Ellie sat slouched on her bed, mindlessly scrolling through instagram when she heard a knock on her door.

"Go away, Dad."

"It's me."

Ellie rolled her eyes, and sighed loudly. "Come in."

The door swung open to reveal a man in a trench coat with an apologetic smile on his face. Cass walked in and closed the door behind him, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"What do you want?" she muttered, looking back to her phone.

"I know you're mad at your father, Sunny," Cass tried to use the nickname to make her smile, and judging by the way her mouth wrinkled up in an attempt to hide one it had worked.

"Why doesn't he think I can handle myself?" she set her phone to the side and pulled her legs up to rest her elbows on her knees.

"Because you're twelve years old," Cass stated plainly.

"I'll be thirteen in seven days," she mumbled.

"That's still very young," Cass continued, tilting his head at her. "He just wants to keep you safe, you know that."

"Yeah, that's all he cares about," she scoffed, looking to the side of her legs at her comforter and picking at a stray thread, "Just wants me alive, doesn't matter how."

"Is that really how you feel?" Cass asked quietly, scooting up closer to the head of the bed.

Ellie shrugged, biting her lips, "I don't know. Sometimes. He just doesn't seem to care about what I want. I feel like…I feel like I'm going to be stuck in this bunker for the rest of my life."

"I would sneak you outside if that happened."

Ellie looked up with a small smile at Cass, who was grinning at her. She reached out and playfully pushed his arm, shaking her head.

"How old do you think I'm going to be when Dad lets me go out on my own?"

"Forty."

"Uncle Cass," she moaned with a smile, kicking with her leg and successfully shoving him off the bed with her foot. He landed on his feet, and spun around to glare at her with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Let's just get through this whole vampire ordeal, okay?" he sighed. Ellie nodded, and let out a long breath before sliding off of her bed and following Cass as he left her bedroom. As they entered the library, Sam was ending a phone call while Garrett sat at a table with his arms crossed.

"Was that Uncle Dean?" Ellie asked.

"Yeah," Sam shot her a quick smile.

"Any news?" Cass asked.

Sam sighed, looking at Ellie out of the corner of his eye before bringing his eyes back to the angel. "They've found several vamps, but no one has been able to get a location on Luca."

Ellie let out a long breath, biting her lip as she glanced over at Garrett. He was looking at her with a concerned look, and she rolled her eyes.

"Hey, we knew this would take a while," Sam stepped forward and rubbed her upper back.

"I know," she mumbled, wrapping her arms around herself, "Can I go watch a movie?"

Sam nodded, pulling her into a quick hug. He squeezed her tightly and kissed the top of her head, making her roll her eyes and push away from him. As she walked towards the hallway, she stopped and turned her head, looking at Garrett.

"You coming?"

Garrett's mouth fell open in surprise and he looked over to Sam, who shrugged inconspicuously. The young man nodded quickly and stood up, walking across the library. As he moved past Cass, he heard the angel whisper.

"Touch her you're dead."

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Ellie was sitting on the couch when Garrett walked into the TV room, her legs crossed underneath her as she pointed the streaming remote at the television. He noticed that she wasn't smashed into the corner of the sofa this time, and bit his lips to hide his smile.

"What are we watching this time, Winchester?"

"Really?" she turned and cocked an eyebrow, "You're calling me by my last name now?"

"Feels right," he plopped down on the other side of the couch, propping his feet up on the table in front of it.

"Whatever," she shook her head and chuckled softly before looking back to the TV. "Have you ever watched The Office?"

"I'm not superstitious, but I am a little stitious," Garrett grinned, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. Her mouth dropped and she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh man, you're like a super fan aren't you?"

"Maybe," Garrett shifted in his seat, shrugging.

"Who's your favorite character?" Ellie abandoned the remote and turned sideways on the couch, resting her hands in her lap.

"Oh Dwight, easily."

"Ooh, I'm a Michael girl," she tilted her head with a smile.

"Seriously?" Garrett threw his hand out, "Dwight is the funniest character ever created."

"Um no," Ellie held up a finger, "Michael Scott is comedic genius, and you can never get me to say otherwise."

Garrett wiggled his lips, narrowing his eyes at her before looking to the space behind her. He stood up off of the couch and moved to walk past her, "How about this?"

Ellie turned her body to watch as he walked over to the pool table on the far side of the room, a challenging look in his eyes as he glanced back at her.

"Let's play a game, and if you lose, you have to admit that Dwight is the best character."

"Really?" She scoffed, jumping off the couch. "That's what you want to play for?"

"It's okay if you're too chicken," Garrett smirked, grabbing a cue stick from where they leaned against the wall. "I wouldn't want to play me either, I'm pretty good."

Ellie pursed her lips in thought, then took a deep breath and shook her head. "I don't know, I've never really played."

"Really?"

"No, my dad didn't want me to end up hustling like he did," Ellie shrugged, walking over to the table. "But let's play, since we're not really playing for money or anything."

