Tantrum

Angela was packing up a bag for Grace. They were going on what seemed like it would be a rough case, so she and Sam asked Jody to babysit, which they were always thankful for.

"Gracie, what do you wanna take to Auntie Jody's?" Angela asked the four-year-old.

"I don't wanna go to Auntie Jody's." Grace pouted from her spot on her bed.

Angela's brows furrowed in confusion and she turned to look at her daughter. "Gracie, you love going to Auntie Jody's. You get to see Alex and Claire; you always have fun."

Grace folded her tiny arms across her chest and continued pouting. "I wanna go on the case with you, Daddy, an' Unca Dean."

Angela sighed deeply. She knew how it felt; her dad would usually bring her to a hunter friend when she was about Grace's age. She loved going to that hunter friend's home, but sometimes she just wanted to stay with her dad.

"Gracie, this case is going to be really dangerous," Angela started gently. "We just want to make sure that you're safe, sweet girl."

Tears welled up in Grace's eyes and she shook her head. "But I'll miss you!"

"I know, honey," Angela went and sat next to her daughter. "We'll miss you, too. So, so much. But the case will hopefully only take a few days and then we'll pick you up before you know it."

Grace sniffled and fat tears rolled down her chubby cheeks. "Please let me come with you!" she blubbered loudly.

It was at that moment that Sam came in, his brows furrowed in concern. He went and sat on Grace's other side and rubbed her back soothingly.

"What's wrong, Peanut?" he cooed softly.

"I wanna go on the case!" Grace cried, burying her face in Sam's arm.

Sam looked at Angela, silently asking what brought this on. Angela just shrugged slightly, still confused as to what exactly was making Grace so upset.

"Peanut," Sam looked down at his daughter. "Why do you wanna go on the case?"

Grace looked up at Sam with her puppy dog eyes. "I'm gonna miss you guys. A-and w-what if you don't come back?"

Both Sam and Angela's eyes softened. They completely understood Grace's worry, they've had the exact same worries before. While Grace didn't understand the explicit details of their job, she was getting old enough to know the gist of it.

"Gracie, why do you think we wouldn't come back?" Angela whispered.

"B-because, monsters can hurt you." Grace sniffled, wiping away her tears.

"Honey, monsters might hurt us sometimes, but we'll come back," Angela assured Grace. "We'll come back to you, honey."

"Promise?" Grace asked.

Sam pursed his lips slightly, trying to find a way to word his next sentence. He knew they could never promise something like that with the lives they live. But he couldn't plant the seed in his daughter's head that they could die, that would make her even more upset—understandably.

"Peanut," Sam started carefully. "Our job is dangerous. But we promise that we will always try our absolute hardest to come back. We may be a little hurt sometimes, sometimes we may be really hurt. Plus, I happen to know that Jody has a little surprise waiting for you at her house."

"Really?" Grace asked with a little hiccup.

"Yep," Sam nodded, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "It's okay to be a little worried, Peanut. I worry about Mommy, you, Uncle Dean, and Uncle Cas."

"What helps you not be worried?" Grace asked softly.

"Talking to Mommy definitely helps," Sam answered. "Sometimes I just try to relax. And of course, playing with you helps."

"You know you can always talk to us, right Gracie?" Angela asked.

Grace nodded and moved to hug Angela. "I know. Love you."

"We love you more than anything, Peanut." Sam moved to hug both Angela and Grace.

A/N: Hey, y'all, this drabble was requested by GeekGirl007! :)

~Emily