"Are you staying for dinner?" Dean asked Rowena.
"That depends, what are you preparing?" She smiled.
Sam shrugged, "We were probably going to go get tacos or something."
Rowena rolled her eyes dramatically, "Have you only been feeding that child fast food?"
"No," Dean dropped his head and dragged his foot along the floor.
"I've been trying to make her eat vegetables," Sam mumbled, "She doesn't like them."
Rowena smiled, tilting her head, "That's because she's never had them prepared by Auntie Rowena."
She then sashayed down the hall towards the kitchen, leaving a confused Sam and Dean in their spots in the library.
"Is she going to cook?" Dean finally found his words, pointing down the hallway.
"I think so," Sam said quietly as they slowly made their way to the kitchen.
"What are you going to make?" Ellie skipped around the room as Rowena examined the contents of the refrigerator.
"Well, we don't have as many options as I would like, but I think I could make a delicious chicken cacciatore."
Cass tilted his head, "Cacciatore means 'hunter' in Italian."
"What a coincidence," Rowena smiled as she pulled ingredients out of the fridge. Ellie looked at Sam as she tried to climb onto a stool near the counter, and he reached over and helped her up onto it. "Eleanor dear, would you like to help?"
"Yeah," she grinned, looking at the many different foods laid out on the countertop.
"Boys, I'll have to go make a quick run to the store," Rowena looked over the food, "I shan't be gone long. You three get cleaned up in the meantime."
"What?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Eleanor and I can't be the only ones dressed to the nines, now can we?" Rowena walked to the doorway of the kitchen, "No flannel for dinner."
"What?" Dean squeaked, "I don't have anything else."
"Sure you do," Rowena nodded, "And no trench coat, Angel."
Cass's eyes widened, and he whipped his head to look at Sam and Dean. Sam sighed, shrugging his shoulders in defeat.
"I'm sure you can borrow something from Dean," Sam muttered, turning to leave the kitchen, "Ellie, go play in your room while I take a shower."
"Okay, but when Auntie Rowena gets back I want to help her," she skipped down the hall.
Dean groaned, then nodded and gestured with his head for Cass to follow him so they could figure out something for the angel to wear.
About an hour and a half later, the three men all entered the map room at the same time. Sam had changed into a pair of black slacks with a white button-up and a black suit jacket, his hair still slightly slicked back wet from his shower. Dean was wearing a nice pair of a jeans with a black button-up, and Cass had a pair of Dean's darker jeans with a light blue button-up.
"We all clean up nice, huh," Dean chuckled, reaching over to fix the collar of Cass's shirt.
Just as Sam was about to respond, he turned and saw Ellie standing in the doorway of the library, her hands held behind her back.
"Dinner is served," she smiled brightly, moving to the side and holding her hands out to reveal the meal that was laid out on the library table.
The three men all walked up the three steps, inhaling deeply as they enjoyed the many flavors in the air. The table had been set with plates and silverware, although they weren't quite sure where Rowena got them from. There were even wine glasses at all but one of the place settings, the bottle of wine from their fridge in the middle of the table. There was a plate of some sort of asparagus dish, another with roasted potatoes, and a bowl full of rolls. Rowena then walked through the other doorway, the main dish in her hands.
"You boys look lovely," she smiled, "Sit down."
The three of them slowly found seats, Ellie wanting to sit by her father. Cass and Dean sat across from them, with Rowena sitting at the end of the table.
They all devoured the food, Ellie even eating seconds of her asparagus. Dean was completely silent almost the entire time, his mouth constantly full of food. The only time he spoke was when he was asking someone to pass him a dish. Cass even ate a hearty helping after some nudging from Rowena.
"This is amazing," Sam leaned back in his chair as he finished his last bite, wiping his hands on his napkin.
"So good," Dean muttered as he scooped more chicken into his mouth.
"Thank you, Rowena," Cass smiled at her.
"I helped too," Ellie piped up, raising her hand.
"Thank you too, El," Sam chuckled, reaching an arm around her and pulling her in to place a kiss on her cheek.
"You are all welcome," Rowena bowed her head slightly, "I knew you had probably not had a homemade meal in a long time."
"Not since the last time we went to Jody's," Dean's voice was muffled as he grabbed the last roll and shoved it into his mouth, "And that was months ago."
"Well, since I cooked," Rowena smiled, "You three can clean up. Eleanor and I will go play."
"Yay," Ellie squealed, pushing her chair back and jumped out of it.
Sam stood and began gathering the plates, yelling back to Ellie, "Go wash your hands first."
The three men got into a rhythm in the kitchen, with Sam washing, Cass drying, and Dean putting the dishes away.
"This was nice," Cass murmured as he dried the last plate, carefully placing it on the pile next to him.
"It was," Sam responded quietly, wiping his hands on the towel, "This is the kind of stuff we have to try to do more often. For Ellie."
"I know," Dean grunted, putting the pile of plates onto one of the shelves. "This actually felt somewhat normal."
