that noises were coming from Jameson. I sat up a little more to get a better look at her. She had buried most of her face into the edge of my pillow and her tangled blonde covered the rest.
A Winchester never lets people see them cry.
A dark smile appeared on my lips as Dad's words echo through my mind. Even at three-years old Jameson has taken his words to heart, already attempting to be the soldier John Winchester wanted.
"Jamie." I said softly. The hiccupping sobs stopped immediately, now that she knew someone had heard her. I sighed and flipped over on my side, "Hey, did you have a nightmare?"
The head of hair nodded. I pushed the blonde strands away behind her ears. My sister's eyes were shining from fear induced tears and her nose was dripping snot all over my pillow. I tried not to cringe in disgust at the nasal dripping all over the pillow I would be using for the next few days.
"What was it?" I asked.
"M-mmommy." She hiccupped. My heart sank. Dad, Sam, and I had been waiting for her to crack. Jamie had been so quiet after the attack on the compound. She used a lot of head nods or shakes, and when she did speak she mostly mumbled. She hadn't shed a tear since the day it happened. Or maybe she had and none of us had noticed.
I rolled out of bed and stood up. I held out my arms toward her. She scrambled up and wrapped her little arms around my neck. I pick her up and rest her on my hip and take her out of the room. Once we get in the hall. I shift her so she's lying against my chest and begin walking up and down the hallway. I rubbed her back in soothing circles hoping to get her to calm down.
"You know, Sammy used to get nightmares too." I told her. She pulled back with an incredulous look.
"Sammy?" She asked in disbelief. I bit a grin. I kind of like how she thought that me and Sammy were really cool and invincible.
"Yeah, used to get them all the time." I answered, "Clowns."
Jameson giggled.
"Yeah, clowns they were always chasing after him. He would wake me up screaming like a banshees."
"How did they stop?" Jamie asked.
"I sang to him."
"Did it work?"
"Mostly, yeah."
"Sing to me." She demanded. I smiled at her demand, before nodding. I moved her head back on my shoulder and began to sing the song Mom always sang.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better"
At one point a door opened revealing an irate woman. I guess my singing woke her up. She took one look at me and Jameson and her glare softened. She smiled at us.
"It's nice to see a young father with his daughter, you seem really good with her." She said. I opened my mouth to say I wasn't, but changed my mind. I guess I always knew that this was the role I was going to have to play when I insisted that we take her after the attack on the Compound. I knew Dad wouldn't pay much attention to her upbringing, just like he didn't with Sammy.
"Thanks," I told her. She nodded and smiled at us once again before retreating into her room. I sighed and looked down at Jameson. Her eyes were getting droopy but she still not asleep. I sigh and start walking again.
"We're going to be okay, Jamie, I'm here." I told her, "And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain. Don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool.
By making his world a little colder. Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah."
Awwwww….So cute, right?