A/N: I know this is a super short chapter, but I figured I owed you guys some fluff after a little bit of angst. Please review!
Sam quickly ate a bagel and was about to hurry back to his bedroom to check on Ellie when Dean stopped him with a hand on his chest.
"Why don't you go relax," he crossed his arms and stood in the doorway of the kitchen, "Go read a book or something."
"What? No," Sam tried to move around his brother as Dean continued standing in the way. "Dean, move."
"You have to take a break sometimes," Dean said sternly. "You're going to get burned out with all this going on."
Sam sighed and gritted his teeth, recognizing Dean's usual stubbornness in his eyes. He knew that he was not going to win this battle.
"Fine," Sam exhaled through his nose, then turned and walked out of the other door towards the library. When he got there he skimmed the shelves before landing a finger on one of his favorites. He picked it up and walked to the table, lounging in a chair with his feet resting on another one as he delved into the story.
He estimated he had been reading for about forty minutes when Cass came into the room, his head whipping around as he tried to locate the younger Winchester. When his gaze landed on Sam, he rushed over.
"Sam, come quick," he said breathlessly, sounding like he had just been running.
Sam jumped out of his chair and hurried over to the angel, "Why? What's wrong? Is it Ellie?"
Cass immediately realized he was worrying his friend, and quickly shook his head. "No, nothing is wrong, I just wanted to show you something."
Sam tilted his head in confusion before following Cass down the hall. He expected to stop at his bedroom, and was surprised when they continued down the hallway to Ellie's. As they neared her doorway, Cass lifted his finger to his lips to tell his friend to be quiet. Sam raised an eyebrow and walked slowly into her room, a smile immediately coming upon his face when he realized why Cass had brought him.
Dean was laying on Ellie's bed on his back, his head resting on her pillow with his ankles crossed. Ellie was on her stomach on top of him, her mouth open slightly as she drooled on his chest. Both of Dean's hands were resting on her back, his hands clasped even in his sleep.
Sam hurriedly brought out his cell phone and snapped a picture, hoping neither of them would wake. He forgot to turn the sound off of his phone, so the click when the photo was taken caused one of Dean's eyes to pop open. He picked up his head and quickly surveyed the situation, then looked over to Sam.
"Shut up," Dean mouthed, rolling his hips to try and slide out from under the sleeping child. Ellie whimpered and grabbed his shirt in her hands, snuggling her face into his chest as she slowly awoke.
Sam walked over to her bed as Dean sat up and gently pushed her off of him. She whined briefly, then sat up and rubbed her eyes.
Ellie exhaled deeply and looked around the room, giving a small smile when she laid eyes on her father. "Hi Daddy."
"Hey baby," Sam sat on her bed, opening his arms for her to climb into his lap. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay," she sighed, straddling his legs and playing with the buttons on his shirt. "I'm just really tired."
"You should start to feel better soon, Ellie," Cass spoke up from the doorway.
"Is this," she paused, biting the inside of her lips, "is it because of last night?"
Sam inhaled slowly, reaching out to rub his hands along her arms. Ellie looked up to meet his eyes, and when he tilted his read she realized her answer and nodded her head.
By the end of the twenty four hours, Ellie had almost completely reverted back to her old self, jumping around the bunker from her newfound energy after resting for so long. Sam was currently sitting at the library table, watching her try to tickle Cass.
"Ellie I'm sorry, but angels are not ticklish," Cass chuckled as she lifted his arm and wiggled her fingers in his armpit.
"Everyone's got a ticklish spot," Ellie giggled as she continued her mission. When Cass remained still, not flinching at all, she crossed her arms and grunted. "Fine. Let's play a game."
"What do you want to play?" Cass sighed.
Ellie grinned mischievously, "Hide and seek!"
"I don't think that's a good idea, squirt," Dean spoke up from where he was entering the room with a beer.
"Why not?" she whined, running over and looking up at him.
"This place is way too big," he shrugged, bending over and pushing on her forehead. "You could get lost."
"What if we only stay in certain rooms?" she slapped his hand away, glaring up at him. "Please?"
"Nope," Dean smiled and walked around her, raising his eyebrows at Sam. "Unless you disagree?"
"Let's think of something else to do, El," Sam stood up, rubbing his hands on his thighs.
"I want to dance," she stated plainly, spinning in a circle. The three men all looked at each other with wide eyes, their chests heaving with anxious breathing.
"Okay, I'll turn on some music," Sam pulled out his phone until Dean put his hand over it, shaking his head. He moved over to the antique record player in the corner of the room and looked through the albums he had been collecting before settling on one and placing it on the player. He turned back to Sam and smiled just as the beginning beats of 'Thunderstruck' came over the speakers hung on the walls of the library.
"Ellie," Dean spoke loudly over the music, bopping his head with the loud drums as he walked towards her, "This, is AC/DC."
Her eyes grew wide as the song progressed, and a bright smile came across her face. She started jumping around, banging her head in time with the music. She ran over to Sam and pulled at his hands, trying to convince him to dance along with her.
"No, Ellie," Sam shook his head and tried to pry his hands out of her grip, "I don't dance."
"Anyone can dance," she continued jumping around, pointing to Dean, "See, Uncle Dean is dancing."
Sam turned slowly and watched as his older brother played air guitar and continued banging his head to the beat.
Ellie ran over to where Cass was sitting still in his chair and grabbed one of his hands, "Come on Uncle Cass, you too."
"I've never attempted to dance before," Cass cleared his throat. Ellie sighed, knowing what she had to do.
"Please, Uncle Cass," she pouted her bottom lip out and tilted her head down to look up at the angel with her best puppy dog eyes.
Cass moaned and narrowed his eyes, looking straight into Ellie's face. He reluctantly stood up, looking over to where Sam was looking at him with an eyebrow raised. The angel tightened his jaw and looked to the floor, starting to shift back and forth on his feet slowly. Ellie giggled as she watched him, then skipped back over to her father.
"Dad, dance," she shouted as she hopped up and down in front of him. Sam rolled his eyes and looked around the room from his brother who was currently banging on invisible drums to Castiel, who had started bopping his head along with his swaying. Sam looked down at Ellie, who had stopped jumping to glare at him, and smirked. He shook his head before bending over and holding his hands out for her.
"Let's dance."