"I don't think a witch cooking us a meal that's name means 'hunter' is normal, Dean," Cass tilted his head.
"You know what I mean," Dean shoved the angel's shoulder.
"I'm going to go see what they're up to," Sam turned and left the kitchen.
"I love it," he heard Ellie exclaim as he got closer to her bedroom.
He came around the corner of her doorway and smiled when he saw Ellie standing on a chair in front of her mirror, examining her braid that went all the way around her head. Rowena was standing behind her, smiling.
"Dad, look," Ellie jumped off the chair and ran to him, slowly turning to show him her new hairstyle.
"You need to learn some new ways to do her hair, Samuel," Rowena chuckled, "You can't do two ponytails every day."
"How am I supposed to learn?" Sam snorted.
"You're the computer genius, find some videos," she waved a hand, then turned back to Ellie, "I should be on my way, dear."
"Aw, okay," Ellie lunged forward and wrapped her arms around the witch, "Thank you for the dress."
"You're welcome, sweet girl," Rowena closed her eyes as she hugged the little girl's shoulder. When she opened them, Sam was looking at her with an eyebrow raised. She rolled her eyes and gently slapped his chest as she walked past him. "Hush, Samuel."
"Thanks Rowena," he turned his head slightly to speak as she left the room. He looked and saw Ellie jumping on her bed, laughing with her head thrown back. "Careful, El."
"I know," Ellie continued jumping, spinning in a circle. Just as Sam was about to tell her to stop, her foot caught in her blanket and she slipped, falling to the side. Her head smashed into her desk and she fell on the floor, her left arm catching underneath her.
Sam screamed her name and rushed forward, pulling her onto his lap as she began to cry. Her head was bleeding from a large cut in her hairline, and she pulled her left arm up to her chest.
"Dean," Sam shouted, standing and running into the hallway as Ellie began screaming in pain. He looked down at her and shushed her, "Shh, it's okay. Dean!"
His brother came around the corner wiping his hands on a towel, his eyes growing wide as soon as he saw the amount of blood all over Ellie's face.
"What the hell happened?" he yelled, rushing forward and pressing the towel onto her head. Ellie whined at the pressure, but Dean continued holding.
"Where's Cass?" Sam asked in a shaky voice, his chest trembling.
Dean shook his head, "He had to go do 'angel stuff', he just left."
"Then call him," Sam growled, unable to keep his eyes off of the blood covering Ellie's face.
"Sammy," Dean placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, "You know head wounds bleed a lot. She's okay."
"My arm hurts," Ellie cried, and Dean gingerly lifted it before sighing.
"We need to take her to the hospital," Dean leaned his head down to catch Sam's gaze. "Her arm's broken."
"No, we need Cass," Sam shook his head.
"Sam—"
"They'll ask questions at the hospital," Sam hissed, tightening his jaw. "Call. Cass."
Dean sighed before pulling his phone out, pressing the familiar contact. The phone rang several times before the voicemail picked up, and Dean shook his head and ended the call.
"He's not answering," he muttered, pulling one of Ellie's eyelids open to look at her pupils. "She could have a concussion, Sam."
Sam looked at his brother, tears forming in his eyes. He drew a deep breath before nodding and turning to head to the garage.
"Daddy, it hurts," Ellie cried as Sam buckled her into her booster seat, sitting next to her in the impala as Dean pulled the car out of the garage.
"I know baby," he whispered, holding the towel against her head. "We're just going to see the doctor."
"Uncle Cass said he could make me better if I got hurt," Ellie murmured, her head falling back into her seat.
"Hey, Ellie, stay with me," Sam pulled her face forward, her eyes opening slightly. "You have to stay awake."
"But I'm tired," she whimpered, trying to pull her cheeks out of his grasp.
"Keep your eyes open, squirt," Dean called back as he raced down the road, drifting the car as he pulled into the hospital parking lot.
Dean jumped out of the car and ran inside to inform the staff while Sam gently pulled her out, careful not to move her injured arm. The towel fell off her head, and he left it on the pavement as he ran into the building. When he got in, Dean had corralled several nurses and a doctor with his angry yelling.
"Please help," Sam whispered, his eyes still full of tears. A nurse came around the corner with a stretcher, and Sam carefully laid her on it.
Ellie grabbed his shirt as he tried to let go, her eyes widening, "Daddy, don't leave me."
"I'm not leaving you," he placed a hand on her cheek, looking straight into her eyes. "I promise."
"Sir, what's her name?" A nurse placed a hand on his back as they wheeled her back to a room.
"Ellie. Eleanor," Sam shook his head, watching as the team of healthcare professionals cut off her brand new dress and examined her head.
"And her last name?"
Sam swallowed loudly, turning to look at Dean with begging eyes. The older brother stepped forward and grabbed the nurse's elbow, pulling her back from Sam.
"Can I give you her information? He's a little out of it," Dean chuckled softly. The nurse smiled and held a hand out for Dean to follow her out of the room.
Sam kept trying to push through the wall of people surrounding Ellie's bed, but every time he got close a nurse would ask him to please back away.
