Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me.
A/N: I desperately needed some comic relief tonight, and out of that need drew these drabbles. They feature my three strongest original female Winchester leads-Evy, Ellie, and Abby and Kelsey. If I have another night at work like I did tonight, Savannah and some of my other minor original characters may take a turn. I am still working on my Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover, but this story was the one that needed to happen tonight.
Evy
"No."
Sam sighed. "Come on, Cricket."
"No."
"What do I have to do to get you to eat this?"
Sam held up the piece of broccoli, hoping against hope that this wasn't a losing battle. Evy was the exact opposite of a picky eater, and Sam wanted to keep it that way. But Evy, even at only fifteen months, was determined to have her way. She put her hands over her mouth and glared at Sam.
"No." she said again, muffled through the fingers of her hand.
Sam sighed again and put the broccoli down. He picked up one of the apple slices he had on the plate and showed it to her. Evy's hands flew from her mouth and she smiled.
"Appa!"
"Fine. You win. Apples for dinner."
Kayla
Sam walked into Kayla's room and flipped the switch. He could see the lump through the bars on the crib and smiled. Kayla was trying, unsuccessfully, to hide from him. Playing into her game, he stood in the middle of the room and placed his hands on his hips, pretending to look around.
"Where did Kayla go?"
A giggle from the crib caused Sam to bite his lip and stifle his own lap.
"I could have sworn I put her to bed last night."
Another harder giggle, and Sam couldn't help the chuckle that escaped.
"I guess I'll have to eat Kayla's pancake."
Suddenly the blanket flew off of Kayla's head. "No eat cake, Dada!"
"There she is!" Sam said, walking over and leaning over the crib bars. "I can't eat your pancake?"
"No. Kay'a eat."
"Can I eat a little of it?"
"Wittle bit."
Sam smiled. "Thank you, Bug. You ready for breakfast?"
"Uh oh, Dada."
"Uh oh? What uh oh?"
"Kaya dirty, Dada."
"What do you…" Sam's question was cut off the second he took a sniff. "Oh. Got it. Let's go change you."
"Then cake?"
"Then cake." Sam promised. He reached in and lifted Kayla out of the crib, then was rewarded by a messy kiss on the cheek. "Wub you, Dada."
Ellie
"Bubber!"
John was going crazy. He was convinced of it. He'd faced ghosts that scared him less than his screaming, unhappy two-year-old daughter. Ellie wasn't throwing a tantrum, because John knew how to deal with that. A quick swat to the leg, a firm reminder that screaming did nothing to get her what she wanted, and Ellie would usually calm right down. If she didn't, John would set her in the playpen/crib that she shared with Sam and she'd fall right to sleep.
No, right now she was grieving. She didn't understand why Sammy was in bed and she had to stay with her mean, unreasonable Daddy. Sammy was sick. He needed her, and not letting her help him was the cruelest thing John could do. Since she was nowhere near as strong or fast as her father, she'd settle for sitting in the floor and screaming and crying with all her might.
"Bubber!"
"Ellison! That's enough!"
At her father's outburst, Ellie, who had been standing in order to project her voice, fell flat onto her butt and stuck her trembling lip out. Her screaming stopped, but that damn look on her face stayed. The one that told her father that he was being cruel.
Was he?
John shook his head. It wasn't unreasonable. Sam had the flu. His fever was 102 and not going down. It was hard enough having one two-year-old sick enough that they'd had to go to the hospital. It wasn't unreasonable to want to keep Ellie separate from Sam so she didn't get sick too.
Right?
"Daddy."
John turned back to Ellie, who was still crying, but it was no longer an angry, you're mean and I don't like you anymore type of cry. It was a my heart's breaking and I need you cry, the type that broke through John's armor and caused him to pick her up.
"Bubber. Peas?"
"Oh, Elle Belle. I know you miss him. But he's really sick and he needs to rest."
"Not wake. I west too."
John smiled. "If you rest with him, you'll get sick too."
"Bubber west wif Ewwie if Ewwie sick."
Well, that settled it in Ellie's mind, John knew. If she got sick, Sam would rest with her. A cough and a familiar cracking voice from the doorway made Ellie squirm so much that John nearly dropped her.
"Sissy."
"Bubber!" Ellie detached herself from her father and ran to Sam, promptly knocking her temporarily weaker twin down onto the floor in her elation that he was back.
"Ellison…"
"Bubber, we go seep." Ellie said determinedly.
She helped her brother up, walked with him to the living room, and helped him onto the couch, where the two of them were asleep together in just under thirty seconds. John shook his head. He'd never get the two of them apart, and at moments like this was certain that he'd never want to. An apologetic six-year-old Dean walked into the kitchen. He had been told by his father to call immediately if Sam got out of bed.
"Sorry, Daddy. He got away from me."
"It's alright, Deano." John said. "How about you and me watch a movie while those two get some rest?"
As John had predicted, two days later Ellie was sick with the flu, and as Ellie predicted, Bubber rested wif her too.
Abby and Kelsey
"She hates me."
"She doesn't hate you, Sam." Jess chided. "Come on. Hold her."
"Every time I do, she cries."
"She cries most of the time when I hold her lately too. It's just colic, I promise. Now please, Sam. I need a break."
"Wait, Daddy."
Newly three-year-old Kelsey got up from her spot on Sam's chair and walked over to her baby sister, whispering something into her ear. The whining six-month-old stopped whining temporarily, but still fussed and squirmed in her mother's arms.
"You can hold her now, Daddy."
Sam smiled. "What'd you say to her, Kelsey?"
"I told her Daddy was good and gives the bestest hugs."
Sam's smile grew even deeper. "Is that your way of asking for a hug?"
Without saying anything, Kelsey climbed back onto her father's chair and hugged his waist. Sam gladly returned her hug with one arm and accepted the newly deposited Abby into the other. Remarkably, Abby stopped fussing and simply stared at her father.
"Hi, Abby."
"Daddy, you think you can handle n-a-p while Mommy goes to take one of her own?"
Mesmerized by the now happy Abby, Sam nodded. "Yeah, I got it."
Half an hour later, unable to sleep, Jess came into the living room and found a sight that made all the screaming baby, irritating, sleepless nights lately worth it. Sam was fast asleep, both girls sleeping next to him, if somewhat awkwardly. Jess took a silent picture and went back to the bedroom.
"Perfect."