A/N: In this chapter, Evy has a fall and has to be taken care of by Sam and Dean.
Not a lot of things could distract Dean Winchester from talking to a pretty girl, but the ear piercing cry of his little sister could. The sun was just beginning to go down, and Dean had taken Sam and Evy out into town to watch them. Their dad John was sleeping in a motel room a few blocks away, having just returned from a long hunt. He'd been surprisingly willing to let them go downtown for the fourth of July celebration, especially since Evy was quite restless. Dean turned and looked around, then saw, a few feet away, Evy sprawled on the ground and Sam hovering above her. Dean immediately ran to them.
"What happened?" he asked.
Evy pushed herself up and held her arms out to Dean to be picked up. The first thing Dean noticed was her knees. They were both scraped. One of them was normal, but the other one had some layers of skin missing. She was also scraped just above her eye, and Dean could see a bruise starting to form there.
"Deanie…." Evy sobbed, and Dean was shaken out of his shock. He reached down and picked her up, cradling her close to him as he started to walk back to the Impala.
"Sam!" Dean snapped. "What happened?"
Sam shook his head. "Uh, she fell. I was giving her a piggyback ride and she fell off my shoulders."
Dean opened the backdoor of the Impala and climbed in, pulling Evy up with him. He had figured it was an accident, and was relieved that Evy wasn't hurt worse. Sam opened the driver's side door and reached under the seat, pulling out the first aid kit. Dean pulled Evy around so he could patch her up. She continued to sniffle, but tried to be brave as Dean fixed her knees and her face. She winced a little as he applied the disinfectant, but otherwise stayed quiet. Sam stood by, watching as Dean fixed her up; he was almost as upset as Evy. Dean finished cleaning Evy up, and was relieved to see she had finally stopped crying. Dean wiped her face and asked,
"That feel better, kiddo?"
A still teary eyed Evy, who now had two fingers in her mouth but had stopped crying, shook her head.
"No, it doesn't?" Dean asked, confused.
"Not yet." Evy said. She pointed at her knee, then back up at Dean expectantly.
It took a second, but Dean finally got the message. Smiling, he asked, "You want me to kiss it better?"
Evy smiled. "Yes, please."
Dean happily obliged, kissing both her knees and her face quickly. "How's that?"
Evy turned to Sam. "Sammy?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"You kiss it too?" she asked. "It won't get better without both of you."
Sam moved towards her and gingerly kissed all three injuries. Evy smiled, jumping off Dean's knee excitedly. She went to take Sam's hand as Dean wrapped up the first aid kit, but Sam backed away. Evy's eyes started swimming with tears again.
"Sammy?"
Dean turned around and watched them. He walked up to Evy and quietly told her to wait for them. He went to Sam and pulled him aside.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"She was on my shoulders when she got hurt, Dean." Sam said.
"Sammy, it was an accident." Dean said. "She's fine. And it's you she wants, not me."
Sam nodded, then walked over to a still waiting Evy, who leaned against the Impala. Sam bent down in front of her, the sight of her patched up knees and face making his heart hurt. He took both her hands in his.
"I'm so sorry, Cricket."
"I okay, Sammy." Evy assured him. "It was an accident."
Sam smiled and hugged her. It didn't surprise him at all that she was trying to make him feel better when she was the one that had just gotten hurt. Evy waited as patiently as a three-year-old could, then asked,
"Sammy? Can we go back and play now?"
Sam chuckled. "Sure, Cricket. I got to tell you something first though."
Evy broke out of the hug and looked him in the eye. "What is it?" she asked.
"Sammy loves you." Sam said.
Evy grinned and hugged him again. "Love you too, Sammy."