"I'm here, El. I'm here," his voice cracked as he watched them prepare to start an IV on her good arm. He heard her cry out as the needle pierced her skin, and he had to turn around and look to the ceiling, pinching the bridge of his nose to try and hold back his tears.
"Sir," a doctor put his hand on Sam's shoulder, "We need to get a CT scan. Her head wound looks superficial, but her level of consciousness is concerning."
"What does that mean?" Sam rested a hand on his hair.
"It's probably a result of a concussion," The doctor held out his hands, "But it could signify a cerebral hemorrhage."
"Her brain could be bleeding?" Sam choked out, a few tears falling down his cheeks before he quietly continued, "She was just jumping on her bed."
"Accidents happen," the doctor patted Sam's shoulder before moving around him to leave the room.
Sam took this opportunity to sneak in next to her bed, grabbing her good hand and giving a tight squeeze. "Daddy's here, Ellie."
Her eyes opened and she searched the faces, smiling when her gaze landed on his. "Hi Dad."
"You're gonna be okay," he whispered, running a finger along her cheek where a nurse had cleaned the blood from.
"I'm sorry I fell off my bed," she pouted her bottom lip out, looking to the side.
"Hey, don't be sorry," Sam wiped a tear that escaped her eye, "It's okay."
"We need to get her to CT," a nurse gently pulled Sam's shoulders back. He nodded and gave her hand one last squeeze as they wheeled her away. He watched as the stretcher disappeared around the corner, his hands on his head as his breathing became rapid.
Dean rushed in, looking around the empty room, "Where is she?"
"They had to take her to scan her brain," Sam whispered, drawing a shaky breath. "The doctor wants to make sure there's no bleeding."
"Okay," Dean let out a long breath, "I got her all registered, as far as they know her name is Eleanor Campbell."
"Okay," Sam sighed.
"I texted Cass, too," Dean muttered.
"What if she's not okay," Sam whimpered, falling onto a chair in the corner of the room and throwing his head into his hands. "She could have brain damage. I should've stopped her from jumping, I…"
"Sammy, she's six," Dean said quietly, "Kids get hurt."
"I can't believe she got hurt jumping on her bed," Sam chuckled softly, wiping the tears from his cheeks, "Wasn't even a monster."
After about fifteen minutes, the nurses wheeled the stretcher back into the trauma room, with Ellie sitting up and smiling, a sling on her left arm.
"She's doing much better," the nurse laughed as Ellie sucked on a popsicle. She turned and looked at Sam, "They didn't find any signs of bleeding on the brain."
"Oh thank god," Sam let out a long breath, turning so Ellie couldn't see the tears of joy streaming down his face.
"You're gonna be okay, squirt," Dean leaned on the railing of the bed as the nursing staff left the room, closing the door behind them to give them some privacy.
"The doctor said I get to pick the color of my cast," Ellie squealed, smiling.
Dean tilted his head, then leaned close to her, "Uncle Cass could just fix your arm when we get home, you know."
"No," she shook her head, then put a hand up when it throbbed a little, "Casts are cool."
"Alright," Dean shrugged and chuckled.
Suddenly the door flung open and Cass rushed in, his face reddened as if he had been running for a long ways. He made eye contact with Dean, then looked down to Ellie and quickly walked to the side of the bed.
"Ellie, are you okay?" the angel moved to press his fingers on her forehead only to be swatted away by her good arm.
"Don't fix my arm, I want to get a cast," she looked up at him with a big smile.
"Where were you?" Sam whispered from the other side of the room.
Cass turned around and tilted his head, his lips pressed tightly together, "I'm so sorry, Sam. My phone was on silent."
Sam could see how distraught the angel was, and crossed the room to place a hand on his shoulder before moving to Ellie's side, "It's alright. I can't expect you to be around all the time."
"Still," Cass sighed before turning to talk to Dean, "Did they ask any questions?"
"No, I told them her last name is Campbell," Dean whispered, "I'm pretty sure we're okay. But we should probably get out of here as soon as we can."
"Dean, can you go ask the nurse when we can leave?" Sam remained at Ellie's side, holding her hand.
"They have to put my cast on," Ellie spoke up, "What color should I get?"
Sam smiled, "What's your favorite color?"
About two hours later, with some convincing on Dean's part to the doctor to allow Ellie to leave early, they all walked out of the hospital, Ellie settled into Sam's side as he carried her to the car. Her bright pink cast was so neon it almost glowed in the dark, and she kept looking at it with a smile on her face.
"You know squirt, this means you can't do boxing lessons like we were going to," Dean turned and winked at Sam as they drove back to the bunker. He looked in the rearview mirror where Ellie had furrowed her brow in deep thought.
"I didn't think about that," she murmured, "Maybe I should have Uncle Cass fix it."
"I meant we should wait for lessons," Dean moaned, inwardly cursing himself for not realizing that she would rather not have her cool cast if it meant she got to learn how to fight.
"Nah, I'll just have Uncle Cass fix my arm."