Into the Woods

Request for Miriam Thordottir

"Daddy Sam x child! Reader. Maybe the reader hides in the Impalla and goes with Sam and Dean on a hunt but gets lots in the woods?"

A/N: Reader is a toddler.

"Be good for Uncle Bobby, okay?" Sam cooed, holding you in his arms.

"Okay, Daddy," you replied, tripping over your tongue. You let out a giggle as he kissed your head and passed you to Dean, who repeated the action.

"We'll pick you up as soon as we can," he promised, and you nodded.

"Okay, Uncle Dean," you agreed as he set you on the floor. You immediately ran to Bobby who was standing in the middle of the room. A soft smile graced his scruffy face as he bent down to pick you up, resting you on his hip while you waved goodbye to your dad and uncle.

"I hungry, Bobby," you told the older man. He nodded and carried you into the kitchen, setting you on the counter before looking through the fridge.

"You want pancakes, pumpkin?" he offered, watching your eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

"Pancakes!" you cried happily. "With boo-berries!"

He nodded, knowing that you meant blueberries in the pancakes. They were your favorite, after all. He got out the box of Bisquick for the pancake batter and a container of blueberries from the fridge. You snuck a couple of berries, popping them into your mouth while he finished up the batter and took a frying pan from the drawer beneath the stove. He glared at you playfully, earning giggle from your throat. He snagged the container from you and poured the remaining blueberries into the bowl of batter, stirring them fore ladling some of the berry-filled batter into the now hot pan.

After breakfast, Bobby fell asleep on the couch. You were seated on the floor, watching Scooby Doo when you heard the familiar rumble of Uncle Dean's Impala pulling up outside. You excitedly ran to the door, pouting when you found that you were still too short to reach the knob. It turned on its own, and the door swung open to reveal Daddy and Uncle Dean. You squealed excitedly as Sam picked you up and cradled you against his chest.

"We can't stay, honey," he said apologetically. "We just have to find a spell."

You pouted again and let your head fall against his chest. He rubbed your back soothingly and carried you into the study where Dean was combing through Bobby's books. You wriggled against Sam's grasp and he set you on the floor, watching you run back into the living room with a soft smile on his face. You loved your cartoons.

You were about to sit down and return to Scooby Doo when an idea hit you. You turned your head to the door and found that you could still hear Dean's car roaring impatiently. You turned to ensure that Bobby was still sleeping and Daddy and Dean were still in the study before tip-toeing over to the door. You stood on a couple of books to reach the knob, nearly crying out in success when you got the door to open. You closed the door and ran down the porch steps towards the Impala.

Sam and Dean left the study and headed towards the door.

"Goodbye, (y/n)!" Sam called, figuring that you had gone upstairs. You were a clever four-year-old, and Sam knew you would wake Bobby up if there were any issues. So he and Dean headed out to the car to continue their hunt.

They hadn't noticed their stowaway. They parked the Impala on the side of the road by the woods and got out, venturing into the leafy darkness, armed with all the weapons that lore told them they would need. You got bored hiding under the backseat and decided to follow them. It took a few minutes to open the door, because your tiny hands hadn't gotten used to pulling the handle yet. You jumped out of the car and closed the door, stumbling over a rock as you made your way to the woods. You immediately realized that your feet would get cold since you'd neglected the thought of putting on shoes, but it didn't matter much now. You were curious, albeit a bit scared, about the woods and what Daddy and Uncle Dean were doing here.

The problem about the woods is that every turn looks the same, and you quickly became lost. A pout fell on your lips and tears pooled in your eyes as you turned on your heel, unable to tell which direction the Impala was in. You couldn't hear Sam or Dean, either, and that frightened you the most. Where was Daddy? Why wasn't he coming to find you?

Sam and Dean finished the wendigo they'd been hunting and headed back to the car. They were tired, having both taken blows from the monster before they managed to kill it. Sam pulled out his phone on the way and called Bobby to check on you.

"Sam… she's gone…" Bobby reluctantly replied.

"What do you mean, she's gone?!" Sam cried. Dean turned to face him inquisitively.

"She's not here, Sam. I've looked everywhere."

"She was there when we came back for supplies! Where could she have-" Sam paused and turned to Dean. "What if she followed us?"

"How?" Dean asked.

Sam turned around to look at the back. "She's small. She could have hidden under the back seat. What if she stowed away in the car and now she's lost in the woods?"

Dean immediately turned off the car and hopped out, making sure he had a flashlight. Sam followed suit, promising to keep Bobby updated before he hung up. They ran back into the woods, calling out your name.

You thought you heard Daddy's voice, so you headed in that direction. But you couldn't see him, and his voice wasn't getting any louder. You eventually sat down on a boulder, your body shaking with sobs as you wondered if they would ever find you.

Sam took out his phone, earning a confused expression from Dean.

"What are you doing?" the older brother asked.

Sam tapped the screen and the theme of your favorite TV show began playing. Dean nodded in understanding, silently applauding his brother for the intelligence.

You heard the telltale sound of (show)'s opening title and ran towards it. Your four-year-old mind was easily distracted, and though you were still worried about finding Sam and Dean, you had a new focus.

You let out a cry of excitement when Sam's tall figure came into view. You ran towards him, immediately swept up in his long, warm arms.

"Are you okay?" he asked, holding you against his chest. Dean stood by him, resting a hand on the back of your head.

You nodded, tears still spilling down your cheeks as you buried your face in Sam's chest.

"No more hiding, okay?" Sam said softly but sternly, looking at you.

You nodded again. "Pwomise."

He smiled and held you close, carrying you to the Impala, the three of you finally going home.