A/N okay so I know in the actual fic Danny hasn't met Dean yet, but I just couldn't shake this feeling that Dean would be really gentle when she had nightmares.
I don't own Supernatural, but I do own Danny
Dean could say he never liked the sound of children crying. It was worse when it was his little Angel Bait.
When Danny cried, someone usually died, often the ones that made her do so. Dean made a vow to her, he would take care of Danny till his heart stopped beating, or the mark took him away from her.
Some nights it was harder than others to keep that promise. Some monsters he could fight, could kill but the ones that came while she slept, all he could do was try and comfort her, an act he wasn't familiar with doing with one so young, not since he was a kid himself caring for Sammy when he had his own nightmares.
This particular night was one of those hard nights, because Danny had snuck into the TV room while Dean and Sam had been watching a horror movie, watching over the couch.
She hadn't wanted to sleep, but Dean had tucked her in, and told her a story about the day that Him and uncle Sam had gotten trapped into a trickster trap that made them live in television for a day, when Danny finally fell asleep, he went to his own room, and lay down for the night.
It felt like his eyes had only just drifted closed, when her shrill terrified scream cut through his sleep.
Dean was out of bed, running down the stone halls of the bunker, and bursting into his little Angel's room, expecting to find some horror looming over his little girl.
When he rounded the corner into her room, he felt a flood of relief flood through him, when he noticed nothing in the shadows of her room, followed by concern as he spotted the little girl hugging her knees in the middle of her bed, eyes wide, and tears streaming down her face.
Dean went over to his daughter sitting on the edge of the bed, "Danny?" he asked, concern making his voice a little higher than it normally was, "Baby, what's wrong?"
Danny, sobbed, "Daddy, I had a bad dream. The monster was coming to get me!"
Dean, held open his arms, "Come here Angel." He said, and the four year old climbed into his arms latching onto his neck, as he rubbed her back, "Nothing's gonna get you while I'm around." He promised.
He situated her till she sat in his lap, head resting on his chest, as he rocked, whispering words of comfort, smoothing her hair, humming Carry On My Wayward Son softly.
Soon Danny's sobs, turned to sniffles, and faded completely, her eyes drooping heavily, till she drifted back to sleep.
Dean held her a little longer, rocking and humming, before placing a light kiss onto the top of her head, getting up from the bed, and laying her back down, and tucking the covers around her small form.
He looked down at her so innocent, and placed another kiss into her dark hair, and whispering, though he knew she was already too deeply asleep to hear him, "Daddy will always protect you from the monsters, even the imaginary ones." He promised.
Nothing was going to hurt his Angel, not even a nightmare.
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