A/N: Summary: A curious little voice picks up Sam's cellphone when Dean calls home. This is a Lydia and Dean oneshot.
It took almost losing his arm to the jaws of a werewolf before Dean had the creature tied up satisfactorily. He'd done this one on his own because the werewolf was a juvenile and Dean had been coming home from a longer Hunt when Bobby dropped the tip. The problem was, he didn't have a silver bullet. Every goddamn weapon and tool sat in the back of the Impala except for the one thing he needed.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Sam's cell, hoping his brother could locate another Hunter nearby or help him out at all. The phone rang four times with no answer and Dean was about to hang up when the other end clicked on.
"Hello?"
"Lydia?"
"Daddy!" The squeal from the other end was so loud that Dean had to jerk the phone away from his ear.
"Liddy, why did you answer Uncle Sam's phone?"
"Daddy, you're supposed to say hi when you call someone," she instructed, just like Dean had taught her when he told her she could call him while he was away.
"Hi, Lydia."
"Hi, Daddy!"
"Sweetheart, why did you answer Uncle Sam's phone?"
"'Cause it was ringing," she said. Dean tried his best not to sigh in exasperation. Behind him, the young werewolf was coming to and he didn't want to have to think about shooting the teenager, not while his own child was talking to him on the phone.
"Where's Uncle Sam now?"
"I don't know. Daddy, do you know want to know what I did today?"
"Honey, I'm kind of busy." He could practically hear her pout over the line. "Okay," he relented the next second. "But give me the super fast version."
"I woke up," said Lydia. "And then I brushed my teeth like you taught me." The werewolf was definitely waking up and Dean stepped further away so the groans of pain wouldn't be overheard by his daughter. "Daddy, are you listening?"
"Yeah, sweetheart, I'm listening. What else did you do?"
"After breakfast Grandpa took me and Oscar to the park and it was so fun we went on the slides and the swing-," she took another breath to finish her sentence, "and the jungle gym!"
"You took Oscar to the park?" Dean said, distracted. "What if he ran away?" Lydia giggled into the phone, jumpstarting Dean's heart. He loved that sound; it was one of pure happiness.
"You are silly," she said happily. "Oscar was on a leash!"
"A leash?"
"Uncle Sam bought him one at the store where they sell fish and bunnies. It's pink!"
"Of course it is," Dean mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and really hoping Bobby remembered to take pictures. He was dying to see a picture of Lydia walking Oscar around with a pink leash.
"Do you miss me, Daddy?" Lydia asked innocently.
"Yes," Dean said firmly. "I miss you so much it hurts."
"Do you miss Oscar too?" Dean clenched his jaw and glanced back at the werewolf. The boy was looking at him and glaring overtop of the duct tape on his mouth.
"Of course I do. Honey, can you please put Uncle Sam on the phone?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"He is downstairs and I am upstairs. You told me not to go downstairs by myself."
"I know I did," Dean said, thinking of how they had moved all of the dangerous items in the house to the panic room in an effort to "childproof". "That's okay, don't go downstairs."
"I'm eating crackers and watching TV," she told him. "My Little Pony is on and my favorite pony is trying to climb the rainbow but it is too slippery. Daddy, what's your favorite color?"
"Where's Grandpa? Is he around?"
"Your favorite color, Daddy," she repeated. "What is it?"
"Blue," he said, picking a color at random. Lydia sighed in distress.
"Mine is pink but it's not on the rainbow. Why not?"
"I don't know." There was stretch of silence and he thought she might have hung up. "Liddy?"
"I thought you knew everything." It was a confused accusation; the little girl really believed that Dean knew everything.
"Pink isn't on the rainbow becauseā¦" Dean scoured his thoughts for a good reason. "Because pink is too pretty a color and it made all the other colors feel bad."
"That makes sense," Lydia said. "Oscar just jumped in my lap!" she said, laughing. "Do you want to talk to him?"
"I don't really-." Dean heard the sound of the phone going through the air and then Lydia's tiny voice shouting.
"Okay, Daddy, talk to him. He's listening! Oscar, listen because Daddy is on the phone." Dean grimaced and stayed quiet, hoping Lydia would come back on. It was no use. "Daddy, you have to talk!"
"Uh, hi Oscar," Dean said, lowering his voice until it was almost a whisper. "I hope you're being a good kitty." There was a loud snort from behind him and Dean snapped his head around to find the werewolf smirking, or at least trying to through the tape. He walked back into the room and slapped the boy across the cheek to get him to shut up.
"Daddy, are you there?"
"Right here, sweetheart."
"When are you coming home?"
"Real soon. Liddy, where's Grandpa?"
"Taking a nap in the kitchen."
"He's what?" He heard the familiar thumping of little feet as Lydia ran from the living room to the kitchen and then sharp little pants.
"I'm sneaking around the corner," came her almost-whisper. "Just like you taught me to be sneaky. And," she giggled hard, "Yup, he's sleeping on a chair." Dean smiled at the thought of his daughter spying on Bobby who had probably been trying to catch a catnap while she watched TV. Watching Lydia was exhausting, he didn't blame the guy.
"Can you wake Grandpa up for me?"
"Ummm." More pattering of feet and then he heard Lydia's voice away from the phone. "Grandpa? Grandpa, wake up!" She put her mouth close to the speaker again. "I poked him but I he didn't move. I think he's dead," she informed her father. Dean chuckled.
"He's not dead. Can you reach his nose?"
"Yes."
"Okay, pinch it with two fingers like when you got that bloody nose."
"Kay." Dean counted to ten then fifteen and then heard Lydia yelp as Bobby inevitably woke up due to suffocation.
"What in God's name!"
"Hi, Grandpa!"
"What were you doing just now? Trying to kill me?"
"I was waking you up!"
"Who taught you to do that?" Dean heard Bobby ask.
"Daddy."
"Of course he did," Bobby grumbled. "What have you got there?"
"Daddy's on the phone. He talked to Oscar and he misses me. Did you know Daddy's favorite color is blue?"
"Give me the phone, please," Bobby asked.
"Daddy, Grandpa wants the phone," she spoke into the speaker, dancing out of Bobby's reach as he sat up in the chair, rubbing his eyes.
"Okay, why don't you give it to him?"
"But I like talking to you!"
"I know, sweetie, and I like talking to you but please give the phone to Grandpa."
"No!" she shouted in a now-infamous tone. Dean heard a chair scrape back and then Bobby's heavier footsteps following as he undoubtedly chased her around the kitchen as she tried to keep the phone from him. Dean waited not so patiently as Bobby caught up with her and scooped her up, grunting with the effort.
"Say goodbye to Daddy," he said and Lydia shrieked with glee as he threw her over his shoulder. Dean's heart flipped again at the thought of what he was missing. He wanted to be the one to throw Lydia around and make her laugh. Bobby and Sam had been doing too much of that lately.
"Bye, Daddy!"
"Bye, sweetheart. I love you!" There was a scuffle and then Bobby's voice came over the line.
"You idjit. I heard your favorite color is blue."
"Shut up, Bobby. Now tell me where I can get some silver bullets so I can come home and see my daughter."
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