Dean paced back and forth across the motel room, gathering his scattered thoughts. He glanced every so often at the small body, tucked under the covers of the bed farthest from the door. Lily laid fast asleep, her knees pulled to her chest, her body curled into a ball.

All of the crying and pure shock as to what had happened had taken a lot out of the young girl, and not soon after her and Dean talked, she fell right asleep.

It broke Dean's heart into a million pieces, knowing that there was no way he could make any of the hurt better. He knew personally how much it killed someone to lose someone you love, but an 11 year old girl losing her mom and her brother? He had no idea how she was still kicking.

And then there was the promise he made to her about hunting. He couldn't have just said no and shipped her off to some orphanage somewhere. She was his daughter, regardless of the fact that he just found out about her.

Dean really didn't want her hunting. It was an obsession that could drive people insane, and a part of Dean didn't think that Lily, being at such a young age, could handle it. But then again, she was a Winchester, and strength seemed to run in the gene.

The motel door suddenly opened and Sam entered, a tired expression on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but Dean put his fingers to his lips and pointed at Lily. Sam's expression softened as he glanced at her, before nodding at Dean to follow him outside. Dean shot another worried look at Lily before stepping outside.

"How is she?" Sam asked as soon as Dean shut the door behind him.

"How do you think?" Dean sighed, Sam nodding his head once. "Where were you?"

"The morgue. They needed to identify the body, and I didn't think Lily would want to see her mom in the shape she was."

"Smart move." Dean noted. "So...was it Laney?"

Sam bit his lip and nodded, a somber look crossing his face. "I'm sorry, man."

"Damn it." Dean whispered, running a hand over his face.

"So what are we gonna do with Lily?"

"What'd you mean?"

"Well, Dean, it's not like she can just hit the road with us." Sam scoffed slightly. Dean glanced at his feet and before looking at his brother and shrugging. "Dean, this not the life for an 11 year old girl!"

"You don't think I know that?"

"Look, we can call CPS or something, and they can put her in a nice home with a good family-"

"Sam, we are her family!" Dean protested, struggling to control his anger.

"I know, Dean! But the way we live is no life for a little girl!"

"What'd you wanna do then, huh? Just toss her into child care, hope that she's not put into some crap house? Sam, you know as well as I do how those child care homes are. Most, if not all, treat the kids like shit! And I'm not doing that to Lily. Not when she has us."

Sam went quiet for a moment, before sighing aloud. "So what'd we do?"

"Well, for one thing...We're not letting Lily out of our sight. That yellow eyed son of a bitch was after her for some reason, and we're not letting him get to her."

"So we're really doing this?" Sam said quietly.

Dean sighed and nodded his head once. "Yeah. Man, that girl in there's my daughter, Sam. My daughter. There's no way in hell I'm leaving her now."

"Alright. Then I guess she'll be sticking with us."

"Good. Thanks, Sammy. Or- er..., Uncle Sam?" Dean corrected, a smile breaking across his face.

"Oh, come on-" Sam broke off when a shrill scream came from inside their room.

Without hesitating, Dean threw open the door and yelled, "Lily!"

Lily thrashed under the covers, a blood curling scream escaping her lips as she shot up from the bed. "Logan!"

"Hey, hey, Lily, it's me. It's Dean." Dean hushed, reaching the bed in three steps and kneeling in front of Lily. Her breathing was heavy as sobs racked her body. She glanced at Dean through the tears in her eyes and let out a wail, throwing her arms around Dean's neck and burying her head into his shoulder, tears running down her face.

Dean's heart broke as he glanced up at Sam in the doorway, who stood in shock. He was all too familiar with haunting nightmares, and felt for the little girl.

"Shh...It's okay, Lily, I'm here." Dean whispered, rubbing circles around Lily's back. "Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you."