Sam had one hand on Millies leg to keep her in place on top of his shoulders, she somehow always managed to find her way back there. He was far from complaining, he actually liked it and he had grown to like the small weight on him.

He could do without the slight pain from Millie gripping at his hair for support but he learned how to ignore it.

"Sa!" Millie said a bit excitedly, bouncing on his shoulders for a moment. He felt his chest warm slightly at his small nickname. "Sa! Foo!"

"We're going to make food, don't worry." Sam assured her. "It's not going anywhere."

"Foo!" Millie insisted, her small fist thumping at his shoulder.

"Food." Sam agreed as they came into the kitchen. Millie calmed down at the sight of everything and to pacify her Sam quickly got a bag of baby carrots for her. He opened it and handed them to her one by one, ignoring how small bits fell into his hair.

Millie happily crunched on the baby carrots, eagerly reaching for another one. "Dee?"

Sam handed her another carrot. "Dees with mom." he said, single handed taking everything out of the refrigerator and cabinets that he needed. Usually Dean was the one cooking but that duty fell to him as Dean and Jack stayed with mom.

Millie curled around his head, still chomping on the carrots that he handed to her. She reached for another one and Sam tossed it up a bit, ready to catch it if it fell. It floated in midair for a moment before going into Millies hand.

Sam tried to ignore how he wanted to tense up at the sight of her powers and pushed it mentally to the side. He grabbed a few more boxes from the cabinets, mac and cheese a comfort food for everyone, and tilted his head up slightly to look up at her.

"What do you think? How much cheese should we add?" he asked her.

"Chee!" Millie sounded, excitement clear in her voice.

"Lots of cheese it is." Sam confirmed, grabbing the milk as well. He moved his neck from side to side, making sure not to jostle her, trying to crack it. "Okay so."

He reached for the macaroni and added to the pot of water, one hand going to his forehead to rub at it. He had a small headache growing, it had been something he had been ignoring for a few hours at this point, and tried to focus his attention on cooking and watching Millie.

As the macaroni cooked he did take a few pieces that were already cooked and handed them to her, much to Millie's delight.

He wanted to relax, he just wanted to enjoy the feeling and the knowledge that everything was okay and they could just focus on one another.

But it was something else, maybe due to their reputations, maybe due to how things always worked out, or rather didn't work out, in the past. Maybe it was just the simple knowledge of the old Winchester luck that was still nonexistent, he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Things never worked out for them, they never had a break and they never had good things. Something always happened to destroy all their happiness and plunge them into another apocalypse situation.

He shouldn't be thinking like this, he should be focused on mom and Millie and making sure that everything was okay. He should focus on cooking for everyone and on Millie.

Sighing he added the cheese and the milk, stirring it slowly, lost in thought, unable to keep from trying to figure out how this was going to blow up in their faces.

"Sa?" Millies voices broke through his thoughts and he blinked, his hand coming up to wipe under his nose when he felt a liquid there.

Pulling his hand back he automatically glanced at it and froze, seeing the blood on his hand. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped at it before slowly doing the same under his nose, feeling oddly empty inside when he saw more blood.

"Sa?" Millie asked him again, lightly tugging at his hair to get his attention.

Swallowing hard Sam quickly wrapped the paper towel and tucked it into his pocket before turning his attention back to Millie. "What's up?"

"Good?" Millie asked, moving so that she was curled around his neck and shoulder to look at him.

Sam smiled at her and reached up to take her hand in his. "All good." he assured her. "C'mon, food for everyone."

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