"Okay, prepare to lose," Garrett smirked as he rubbed the chalk on the end of the stick.

It was only about fifteen minutes later that the game was done. Ellie had managed to get two balls in by the time Garrett sunk the eight ball. He had offered to help her multiple times, only to have her insist she could figure it out herself, although the amount of times she scratched suggested otherwise.

"Let me hear it," Garrett held a hand up to his ear, grinning. "Dwight is the best."

"Shut up," Ellie grumbled, crossing her arms with an angry expression on her face. "Let's go again."

"What? Why?" Garrett laughed, holding his hands out, "No offense, Winchester, but you suck."

"I have it in my blood to be good at pool," she muttered, "I have to figure it out eventually."

"Alright," Garrett shook his head with a chuckle, "Losers break."

"Should we make it more interesting?" Ellie tilted her head as she moved to the end of the table.

"Seriously? I'm not taking your money."

"Hey, I'm ready and willing," she pulled a twenty out of her back pocket and slapped it onto the table. Ever since she was young, Dean had taught her to always have cash on her, no matter the situation.

"Oh come on," Garrett rolled his eyes with a chuckle, "I'm not taking what I'm assuming is your allowance from you."

"Why not?" Ellie pursed her lips, her brow furrowed, "You chicken?"

"Ellie—"

"Please?" She pulled out the puppy dog eyes, her bottom lip pouting out as she fake sniffled.

Garrett let out a slow breath, his jaw tightening as he pulled his wallet out from his pocket. He fished out two ten dollar bills and laid them on top of her twenty. Ellie lifted her chin and looked in his wallet, a smirk on her face.

"I see you have another ten in there, you wanna make it thirty?"

"Deal," he yanked it out and slapped it on the piles of bills, watching as Ellie pulled a ten from her own pocket and daintily laid it on top. He racked the balls, looking down the table at Ellie as she stood with the cue resting on her forehead. "Break."

Ellie sighed with a dramatic sad face before she suddenly leaned over the table and looked up at him through her long lashes, giving him a wink before she expertly performed a break shot. Garrett watched as she walked around the table, sinking all of her balls without really having to think about each shot. He groaned every time one fell into the pocket, shaking his head. When it finally came down to the eight ball, Garrett had not been able to play even once. She looked up and him with a smirk.

"Corner pocket," she whispered before knocking the black ball into the correct hole, and standing up with her arms shrugged.

"Thought your dad didn't want you hustling," Garrett watched as she grabbed the pile of cash and counted it.

"He doesn't," she murmured with a smile, "But my Uncle Dean does."

Garrett shook his head, chuckling, "I can't believe I fell for that."

"Don't feel bad, my puppy dog eyes work on everyone," she raised her eyebrows once, smiling at him as she began to fan herself dramatically with the bills.

"Well it's not fair, you have freakishly long eyelashes," Garrett mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Where'd you get that?"

Ellie spun around, the cash still fanned in her hand as she made eye contact with her father, who had just entered the room. She quickly shoved her hands behind her back, her eyes widening.

"What? Nothing. Nowhere."

"Ellie," Sam warned, slowly walking towards her. She tried to back up, but her butt hit the pool table. Sam got close to her, his arms crossed as he looked down at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she lied poorly, shaking her head.

Sam sighed with a slight growl and raised his eyebrows at her, "Give it to me."

"Give what to you?" She challenged, tilting her head in fake confusion.

"Ellie."

"Dad."

Just as Ellie moved her hands to try and slip the money into her pocket, Sam grabbed her elbows and jerked her arms forward, causing the bills to fly into the air before slowly falling to the ground. Sam and Ellie's eyes both watched as the cash landed on the floor, then slowly looked up to make eye contact. Ellie gave him an exaggerated sweet smile, her eyebrows raised.

"Let me guess," Sam leaned forward, his hands moving to his hips, "Ya hustled him."

"Me?" she asked sarcastically, "I would never."

Sam tilted his head and glared at her, "Eleanor."

Garrett scoffed from the side, "Eleanor? That's your real name? What are you, ninety—"

Sam shot him a quick glare, effectively cutting Garrett off. The young man cleared his throat and pointed to the hallway, shrugging.

"I'm just gonna...I'm gonna go."

Sam waited until Garrett scampered out of the room before he sighed and looked back at Ellie, his lips pursed.

"You know you have to give him his money back, right?"

"What?" She shouted, her mouth dropped open, "I won it, fair and square."

"There's nothing about hustling that's fair, Ellie," Sam bent down and picked up the cash, shaking his head. He stood up and handed it to her, his eyes narrowed, "How much did you take from him?"

"Thirty bucks," Ellie sighed, pulling three tens from the wad of cash and shoving it into Sam's hands.

As Sam turned to leave, his face suddenly scrunched up in confusion and he whipped his head back to look at her.

"Wait, where did you even get thirty dollars?"

"I won it playing pool with Uncle Dean."